Nobody told me that the journey back to my dorm would be this difficult, I was carrying my two suitcases and one duffel bag, and my tiny frame almost collapsed under the weight of the heavy load. To make things worse, I was given a room on the third floor, so I had to climb three sets of stairs with my heavy bags. By the time I got to my room door, I fumbled the key. opened the door and fell on the floor breathing hard, Dramatic much? I know. I stayed there for a while just trying to regain my breath, and then a door that I assume was the bathroom door opened, and a girl wearing a very tiny bathrobe walked out. She had long and slightly wavy strawberry blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and, from what I could see bluish greyish eyes, Her frame was slim and wiry but I was more delicate. I looked at her, and she blinked both of us suddenly lost for words, before she smiled and rushed over to my side. “ Oh my God, you must be my roommate” I didnt detect any accent. She squatted d
It was official, we were going clubbing, and my roomate was a big club freak. She has introdced herself as Lola and gotten right into action after her victorious laughter. I agreed to go clubbing before I even iknew her name! Really!! My roommate was also officially a talkative, she kept going around the room talking excitedly about how much fun we would have and how glad she was that I was coming along, she was doing all this while simultaneously throwing ridiculously short dresses on me to try on. I had a slightly slimmer frame so she made sure to give me her slimmest and shortest dresses to try on and after about five try ons I camme to the conclusion that she just liked flashing her female parts because what? These dresses were tinyyyy. And I'm not even exagerrating here. “Is everything you own this skimpy” I gave her a polite smile, hiding my mortification. for someone I only met today we were getting along just fine How many times had I had that thought now? It was even better
I know what you are thinking, and you are right It is what any sane person would do at this point but these days I was seriously questioning my sanity. Yes, I should have ran back immediately, I should have been moritifed and scared and dashed for safety, It was a natural insitinct. I should have minded my own damn business but my inquisition was apparently greater than my need for safety and besides they were my kind so what could go wrong? Except that everything could go wrong, everything. I was suprised to find werewolves here but I decided to see if it was real. I placed a firm hand over my lips and continued walking down the path, begging my wolf to be alert as we went further and further into a place that lacked life and light. I began to suspect it was my imagination playing tricks on me because the more I walked, the more remote and underdeveloped the place became. All I could see were weeds growing all over the place. There was no sign of life there and I finally let go of t
I stumbled into the club with my shaky legs wobbling, breathing like a volcano had erupted in my lungs; I didn't know how I got there or anything that happened after that loud howl and that voice… I continued running, yeah but I didn't know how my legs carried me here too; despite the fatigue I felt and the narrow escape from those whose hands touched my skin, I didn't know anything. All I knew was that I somehow managed to get into the club and somehow walk into the toilet without passing out. I stayed standing there at one end of the toilet for a few minutes, trying to control my breathing and make sese of everything that happened in the past hour. When the toilet door opened and my eyes met Lola's worried eyes, my legs finally gave away. I collapsed unto the floor in the least dramatic way I could, but ofcpurse it was still dramatic enough for Lola to scurry over at once. “ Oh my God, Fiona, where have you been? I have been worried sick” She hurried over to my side; her breath sm
I want to say I woke up in an undramatic way but has my life ever been that way? These days I am leaning more and more into the arms of unending drama. I awoke with a jolt. All through the night I was haunted and plagued by a black wolf with obscidian eyes chasing me with intent and anger? I couldn't quite place it and although I wanted to believe it was an imagination, I knew it had a better explanation. It just had to have and how many coincedences can occur in a lifetime? I was sweating and panting by the time I sat up because the claw of the wolf had almost caught me before I woke up, I briefly felt its fingers scratch my arms too and I touched the spot absentmindedly as I scanned the room. I was thankful for once that my chattery roommate Lola was out. I screamed when I checked the time by my bedside clock, I had missed most of the activities for the day, on my second day! I hurried out of bed and I blamed myself for my foolish tendencies and after a while I decided there was no
After climbing into my bed with the note or card still in my hands and wondering what to make of it, There was fear and a little bit of an alarmed feeling but I decided to be angry. Did I ask them to not be cautious of the surroundings when in meeting? Who was I even going to rat out to? Did I ask for the suspicious activities that took place? Did I ask to walk in on them? And if Whoever sent this message, if L or whatever he called himself and his annoyingly sexy bliue eyes had no plans on ever meeting me Why did he keep sending me these letters? And I am the one taunting him? On one end I was scaced because it seemed like I had been figured out, They must already know who I am and must be tracking me down or not? And that voice that told them to stop, that voice that sounded like the one I heard back then at Mac’s house, could it be possible? Of course it could but why would he save me a second time? And why send me this letter? Was it a threat? Did he only save me to threaten me t
This cannot be happening, why? How? Before I thought much of it I was hurriedly packing my books into my bag and dashing out of the class while muttering an apology to the art lecturer who looked like he wanted to bore a hole into my head and slap me maybe. What are the odds hat Mac would come here, and why? Actually I could think of a number of reason he would want to do that but what I couldn't understand was why Mac of all people was standing outside my classroom and looking at me as I walked towards him even though in a passive way. The thought of when I saw his face at the club day flashed into my mind, and even though I knew it was most likely what he had come for, I wanted to hope that there was a motive more me focused. I didn't want to hope he had come to accept me or anything close to that because his face didn't hold any hint of smile. It was just a regular face, and it was hard for me to read. I was breathless when I stood before him finally, partially because of the ra
Everything was clear to me; It made sense now that he drove all the way and waited outside my lecture hall for me. It was no coincidence or fairytale. Of course he had known I was the one at the club that night. They were discussing something that must be so important that it made him drive all the way down here to threaten me. There were no puzzles as regarding Mac’s statement to me, and as I walked back to the hostel, I knew I had to really keep my mouth shut. But who was I going to tell? Or was this because I briefly told Lola? I placed my hand on my forehead and sighed in frustration. Yes. He had seen me that night, of course. Who was I kidding? Even if by some chance he had not seen me, he could smell me ofcourse, I had underestimated his wolf abilities by going there in the first instance and Mac was not generous enough to forgive that or to remain quiet about it. Was he even any generous? Just minutes ago he sounded and looked like if it had been left to him I would have face