Chapter 1: the fresh blood
The moonlit night was shattered by the howl of a shewolf and the sent of fresh crimson. Alura stood, her icy eyes locked onto the man in front of her. Both of them bathed in moonlight. The man, on the ground, holding the newly formed hole in his leg, his eyes meeting hers with the look of pure terror. As he trembled before the ice queen she took a step forward, head lowered, her gaze meeting her gin and his eyes.
She was a short, yet sturdy woman, lean, a bit of a boyish figure, her face was usually more model like than the rest of her. She was a beautiful woman with the look of death in her eyes. Not a smile or emotion to be found on her heart shaped headed, cold, like the winter air that blew over them both. She was dressed like a normal person off the street, if she slipped into a crowd she could easily be lost.
The closer she stepped to him the more he realized that he wasn’t going to get out of this situation alive. Her raven hair, cut into a bob only swayed in the chilled air, suddenly, her eyes seemed to show a glimmer of emotion, anger, than back to coldness. She looked eyes with him again, this time she softened her expression as her deep, sultry voice spoke, softly, like a jazz singer with rasp, ‘’I’m sorry, you aren’t going to leave this rooftop tonight Sir, you won’t get to get into that new BMW, drive home after a few drinks to your house. You won’t be able to see your daughter through her bedroom door sleeping soundly tonight in her bed’’ She paused and than meeting his eyes again anger shown, ‘’What was her name? Rain? Beca?’’. The man scoffed at her, ‘’Rebeca!’’ He squeaked out’’.
At that she pounced on him, joining him on the ground, grabbing him from behind, swiftly jamming the gun into his temple, hard. She let out a growl, ‘’That’s right! Lil’ Becky! Poor little Becky! Whose daddy likes to touch her after driving home drunk from a strip club! After being denied by all the beautiful girls there to come home with you!’’ She pressed the gun hard into his head that he yelped, before he could say another word she covered his mouth, ‘’No! You don’t get to speak! You lost that right when you shoved that tiny micro down a 9 year old girl’s throat! Because a stripper can scream and fight back if you raped her! So you take it out on your daughter because she can’t fight back and, if she’s a good girl and doesn’t tell mommy, you will buy her silence with a new phone! But guess what Ted?! Mommy found out! And, when mommy found out, she went to your bank and drained it, giving some to me and taking the other percentage and little Becky to an undisclosed location!’’ Ted tried thrashing but couldn’t break her hold, “Mommy asked me to take out the trash, make it look like an accident, upset stripped, you got handys and her pimp shot you, in guilt you decided to throw yourself off the rooftop!’’ She than turned her body, legs dangling off the edge, at that she laid his head in her lap and than pushed him, head first off the rooftop to the city street below.
She hummed to herself as she watched him hit the ground below. Her job done she looked at the city below her, lit up like an overly decorated Christmas tree, covered in smog. She sighed getting up and still looking at the city, she pulled out on old flip phone and pressed her ear to it, “As you can hear, it’s been done, are you at the safe house” a woman’s voice came over the other end, “Yes! Thank you! The flight is booked we fly out to my parents tomorrow you can keep his car! It smells like sadness and weed anyways, not my kind of car! I will be going now, please keep saving people like us, this city needs you wolf” than the phone hung up.
Alura closed the phone, took out the SIM card and stomped on it, picking up the pieces, she put them in her pocket and made her way down the fire escape.
When she reached the street below she pulled out the bmw keys and chirped the fob, the car beeped.
Before her, a black bmw 7 series, she smiled, hopped inside, gagging at the smell of weed that penetrated the interior, and sped off into the night.
The roar of the engine filled her with a sense of freedom as she raced through the darkened streets, the city lights blurring past her.
