Chapter Eleven: Alone

Looking around the room, Rose found claw marks all around the area where she was dragged from and assumed it was her. After investigating for what seemed to be like forever, Rose decided to give up and she sat down on the bed. Suddenly she jumped up from the bed, walked to the door, and opened it, expecting to find Scott, instead finding something written on the wall and she slowly walked over to it. She was looking at what it was written in, just not at what it was saying. As she reached out, she brushed her two fingers against the wall and brought them out to smell what it was: blood. As Rose backed away, she slowly saw what was written on the wall and began screaming, going up against the wall across from the writing and sinking to the floor.

As Scott came back to the apartment, he found it was strange that police cars were outside, but even stranger that they were going in Rose's apartment. Hurrying, he went inside to see Rose being questioned on the couch and he quickly ran over to her.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked as he grabbed her hand, looking into her eyes.

"I'm fine." Rose whispered, looking up at Scott with fear in her eyes.

"What happen-" Scott began to say before Rose looked behind him and then he turned around.

"'It's not over,'" Scott whispered before looking back at Rose and continuing. "Why is it written in red paint?"

"It's not paint." Rose whispered, giving Scott a clue of what it was written in.

"Who does the blood belong to?" Scott asked the officer that was questioning Rose.

"A twenty-nine year old name Elizabeth Keller. She was missing for a week. Guess we know what happened to her." The officer said sadly as he stood up, saying, "If you have anything else to tell us, feel free to call," before walking away, along with all the people in Rose's apartment.

Once they were gone, Rose turned to Scott to say, "Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Of course." Scott said as he put Rose's head against his chest, fearing for Rose's safety.

Flipping over on the bed, her arm reached out to feel the space where Scott was supposed to be. As she felt nothing, she opened her eyes, turning her head towards the empty spot of Scott and she shot up. Slipping out of bed, she walked over to the door only to hear footsteps. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard shuffling around outside the door and then footsteps walking away. Suddenly a voice came to her ears as she listened closely, it saying, "Don't bother calling Scott. You'll be dead by the time your boyfriend comes to check on you, even though he told you he'd stay. No more chances."

Hearing what the voice said, sounding like a male, Rose slowly backed up, looking for a place to hide before dropping to floor, sliding underneath the bed as she heard the doorknob rattle around. Breathing hard, Rose saw the door open and she rushed her hand up against her mouth, trying to stay quiet. Watching the feet, which looked like a human's, travel around the room, she saw them stop next to her face, then wake to the other side of the room, behind her. Hearing them no more, she sucked in her breath as she peaked out, only to see there face look down at her. Screaming, she tried to get away from them, but the person grabbed her ankles, pulling her out and dragging her in the living room. Flipping her over, Rose saw it's face change and suddenly it looked like a wolf's face. Lifting it's hand, it covered Rose's mouth as she cried, her tears sinking down to it's hand as it got close to her face.

"Poor little Rose. No one can hear you, don't you know that?" It told Rose as she began to scream, only the sound wasn't hear as it was muffled by it's hand. "Not even Scott."

Doing the best she to get away, the thing turned Rose's head to the left, hand still on her mouth as it pinned her on the ground, putting it's legs around her thighs, keeping her legs down, and grabbing her right arm. Going close to her neck, it whispered, "Scott can't save you and the baby, or should I say the twins?"

Rose desperately tried to find a way out, but it was no use as it's teeth came closer to her neck, it's breath clouding her breathing.

"Pardon me. I guess you should have some last words." It told her as it let go of her mouth and the only thing she could say, the first thing that came to her mind, the only thing she wanted to say came out in a small whisper: "Scott," and her vision blurred, nothing to be remembered.

"Rose?" A voice said, bringing her out of her sleep and into life as she stared into the eyes of Scott.

"Scott," Rose asked, a little confused of what had happened as Scott smiled at her face. "What happened?"

"You fell off the bed while I went to use the bathroom. Are you alright?" Scott told Rose as he helped her up, seeing her put a hand to her head as she looked around.

"Nothing happened?" Rose asked, suddenly remembering parts of the person-who-turned-into-a-werewolf incident.

"Other than you falling off the bed, nothing." Scott assured Rose as he let her sit down on the bed.

"I had the weirdest dream." Rose whispered, looking around the room as if afraid something would come out.

"What was it about?" Scott asked as he sat next to her, holding her hand as she began to tell him.

"A person, no, a werewolf attacked me. I almost died and the last thing I said was your name: Scott." Rose told Scott as she leaned her head into his chest and her wrapped his arms around her.

"I can assure you nothing happened," Scott said as he hugged Rose, rocking her back and forth. "Nothing."