A/N: I decided that it would be really cool if I had written another fan fiction about werewolves. So if you have any constructive criticism or comments that you would like to share with me, whether it be the good, bad, or the ugly, please let me know by sending me a review. I would really appreciate it. Thank you.
*takes a deep breath*
Well, here goes nothing.
Can't believe this took me about an hour just to write everything down, but I wanted to make everything perfect. Well, try, to be exact....
Okay, okay. Enough of my talking.
A bead of chilly, cold sweat trickled down her right eyebrow and into her hazel-green eyes as Ariana sprinted through the large area of woods. Her nostrils immediately began flaring as she tried taking in the salty night air bit by bit and although she tried not to turn around too often where an avid, wolf-like human hurried itself after her, eager for its own food, she did dart a few glances behind her shoulder to make sure it wasn't too close.
A small wave of relief washed over Ariana as soon as she saw a clearing, but before she could move towards it any much further, something seemed to push her down. As her heart leaped into her throat, she knew that, at that very moment, the creature - whatever it was - had already gotten to her and it was already too late to make any other moves.
Waiting for several sharp fingernails to dig into her warm flesh, darkness claimed the body of the seventeen year old teenager.
Blood soon quickly followed, the bright-red liquid dripping itself down the rest of her pale skin. Some, though, managed to drench her once, dark-brown curls.
The last thing she heard were the footsteps of her enemy, disappearing into the night where it came from and then silence.
"Thank you for your time, Mrs. Henderson. We really appreciate it." Sam said, climbing down the front porch steps with his older brother, Dean, by his side. "So," he said as soon he got back into the black '67 Chevy Impala their father had passed onto them several years ago. "You think we're dealing with werewolves here?" He gulped, trying hard not to let his voice crack at the mention of them.
It wasn't that he was afraid of them. There were other creatures he dealt with that were way more creepier. It was the memories he had about them.
He remembered the time when he had forced himself to pull the trigger on Maddison, the only female he had been serious with ever since the death of Jessica Moore. He also remembered the clear, awful sight in front of him before heading back to get his brother.
"Possibly. I mean, a girl found lying in the woods covered in blood, bite marks, and torn flesh after hearing weird scratches on her window every night for the past two weeks..." Dean agreed, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "That's got to be an unknown animal attack."
"So what are we going to do first?"
"Why don't we go head to the burger joint and then see if we can find this guy?"
"Dean, why don't we go to some decent restaurant for once? I mean, come on, we always go get burgers."
"I have my own interests, you have yours. And hey. You asked."
Sam rolled his eyes as soon as the noises of the rumbling engine met his ears. Sometimes, his brother comes up with one of the best comebacks.
Placing an order at the front counter, Dean made his seat back down by a window and waited impatiently.
"Man, I'm hungry." He groaned in agony.
Before Sam could say anything else, he noticed a somehow familiar guy in a black hoodie walking towards the door.
"What is it?" Dean questioned.
"Do you think that's Josh Ward?"
Josh was said to be one of "Ariana's worst enemy" back in high school, who both the brothers mostly assumed was the attacker, if not, then someone else who's pretty much close to town.
"That guy that Mrs. Henderson told us about. They look perfectly the same. They both have electric-blue eyes, messy blonde hair, and long legs."
Dean whipped his head around and looked carefully as the glass swung open, then sighed.. "Looks like we found mystery guy, then."
Grabbing the bag that seemed to belong to him at the front, he waited for Josh to head back to the parking lot. Then, he glanced over at his younger brother and pointed towards the door.
"Come on, let's get going."
Scrambling to his feet, Sam dusted the dirt off his jeans and followed him out to the car.