I don’t know who he is, or what he thinks he is, but this…boy, was really irritating. How dare he follow me and get in my face like this? Seriously. He must not have been raised right to think that it was alright to get in someone’s personal space. My nose twitched, ears twisting backwards as I growled low in my throat. God, why wouldn’t he just get a clue and leave me alone?

When I snapped at him, he moved closer and I instantly tasted the copper-laced blood pool from the gash that appeared on his cheek. My lips curl, my tongue lashing out to get the taste of his blood off of my taste buds. It wasn’t a pleasant taste that I wanted to experience again. No thank you.

He seemed to get off on the pain from the bite, and quite frankly, that worried me a bit. I felt my skin crawl, seeing the gleam in his eyes when he opens them. I shake slightly, backing away a bit further, not wanting to be anywhere near that horrible creature. He speaks, and I shake my head, ignoring the snide comments that he was throwing my way. What had I ever done wrong to deserve someone in my life like this? I’ve never been bad, never. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think of a way out of here and into the safety of the den I’d made, but I knew no way of escaping safely and quick enough to evade this beast.

“Go to hell.” I sneer, my eyes opening, their stare was finally blank, my mind shutting its defenses against the beast’s words. He wouldn’t get past my defenses if I had any say in it. He was meaningless, I had no connection with him, no urge to be around him. My only urge was to get as far away as I possibly could before I found myself his prisoner in some wicked way. I was too innocent to be tied up with a guy like this.

My eyes stared intently back at him, daring him to try something, anything. Because quite honestly, I wasn’t going down without a fight. Hell, I wasn’t going anywhere without a fight. This boy picked the wrong girl to fuck with.


--Merh,. Sorry about the cruddiness! --