Chapter Three
The bus finally came to a stop in front of a small wooden cabin, which stood on a large hill, overlooking a sandy beach. Canoes lined the shore, pushing in further with the tide.
Jessie's green eyes fluttered open with the sudden change of movement. She knew what she had to do when she seen the guy from beside her start to get up and off the bus, so she fallowed him until they got a few feet from the bus. He sensed her being there and turned around, his blue eyes gazing at her intently, daring her to do something.
She steps back so she was a good distance from him, and smiled while she drove him in the face with her fist. He fell on his backside, over a foot away from where he was originally, with blood poring from his nose and split lip. The blonde man from the bus ran over as soon as he seen it, a child's smile playing on his face.
"See what happens when you mess with the little ones, Brian?" He mocked in a manly voice, his smile only getting bigger.
The muscle in Jessie's jaw tightened, her teeth grinding together, and she slowly walked away, letting the hood fall from her head, her black and red hair blowing slightly in the wind.
After Jessie had left, he looked down at Brian, still sitting on he ground stunned. "Ya' know, I kinda like her, she's cute," he paused, seeing Brian give him a death glare, which just made him smile again at his thoughts, "she'll defiantly be sleeping in cabin B"
"No, she won't, Chris. Jason told me to get her off the bus and put her with the others," Brian denied, getting to his feet.
"How does Jason know her?" The blonde man asked, and then shook his head smiling. "Wait, I don't care. She is still going and you're not stopping me."
Brian sighed, defeated, and walked back onto their bus, sitting in his seat. Taking out his lap top, once again, telling Jason that there was a little change in the plans.
After getting the rest of her luggage, Jessie fallowed the snickering cheerleaders to her cabin, as the teacher had ordered her to do. Once in the cabin, she chose a small cot in the back corner, and placed her bags under the iron frame.
Sighing, and looking around at the chip-board walls surrounding her, she decided to go outside and get a breath of fresh air, that didn't make her lungs burn from the fumes of the perfume the girls coated themselves with.
Jessie walked onto the small porch, and sat down on the steps, looking out over the water. The sun was just setting, the full moon already quite high in the red sky. She took a deep breath, breathing in the night air, slowly letting the air back out.
The sky started to darken, the sun slowly dipping slow in the horizon. A wolfs howl sounded through the forest, sending shivers up Jessie's spine as she walked back into the warm cabin.
Once inside she turned to face toward the wall, and pulled off her sweater and shirts, instantly pulling a tang top over her head. When she was ready for bed, she slipped under the cozy covers of her sleeping bag, and closed her eyes, the sounds of the girls in her cabin lolling her into a light sleep.
Muffled screams, and the scratching of claws on the floor boards wakes Jessie from her slumber. Not wanting to move she keeps her eyes closed, not seeing the animals come inside the cabin and drag the once giggling; now teary eyed, girls out side.
Her hand wraps around the metal handle of her switch blade under her pillow, slowly opening her eyes as she hears one of the girls shriek. She watches a light brown shadow walk closer to her cot, clawed hands about to snatch her from her bed.
Jessie springs from the bed, landing just a few feet from the door, knife in her hand. What the hell are these things, wolves? she thinks, taking a step back from the slowly approaching wolf.
With her legs bent slightly, just as the animal was about to jump on her, the door behind her opened, and she drove her knife into the animal's shoulder.
He walked in, checking that everything was going as planed, but instead seen a women cut a deep gash into to the upper arm of the brown wolf. A low growl coming from deep in his throat.
The muscles in the girl's legs tightened, the grip on the handle of her weapon starting to numb her arm. She slowly turned around, barely seeing the massive black dog behind her in the shadows of the doorway.
Sweat slowly made its way down the side of Jessie's face, while she took a step back from the beast and with her extra hand, reached behind her and turned on the light.
His black eyes fallowed her movements, until he was momentarily blinded by the new light. After letting his eyes august, he looked up her pale legs, letting them linger on her small tight shorts and then up past her tang top, which stuck to her skin from her sweat.
Once he got to her face, his body shook with regret. He heard her heart beat quicken when he stepped forward, but she held her guard, her green eyes emotionless.
With one quick leap, he took her to the ground, Jessie's head hitting the wooden floor, falling unconscious.
He stepped back, pain shooting through his body; bones cracking, muscles tearing, and with one last crack and a groan, he stood up at his full height, his head almost touching the ceiling. The man bent down, pulling Jessie into his arms, and carried her out the door, and into the forest.