010 — A WEREWOLF KILLER AND AN OBSESSED STALKER.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋

Standing at the centre of the street with the Metallic and Salty taste of someone else's blood lingering on my tongue.

My whole body instantly seized up. My eyes squeeze shut, a low, guttural groan escaping my throat.

I violently spat the gathering saliva onto the ground. It lands with a wet thwack.

Leaning against the wall, dry-heaving, my mouth stretched wide in a silent scream. I grab my bottle of water and furiously swish and spat again and again, trying to erase the abominable flavor from my tongue. Every nerve screaming poison.

When I finally manage to breathe, I push myself upright.

I hadn't just tasted someone's blood; I had tasted the serious ruin of the city, and the taste of my own reckless stupidity for seeking it out, if only I had minded my business and gone straight ahead. I wipe my mouth with the back of a shaking hand, the metallic taste still faintly present, a terrible secret burned onto my palate forever.

“You darn vampire! Be it a particular tree’s stake, leaf, ash, or fire… just let me find a way to kill you. You are dead.”

Turning my shaky legs, I slowly look over the piled-up bodies. They didn't get a proper death; I hope they get a proper burial.

My eyes have seen many misfortunes in this city, and I'm starting to rethink whether I can actually survive it.

Suddenly, a feeling of dread settles at the back of my mind, the hair on my body stood as chills crept up on my skin, and just then, the necklace Corvin had left on me just a while ago, roars to life, shining red and begins to vibrate.

Then I know, something is watching me, something supernatural, that's not Corvin.

I've heard about Magnus, the leader of Asmodeus's heirs, a werewolf and the Alpha of their pack, which is a squad to the outside world, but what no one remembered to tell me about is how to escape from Magnus, the Alpha.

“He said I owed him death. Is he after me… now?” I thought.

Suddenly, a shadow of an animal came into sight, “Is that a cat? A huge cat?” I murmur to myself as the necklace glows brighter red.

Eyes widening in horror as I realise what is happening. “It's not a cat. It's a werewolf… Magnus!”

Sensing danger, my feet react quickly, pounding the cracked concrete, the sound echoing off the dark buildings like a death knell. I am running for my life, the streetlights blurring together in a maddening whirl.

The chase continues, with Magnus closing in, his eyes fixed on me with an unnatural hunger.

I pump my arms harder, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Magnus's claws scrape against the pavement, the sound sending a chill down my spine. I could feel its hot breath on my neck, the hairs on my skin standing on end.

The street is deserted, the only sound the pounding of my feet and Magnus's relentless pursuit. I dart between parked cars, using them as cover. But he is relentless, his eyes fixed on me with an unblinking gaze.

I see a narrow alleyway up ahead, a dark and foreboding passage between two buildings, and one of the buildings is where I live. Without hesitation, I sprint towards it, Magnus closing in fast. I burst into the alleyway, the darkness enveloping me like a shroud.

Magnus follows, his massive body squeezing through the narrow passage. I can hear his labored breathing, his eyes fixed on me with an unnatural intelligence. I know I have to keep moving to find a way out of this nightmare.

I run as fast as I can, the alleyway seeming to stretch on forever. But I can hear Magnus gaining on me, his claws scrabbling against the walls. I am running out of time, and I know it.

Suddenly, I see a glimmer of light up ahead, the end of the alleyway, a chance to escape… my home. I sprint towards it, with Magnus mere feet behind. I burst out into the bright lights of the street, gasping for air, and rushed into my gate, securing it with the key.

The gate doesn't stop Magnus; it is as though he is determined to kill me tonight.

The full moon cast an eerie glow as he hurtled towards me. His eyes burn with a feral intensity as he grasps the iron gate, flying across it, his massive body soaring through the air.

I scream as the creature lands on the other side, his eyes locked onto mine with a terrifying gaze. Magnus's claws dig into the ground, and he begins to stalk towards me, his movements eerily silent.

My voice echoes through the night as I turn to flee, but my feet feel heavy, as if rooted to the spot.

“I'm not dying tonight!” I scream, pulling myself together as I run towards my apartment with huge steps, an action Magnus also took to ensure I wouldn't escape.

He grips my leg in an instant, his claws dip into my flesh as he attempts to pull me closer with it.

A loud cry rolls out of my tongue as the pain of his big, fat claws stabbing into my flesh hits.

With my free leg, I kick him in the face, the impact slipping through his soft fur towards the sensitive part of his face, but it isn't enough to make him let me go, so I dip my hand into the soil and take a handful of sand, throwing it at his face.

He growls and steps back, shaking his head in an attempt to get the sand out of his eyes.

Taking his temporary blindness as an opening, I crawl towards my apartment in a hurry and slam the door shut, locking it twice.

Sitting against the door with my mouth open, my breath came in short gasps as I tried to regain composure.

I can still hear Magnus's growl just outside my house, until I hear nothing and he's gone.

A breath of relief jumped out of my lungs as I held onto my left leg, which is now bleeding so much from the claw mark injury.

With a hand on my doorknob, I push myself up, dragging my left foot towards my room to clean up the blood and probably put some bandages to secure it, then a strange footstep catches my attention, it is like there is someone there, in my home.

I see a mobbing stick and pick it up, limping towards the direction of the room, all the while not trying to worsen my semi-broken elbow.

When I get to my bedroom, the door is slightly open, so I peep through. It is thick with the scent of sweat and lingering cologne, the air heavy with the kind of quiet that only comes when someone is alone with their darkest cravings.

“Nevan?” I thought.

My upstairs neighbor sits on the edge of my unmade bed, the sheets still rumpled from the last time I’d tossed in them. His fingers twitched around the delicate scrap of fabric in his palm… my panties, stolen from my laundry basket.

The lace is soft, almost weightless, but the dampness clinging to the crotch makes his pulse hammer in his throat.

He takes them to his nose, inhaling slowly and deeply. The scent hit him like a punch to the gut, musky, warm, unmistakably me. His cock jerks in his jeans, “I'm already half-hard from the thought of you,” he whispers, “From the way your hips had swayed when you bent over to grab your keys, which fell on your way out this morning.”

His breath came faster, shallower, as he pressed the panties harder against his face, dragging the lace over his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste the dampness. Fuck. “You had been wet, Catalina. So fucking wet. Have you been thinking of me when you got like this? Had your fingers slipped beneath the silk, teasing your clit while you imagined my mouth between your thighs?”

I squeeze my face in disgust behind the door as I watch the thought make his dick throb painfully. He shifts on the mattress, his free hand dropping to his zipper, fingers fumbling with the metal teeth. The sound of the zipper parting was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He didn’t bother pushing his jeans down further, just freed his cock, the heavy length already flushed dark with blood, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

A bead of it welled at the slit, thick and clear, and he smeared it down his shaft with his thumb, groaning at the slick drag of his own touch.

Nevan didn’t waste time. His grip was rough, desperate, as he started stroking himself, his fist sliding from root to crown with practiced ease. The panties were still mashed against his face, the scent of my pussy filling his lungs with every ragged breath.