Michael was trapped in a corner of the bar with a woman slowly and malevolently approaching him, whose temper was as fiery as her hair. He threw his last desolation spell, coupled with a few charmed words for added effect. This time it hit Lily square in the chest. She yelped like a wounded dog rather than a woman screaming in pain. She hit the floor hard like a rock.
“Bingo!” he yelled in triumph. “You’re a hard bitch to kill!” He smiled in a self indulgent manner that was short lived. Her supposedly lifeless body began to shake and convulse.
He heard a ripping sound as if her clothes were tearing. No. He corrected his hearing as he watched in horror and tilted his head in morbid fascination. It was more like flesh tearing, muscles and sinews stretching and was that…. No it couldn’t be, the sound of bones twisting and cracking.
He was brought back to the situation in a flash as he heard Alex yell over the now empty club.
“Michael over here quickly.” He looked up and behind him to see Alex’s head thrust itself out of the men’s toilet doors.
“Hurry up! We can get out this way. The toilet window!” He implored.” The Police are coming.”
He looked away to the front doors as he saw the blue flashing lights before the sirens even registered. He glanced back at his worthy fighting opponent he still expected to be lying on the floor in a post seizure posture. His eyes widened as what was actually in front of him was a very large amber haired dog. Correction wolf. Drooling and growling for his blood.
“Shit!” He didn’t dare turn his back on the beast. “Alex you get yourselves out of here. I will meet you back at the house. Trust me.” He suddenly felt something warm and wet trickle down his left leg.
“Crap!” he said under his breath. “I’ve actually pissed my pants!”
He could have sworn at this point that the wolf was actually letting out a doggy snicker.
She then growled again. This time she meant it as she bared her teeth. The fangs looked enormous to Michael and all he could do was stand there frozen to the spot, which was actually the best thing he could have done in such a situation. Wolves enjoy nothing more than to play on the fear of their victims in a hunt.
Not by bolting, they just both stood frozen to the spot glaring one another out in and staring stand off that would make any spaghetti western film producer proud.
Michael quickly realised that his best chance of survival was not to scram like the fretting rabbit he actually did feel like right now.
“Lily! LILY!” They both looked up towards the VIP balcony. Jason was leaning over.
“Get your ginger wolf butt up here. NOW!” He spoke with an American accent that was almost indistinguishable due to his panicked shouting of trying to command his subordinate sister back into rank.
Lily ignored him as she turned back to her nemesis and growled again. He had just knocked this warrior down with a desolation spell and she wasn’t best pleased.
He sent out as much telepathic thought he could muster to the angry hound.
“Listen to him! Cops are here. We will both die!”
She looked back at Jason as he let out a very loud, but deep guttural growl of warning to her, like an adult dog chastising an out of control puppy.
She looked menacingly once more at Michael with her iridescent yellow eyes and let out a lasting growl of warning. As she turned away she gave a gruff snort of not just defeat, but annoyance at not being given the chance for a real hunt.
Michael watched her slope off up the stairs towards her commandeering chief.
He let his head drop back in sheer relief then remembered the wet patch on his trouser leg that was now turning cold. He looked down at the darkened patch and shook his trouser leg as if it would magically dry.
“Ooh that’s not a bad idea.” He thought as he spoke a Romanian Gypsy incantation for desert dry pants again. He felt the warmth and tingling of the energy force as his pants dried leaving a stained patch that looked something like a basic science class chromatography experiment.
He groaned at the mess as he looked around then he headed up the stairs following wolf girl as the armed police surrounded the front and back of the building in strategic formation.
“Bingo!” he yelled in triumph. “You’re a hard bitch to kill!” He smiled in a self indulgent manner that was short lived. Her supposedly lifeless body began to shake and convulse.
He heard a ripping sound as if her clothes were tearing. No. He corrected his hearing as he watched in horror and tilted his head in morbid fascination. It was more like flesh tearing, muscles and sinews stretching and was that…. No it couldn’t be, the sound of bones twisting and cracking.
He was brought back to the situation in a flash as he heard Alex yell over the now empty club.
“Michael over here quickly.” He looked up and behind him to see Alex’s head thrust itself out of the men’s toilet doors.
“Hurry up! We can get out this way. The toilet window!” He implored.” The Police are coming.”
He looked away to the front doors as he saw the blue flashing lights before the sirens even registered. He glanced back at his worthy fighting opponent he still expected to be lying on the floor in a post seizure posture. His eyes widened as what was actually in front of him was a very large amber haired dog. Correction wolf. Drooling and growling for his blood.
“Shit!” He didn’t dare turn his back on the beast. “Alex you get yourselves out of here. I will meet you back at the house. Trust me.” He suddenly felt something warm and wet trickle down his left leg.
“Crap!” he said under his breath. “I’ve actually pissed my pants!”
He could have sworn at this point that the wolf was actually letting out a doggy snicker.
She then growled again. This time she meant it as she bared her teeth. The fangs looked enormous to Michael and all he could do was stand there frozen to the spot, which was actually the best thing he could have done in such a situation. Wolves enjoy nothing more than to play on the fear of their victims in a hunt.
Not by bolting, they just both stood frozen to the spot glaring one another out in and staring stand off that would make any spaghetti western film producer proud.
Michael quickly realised that his best chance of survival was not to scram like the fretting rabbit he actually did feel like right now.
“Lily! LILY!” They both looked up towards the VIP balcony. Jason was leaning over.
“Get your ginger wolf butt up here. NOW!” He spoke with an American accent that was almost indistinguishable due to his panicked shouting of trying to command his subordinate sister back into rank.
Lily ignored him as she turned back to her nemesis and growled again. He had just knocked this warrior down with a desolation spell and she wasn’t best pleased.
He sent out as much telepathic thought he could muster to the angry hound.
“Listen to him! Cops are here. We will both die!”
She looked back at Jason as he let out a very loud, but deep guttural growl of warning to her, like an adult dog chastising an out of control puppy.
She looked menacingly once more at Michael with her iridescent yellow eyes and let out a lasting growl of warning. As she turned away she gave a gruff snort of not just defeat, but annoyance at not being given the chance for a real hunt.
Michael watched her slope off up the stairs towards her commandeering chief.
He let his head drop back in sheer relief then remembered the wet patch on his trouser leg that was now turning cold. He looked down at the darkened patch and shook his trouser leg as if it would magically dry.
“Ooh that’s not a bad idea.” He thought as he spoke a Romanian Gypsy incantation for desert dry pants again. He felt the warmth and tingling of the energy force as his pants dried leaving a stained patch that looked something like a basic science class chromatography experiment.
He groaned at the mess as he looked around then he headed up the stairs following wolf girl as the armed police surrounded the front and back of the building in strategic formation.
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