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as my body fell forward and
crashed to the ground. I’d forgotten about the werewolf. Those were actually claws,
not knives. How had I forgotten about him? I turned my body and kicked up my
feet, barely impacting the werewolf at all, but enough for me to get away from
his grasp for a second. I got up to face the creature that was currently
circling me and readying his second attack. I reached for the only thing I had
left on my belt, which was a small Swiss army knife. “Well, Caylee, it was a
good run,” I said out loud to myself, knowing my fate.
My
eyes looked to where my stake was still inserted in the two vampires. They
were beginning to blacken. I needed to get back to that stake if I had a chance.
Unlucky for me, it was behind the werewolf. I could feel my body weaken as the
blood flowed from my back from the werewolf’s first strike. I had to get to
that stake, so I decided to charge the werewolf, with my Swiss army knife.
My
charge seemed to startle him, but he began running at me as well. I waited until
he was inches away, then made my body dive to the right of him, which was
inches from where my stake was—now finally sitting in a pile of ashes. I
missed it though and flipped over, just in time to see the werewolf jump on top
of me. His claws tore at my stomach as his mouth reached for my throat. I
could feel the muscles of my abdomen tear as I screamed out in pain.
My
hand took the small, one-inch Swiss army blade and tried to stab the werewolf,
but he wasn’t budging. I finally hit my target, which was his eye. He squealed
and grabbed his eye, giving me the second I needed to reach up, grab my stake,
and push it into its second gear. It elongated into a sliver blade, and as the
werewolf was still clutching his eye, I stood before him and sliced off his head.
One
glance at my stomach and all I could see was red everywhere. My body began shaking
and my ears were hollowing out as my vision became blurry, and a rustic, bitter
taste tainted my tongue. I needed to get my potion or I was going to pass out
and die. I felt at my belt but nothing was there. It must have been torn
off. My eyes frantically searched the ground, but all that was there was more
blood—my blood, everywhere. I only had seconds left, when my eyes finally
caught the vile, reflecting from the moon’s light. Thank god , I thought
as I walked over to it, threw off the cap and dumped it all into my mouth.
There was no way I would make it home, even if the potion was successful in
saving my life. Luckily, my phone was near the vile, and I picked it up and
pushed the number ‘2’ on my speed dial.
“Hello,
Caylee. Caylee?” Claire shouted as I tried to catch my breath to speak. “Where
are you?” she shouted frantically.
“Claire, I think I’m
going to die. You should probably come and get me,” I said as I dropped the
phone and felt my body begin to fall. Everything was in slow motion as I
waited for the impact of my body on the cement. The impact never came. I
cracked open my eyes to see two ruby—almost black—colored eyes staring at me as
it held me in its arms. My vision and my mind finally went black.
***
I
awoke, from what Claire told me, a week later in her apartment above her head
shop.
“You’re
awake,” she said, probably sensing it. “Now, tell me what the fuck happened,” she
scolded, like my grandmother used to when I was in trouble.
“I…well…fuck—give
me a second. How am I alive?” I asked her, trying to wrap my head around the
situation.
“You
called me, I gps-ed your phone, and Lyal and I found you. Thank the gods you
took the whole potion, or you would have been dead for sure. I’m still
surprised it saved you, to be honest. That werewolf tore you to shreds—your
blood painted the cement,” Claire said as her eyes dropped, probably
remembering the scene. “We didn’t even know if you were going
crashed to the ground. I’d forgotten about the werewolf. Those were actually claws,
not knives. How had I forgotten about him? I turned my body and kicked up my
feet, barely impacting the werewolf at all, but enough for me to get away from
his grasp for a second. I got up to face the creature that was currently
circling me and readying his second attack. I reached for the only thing I had
left on my belt, which was a small Swiss army knife. “Well, Caylee, it was a
good run,” I said out loud to myself, knowing my fate.
My
eyes looked to where my stake was still inserted in the two vampires. They
were beginning to blacken. I needed to get back to that stake if I had a chance.
Unlucky for me, it was behind the werewolf. I could feel my body weaken as the
blood flowed from my back from the werewolf’s first strike. I had to get to
that stake, so I decided to charge the werewolf, with my Swiss army knife.
My
charge seemed to startle him, but he began running at me as well. I waited until
he was inches away, then made my body dive to the right of him, which was
inches from where my stake was—now finally sitting in a pile of ashes. I
missed it though and flipped over, just in time to see the werewolf jump on top
of me. His claws tore at my stomach as his mouth reached for my throat. I
could feel the muscles of my abdomen tear as I screamed out in pain.
My
hand took the small, one-inch Swiss army blade and tried to stab the werewolf,
but he wasn’t budging. I finally hit my target, which was his eye. He squealed
and grabbed his eye, giving me the second I needed to reach up, grab my stake,
and push it into its second gear. It elongated into a sliver blade, and as the
werewolf was still clutching his eye, I stood before him and sliced off his head.
One
glance at my stomach and all I could see was red everywhere. My body began shaking
and my ears were hollowing out as my vision became blurry, and a rustic, bitter
taste tainted my tongue. I needed to get my potion or I was going to pass out
and die. I felt at my belt but nothing was there. It must have been torn
off. My eyes frantically searched the ground, but all that was there was more
blood—my blood, everywhere. I only had seconds left, when my eyes finally
caught the vile, reflecting from the moon’s light. Thank god , I thought
as I walked over to it, threw off the cap and dumped it all into my mouth.
There was no way I would make it home, even if the potion was successful in
saving my life. Luckily, my phone was near the vile, and I picked it up and
pushed the number ‘2’ on my speed dial.
“Hello,
Caylee. Caylee?” Claire shouted as I tried to catch my breath to speak. “Where
are you?” she shouted frantically.
“Claire, I think I’m
going to die. You should probably come and get me,” I said as I dropped the
phone and felt my body begin to fall. Everything was in slow motion as I
waited for the impact of my body on the cement. The impact never came. I
cracked open my eyes to see two ruby—almost black—colored eyes staring at me as
it held me in its arms. My vision and my mind finally went black.
***
I
awoke, from what Claire told me, a week later in her apartment above her head
shop.
“You’re
awake,” she said, probably sensing it. “Now, tell me what the fuck happened,” she
scolded, like my grandmother used to when I was in trouble.
“I…well…fuck—give
me a second. How am I alive?” I asked her, trying to wrap my head around the
situation.
“You
called me, I gps-ed your phone, and Lyal and I found you. Thank the gods you
took the whole potion, or you would have been dead for sure. I’m still
surprised it saved you, to be honest. That werewolf tore you to shreds—your
blood painted the cement,” Claire said as her eyes dropped, probably
remembering the scene. “We didn’t even know if you were going
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