Chapter Two
This story is for adults and contains sexually explicit content, adult themes, explicit language and violence.
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II.
FUCK. He had known where she was all along.
He was standing at the entrance to the Fun House calmly, almost patiently watching her. She ducked down, back pressed up against the half-opaque siding of the attraction. She knew it was feeble and embarrassing to hide. She knew he could see her outline on the other side of the glass. She was utterly and completely fucked.
She swung her head to the left and right, surveying her surroundings. Without her broom there would be no flying. And with her dwindling magic her only option was to run or hide. She began to shift to her hands and knees, crawling along the walkway, thoughts racing.
“Were you spying on me, witch?” A gravely voice boomed from below. A sickening chill skittered down her spine. She froze her in her tracks. “Don’t you know that you trespassing here?” He sounded taunting but there was no laughter in his voice. Just the simmering rage that bubbled beneath the surface. She could hear his teeth clicking together, as though he was working hard to keep himself leashed.
Natalia, still hiding, squeezed her eyes shut and with the bravest voice she could muster, bit out, “I was not trespassing. I simply stumbled upon you. This territory belongs to the witches, I am of the Highland Coven of Hecate.” Her heart was slamming against her rib cage. Were they in werewolf territory? If so, why would her mother send a scavenging party here?
Natalia’s thoughts were racing. She tried to steady her breath. Maybe she could talk her way out of this. Would she be able to fight a werewolf? She wasn’t useless, for gods sake, but her magics were running low. She glued herself to the spot, waiting for a reply, yet, she heard nothing. Was he still there? Was he watching? She turned her head but couldn’t discern anything beyond the opaque glass. Planting her knees on the walkway she slowly sat up, looking over the railing and..
Nothing.
She scanned the grounds before here and found nothing. She stood fully, searching for any trace of the wolf and she found nothing. Thank the Gods—he had left. She laid her head on the railing, her heart starting to calm. Maybe he had realized there was a misunderstanding. Maybe something tastier had come along, distracting him…
Thump.
Her eyes snapped open at the sound. It was coming from her left. From the stairs she had just ascended.
Thump.
Louder this time. She stood up. It couldn’t have been just the wind.
Thump!
No, he was coming up the stairs. Slowly. Deliberately; like he was taking his time.
THUMP. THUMP.
He must be halfway up now. She began to slowly back away, too scared to think clearly, eyeing for any exits around her. The only way for her to go, unless she jumped over the edge, was across the widow’s walk that crowned the attraction and back down into the building. She began to run, no sense in being quiet- he knew were she was.
“I haven’t seen witches of your coven in this area for decades,” the voice, at the top of the stairs now, startling her, causing her to trip and fall- tailbone slamming into the metal of the walkway, knees knocking open, skirt riding up, adding to her humiliation. She was now able to take in his full size, being so close. He was huge, easily over six and a half feet, his claws and fangs, so much longer, deadlier than she could have imagined. He took a step toward her, his voice lethal “I asked you a question, witch. Why are you here?”
She inched back, gazing up at him, the full moon cresting behind his head.
Think!
“Why would a witch be following a werewolf in the dead of night when a single bite could kill her?” She just needed him to believe her. She whispered a charming spell under her breath “You want to let me go. You-
With movement so sudden that she barely saw it, the wolf pounced down on all fours, caging her in with his body, teeth inches from her face, growling. “Those parlor tricks won’t work on me, witch.” She was trapped, throat fully exposed for him to sink his teeth into if he wished. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, heat radiating from his body. It was as though his anger took on a life form of it’s own, radiating from his skin.
It gave her an idea- with a huge push, she sent a wave of magic that coated her body with fire, the wolf jumping back reflexively, baring his large fangs. Her flame singed his fur and skin. This was her opening: she turned over, scrambled up and bolted down the bridge that lead to the other side of the attraction, the smell of burning flesh and hair in the air. As she threw herself down a winding staircase that would hopefully get her out of this gods forsaken Fun House, she could swear she heard the wolf laughing.
The staircase ended funneling her deeper into the building and onto an obstacle of rolling barrels. The surveyed her surroundings and did not see any exit signs. There was no way out but through. She began making her way slowly across the barrels. On her third fall, mid way down the path, she heard a loud thud behind her. She swung her gaze back towards the stairs and froze. The wolf had jumped down, landing easily on his hind legs, a predatory look in his eyes. He was not burnt and appeared completely unharmed.
“Are you always going to be prone before me, little witch? I’m beginning to quite like the sight.”
She saw his eyes were tracking down the front of her body where a few buttons had come undone from her shirt- a nipple threatening to pop out of her bra. An expression flashed across his eyes and was gone in a moment. One of a primal need, his eyes, while still glowing amber, were dark- marling her. “Why would they send such a weak, pathetic, little witch to do their dirty work?”, his voice wet; words seeming to catch in his throat. He approached her unhurried; a hunter who had already caught his prey.
For a moment, Natalia was hypnotized by his pursuit. She had the sensation of being a bug, caught in a spider’s web; a paralytic cocktail of fear and wonder as she beheld the wolf. The wolf stopped, cocked his head, taking her in. She scrambled to her knees, his hesitation knocking her back to her senses, and began crawling away hoping that this method of retreat would be quicker than standing. Her knees were killing her and she knew her panties were on full display.
“Do not run from me”, his voice was growing deeper, more breathy; dangerous.
She did not listen. She was almost there, just one more barrel and she could throw herself into the crawling tunnel that lay at the end of this obstacle. Hopefully he wouldn’t be able to fit and she could fully escape. She rolled off the barrel, jumped into the small tunnel and just as she was making her way past the entrance she felt something hard and sharp grab her ankle. She lost her traction and began to slide, crying out as her knees and fingernails scraped along the tunnel.
“Please! I don’t know who you think I am but I wasn’t following you!” She cried through gritted teeth. “I didn’t even know your kind still inhabited these parts!” She was kicking, flailing her legs but it was useless. He seemed to pause at this declaration. He was toying with her; playing with his food. She knew it. He was making sure she knew how outmatched she was.
Well. Fuck. Him.
She turned, quickly enough to surprise him, and though she felt her magics running low, she conjured what she had left and sent a shadow dagger at his heart. He was fast but not fast enough. The dagger plunged itself into the wolf’s shoulder, he didn’t flinch- didn’t even react. Was that surprise on his face? It was enough for her to take the opening to kick out at him. This jarred him back to the moment and grab for her but she was already too far, crawling as fast as she could to get to the other side of the tunnel.
