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Part 2- New Acquaintances
She reached the small landing before she felt the dead weight of a fully transformed werewolf hit her back. Skidding along the carpet, smearing a trail of blood behind her, she hit the spare bedroom's door.
In films, this would be the part when the doomed heroine would call out a last order to her faithful servant, something along the line of "Run, faithful servant, run!" Then the doomed heroine would accept death heroically and, well you know the rest. The funeral would be a grand affair with everyone weeping uncontrollably. Yes, this was the time when the fairytale came to the sad ending you would give up.
"I hate fairytales!" Came the anguished but resolute cry of the 15 year old Cassandra Ravens, and she wasn't lying. Pushing off the wall, she rolled sideways towards the stair case, the wolf realising too late he was going to being taking the plunge.
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Time slowed down as the two figures, carried by their own momentum hurtled off the top of the staircase. Simultaneously the two doors leading off the landing were wrenched open. Cassie had no time to contemplate this; instead all she could think about was the way the ground seemed to be rushing up to meet her extremely fast. She squeezed her eyes shut, crossing her arms across her chest as the beast at her back cried out to the hallowed moon. She could feel rather than see the harsh, unforgiving ground approaching but she did not fear.
Her knees hit the ground first, with a sickening crunch, then her hips and finally her chest. As her body rolled forward, the wolf's grip on her waist slackened and he was pulled forwards, again colliding with a very unforgiving stone wall. There were, it seemed, some uses of G Force.
The harsh reality of what she was doing seemed to be sinking in as Cassie fled through another open doorway into the tiny, cramped lounge. A werewolf, she was fighting a werewolf, and what for, to delay the certain deaths of half of her family? No, to prevent the certain deaths of her family. That fact was becoming harder and harder to hold on to.
A crash caught her attention, making her whirl around, a fearsome sight faced her eyes. The wolf raised itself to its full height, muzzle raised as if to scour the air for the scent of blood. His eyes were the worst though, great, glowing, golden orbs fiery in their depths. A sofa was all that seemed to separate her from those eyes, so entrancing, enthralling, beautiful and yet deadly.
"Run," said a voice in her head, "Run!" Louder this time, pulling her gaze from the wolf's eyes, unconsciously she took a step backwards towards the door. "Run!" Another step backwards, "Run," and another step. Her back hit the door as the wolf took a step forward, confusion briefly clouding its features. Cassie felt for the door handle, slowly, always looking at the wolf in front of her, anywhere but its eyes. "There, there it is, the door handle, take it, pull it, run, go!" The voice was becoming more insistent, filling her with confidence, hope, and some sort of power. A power she knew the wolf didn't have, confidence, how? She didn't know, but she was sure she could outrun this creature.
And then she obeyed, she wrenched the handle downwards, pulled the door towards her body, slipped around it and ran. The wolf howled, honour requesting he pursue, brain telling him to take the easier pickings upstairs. He deliberated for a second, giving Cassie the time she needed. Honour prevailed and he bolted to the door, catching sight of the young girl he ran, ran faster than he had ever run, he wanted her, needed her, had to have her.
Down Cassie ran, down, down, down the cobbled street, down the sloping road. She had no idea where she was going; she was just going, and fast. She had reached the main street of the village before the wolf had made the decision to make chase. She could hear him, hear his claws scraping on the cobbles, like nails on a blackboard. "Keep going," said the voice, and she did, she reached a crossroads and before she knew it she had run on, into the undergrowth. It was a bad idea but it only dawned on her after she had done it.
Branches scraping at her cheeks, wind whipping her hair, she seemed to be making an impossible amount of noise; she must have been so easy to follow. And she was, the wolf was so close to her now. He was always behind her, but never close enough to catch her. It shouldn't be happening like this, he should have killed her in the house, mentally he reprimanded himself but his instincts took control again, keeping him running.
Suddenly directly above their heads a light erupted, green sparks twinkled with the stars plunging everything into a sharp reality. What was once pitch black, was now a whirling mist of green. Several times Cassie felt the wolf's fur brush her skin but in the panic she had no idea where she was going. Noise burst into her ears, shouting laughter, screams. And the smells, she almost gagged on the smell, blood, sweat, fear. Her breath came in gasps as she burst out of the trees into a clearing, bruised, bloody and frightened. All head turned towards her as she bent double, the stitch in her side seeming to tear her apart. The figures were dressed in black head to foot, except their faces, their faces where covered in a grotesque mask, snow white but not innocent. Death Eaters, but Cassie was not to know that. Slowly she brought her head up to gaze into their faces as one raised what looked like a twig to her face. Paralyzed with fear she stood waiting for something to happen.
"Crucio!" one shouted as the wolf leapt from the trees landing on Cassie's back as she twisted avoid the strange man's words.
She lay on her stomach crushed by the writhing body above her as she hoped and prayed it would stop whining, it sounded like a wounded puppy. She squeezed her eyes shut as the whining stopped and the body fell limp. Her breathing slowed as the weight eased, the wolf being removed from her back.
"Name, child," hissed a harsh voice, it seemed distant and as she slipped from consciousness, the nights events catching up she vaguely remembered replying:
"Piss off!" before the world went dark.
What have we done with innocence
It disappeared with time, it never made much sense
Adolescent resident
Wasting another night on planning my revenge
One in ten 3x
Don't want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I'd rather leave than suffer this
I'll never be your monkey wrench
All this time to make amends
What do you do when all your enemies are friends
Now and then I'll try to bend
Under pressure wind up snapping in the end
One in ten 3x
Don't want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I'd rather leave than suffer this
I'll never be your monkey wrench
Temper 4x
One last thing before I quit
I never wanted any more than I could fit
Into my head I still remember every single word
You said and all the shit that somehow came along with it
Still there's one thing that comforts me since I was
Always caged and now I'm free
Don't want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I'd rather leave than suffer this
I'll never be your monkey wrench
Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out) Foo fighter- monkey wrench
Yes I thought I would write another one. Tell me what you think to this one, I hope you like Cassie as well. Next time we will be joining Harry and co. back in their world.
Caz