New York gleamed in the dark. Lights lit up the nightlife of the city. To most, it was a city of dreams. To those who have seen or experienced the darkness residing within, those dreams are nothing but nightmares, the city of a thousand lights tarnished and dimmed.
Rebecca Blaine hurried along, looking back often to see how far she was, and if she was actually getting away. Once bitten, twice shy... as the saying goes, but she was Once shy, Twice bitten. Her mind flashbacked to that night, which would taunt her for the rest of her life.
Rebecca's walked down the stairs of the Law firm she worked at as a secretary to her car. She looked around realizing she was alone in the small parking lot, her boss having left hours ago. She had stayed behind, having to finish some paperwork for a case for the following morning. She quickly checked her cell, finding that it was past one in the morning. From a shadow near her SUV came a growl, and she immediately tensed. Her eyes searched the inky blackness, but of course couldn't find the source. On her keychain, a bottle of Mace hung, which she pointed towards the shadow. That seemed to anger it, and it attacked.
Rebecca only remembered seeing a flash of something big covered in fur before being blinded by a pain in her mid-section. When she awoke, she found herself in the care of a man who had blown all her previous conceptions of city-life out of the water.
There was a thriving population of WEREWOLVES, and she was now one of them.
At first, she had denied it, calling him crazy, but as the days passed she had learned the truth. Now, with a tentative relationship with the male werewolf, who incidently, caused all her hormones to perk up and drool, she began learning from him.
She looked back, searching over her shoulders for the tall male, smirking as she found him looking straight at her before using the crowd to disappear. Her hiking boots, which were caked with drying mud, helped her keep her balance, though she would have to try this with her usual five-inch stilleto heels. She only wore a black tank-top and denim shorts, her lower legs also caked with mud, which contrasted harshly against her pale skin. Long black hair, streaked with midnight purple highlights, was held up in a genie ponytail, keeping it out of her face. If it weren't for the shoes, she would have fit in with the club scene, though the shoes weren't that out of place either.
She slipped through a crowd of people, grabbing a jacket off the ground, wrinkling her nose at the smell of stale sweat before covering her body with it, trying to hide her scent from Taln. She scented the air quickly, making sure he was not near her before moving onwards.
"Catch me if you can..." She whispered to herself as she suddenly changed directions within the crowd, using them as a cover, which was quite easy seeing as she was only five foot four inches. She slipped out of the crowd, next to a hidden doorway, panting as she thought of her objective.
'Reach the cafe before he catches you.'
She looked over a small map, looking entirely too touristy, and found she was only a couple of blocks away. She was much closer than she had ever gotten before. Maybe tonight.... just maybe, she might actually win this game.