When the Shadows Bite

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How can Chanel ever win against the canines of a werewolf?!.. Chanel has been dragged into an unforseen fairytale. After being abducted by a monster who has slowly captured her heart, Chanel could barely coop with her new found life. She assumed things could not get much worse, however she did not know the hidden dangers and secrets just around the corner from her.... What Goes Bump in the Night Series.

Fantasy / Erotica
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Chapter 1

Imagine yourself being put in to the center of an intense situation.

It's the moment where the palm of your hands began to sweat tremendously. You cannot stop your heart from skipping a beat. Your skin began to feel as though a thousand little fire ants are crawling up the outskirt of your skin.

Can you feel it?

Feel the air thin, restricting the oxygen from flowing through your nasal passages properly. It's the moment that forces your gut to cave until it reaches your spine, a situation that leaves you breathless and bewildered.

This was that moment.

I took my time as I took a seat at the four seated table. Left in the middle? Silas Eldridge. At his left, there was me. To his right? Abigail.

Saying that things were awkward would be an understatement. This was getting completely dicey.

I looked at Silas, my vision strictly set on his vast gaze on Abigail. By such an intrigued look, it was safe to say her appearance was unforeseen by him.

She should be dead.

Instead, her body was well preserved just as Silas. Her beauty. Her figure. Everything on her seemed untouched by time. She was just as he described. Only he missed a detail. Her flawlessness. No wonder he fancied her.


Her voice was angelic as she exhaled his name in a quick breath. Silas, caught off guard by the sudden voice, looked at her. His lips narrowed, uninterested in saying a word.

"I thought I would never see you again." Her pink lips stretched into a gleaming smile. Again, just as I, Silas remand speechless.

Sensing the awkward silence, she looked away, her focus snatched away by her fiddling fingers. Her presence was unnecessary. She was a stranger.

I hoped.

"What are you doing here?" Silas finally cracked open his lips to release the first words in almost an hour.

"I thought it would be nice to finally see you. It has been...some time."

"Over one hundred and fifty years to be exact."

"I know." She lowered her head, shielding her sadden eyes with her hair. "Its been too long."

"How did you find me?"

"It was not easy I assure you. You are a traveler -"

"How did you find me?" Silas never even raised his voice but it was easy to sense the anger behind his question.

"Other travelers pointed me in this direction. They did not have your pin point for certain but when all hands pointed this way, I had a feeling you would be here."

"HM." He looked away.

"I did not mean to intrude." Her eyes shifted from his to my own. I tensed up, ignoring the balled fist I had tucked away on my lap. "I see you have company. I did not know you preferred the taste of flesh over-"

It was like a sudden switch in him. With a burst of speed, he was up, ripping Abigail from her chair. His hand wrapped around her neck, he pinned her up against the wall. She looked at him, her vast eyes screamed terror as she watched the monster in Silas slowly emerge.

His grasp tightened. Her throat began to thin under his grip. She clawed at his wrist, scrapping the skin of his arm as she struggled to escape. Blood oozed from his open wounds before they began to heal just as quickly as they were made.

She continued to gasp, her mouth opening then closing as she pushed for oxygen.

"Do NOT compare me to those heathens you have come across. Do you understand me?" She looked into the eyes of madness. "Do you fucking understand me?"

Unable to release a word, she nodded in understanding to his statement.

"I-I did not mean to insult you Silas." She rubbed at her discolored neck as her eyes burned into Silas. She wanted to react to his aggression toward her however she seemed to hold back on such action. "I apologize to you."

"And to my 'meal'."

At that moment, her eyes flashed a gleam of surprise then defeat before she looked at me. I assume she did not take kindly to her being ordered to apologize to me. The meal. I thought it was quite amusing. Not as amusing as her being choked.

"I'm sorry."

She stared, I guess expecting her statement to be forgiven by him. Sadly, she will not hear those words from me.


Silas stepped back.

"Where are you going?"

Why does it matter? This nonsense it welcomed to leave now. Who cares where she ends up at.

"I'm in the middle of a travel to meet up with others." She continued to rub her soared neck.

Silas seemed to focus on her now.


"Yes. There is a town far north by the Canadian border that reside many others. It's a place where you do not have to worry about having to leave after ten or twenty years. I consider it a sanctuary, a place where time seems to cease for us."

Silas's face seemed to brighten with curiosity at the thought of this place. It sounded like a monster's paradise. Safe haven. A place where two werewolves would run off to together.

It made me sick.

The two of them.

"How long has this place existed?"

"Some years ago. When werewolf numbers began to expand." She assured. "I have spent many years traveling. This is a place I would like to call home. Wouldn't you?"

"I doubt. "I intervened. "The home he made for himself here seems perfect. Don't you think?"

My words finally put me in the conversation which I seemed to be left out of. I did not like it. I did not like that they continued to talk as I was nothing but a piece of furniture in the room.

"May I ask who this is?" Abigail seemed to question, her finger pointing in my direction but her eyes on Silas.

"Who am I? I'm the damn-"

"Chanel!" Silas based to quiet me.

"But she asked-"

"That's enough." he quickly cut me off before he turned his attention back to her. "When will you be going?"

"In three days' time. However, I was hoping to stay here for the short time until I'm on my way."

Oh hell no.

There was no way in hell she would be staying in this house. She was not welcomed here and I could not wait to hear Silas let her know such.

"Three days?" He questioned her.

"Only three Silas, I assure you."

Her smile had grown. My smile had faded. Was he really considering this? That this woman, who had ripped away his heart and trust, was given permission to stay here? Was he mad or just foolish? She has burned her bridge, how is she still able to cross his river?

Rage was surely fuming from me. By the look on Silas's face, he knew it. However, he did not opt to fix it by dismissing her. Instead, he pointed her into the direction of the nearest renovated guest room. Just four doors down from the room we shared.

"Thank you Silas. You are too kind." She proceeded to leave however Silas stopped her.

"Do not take my kindness as pure forgiveness." His voice was dark. "I have questions that I want answers to."

"As you should Silas."

He released his grip, allowing her to exit the kitchen to explore for her room.

He looked at me. I shot him a venomous glare in return. He knew his choices were wrong. He also knew how badly I wanted to hit him.

"I need information."

"Fuck your information. Why did she have to stay here for it?"

"If she leaves, it's no telling if she would return."

"Good." I exhaled. "Let her ass leave for another hundred years."

"Chanel, you don't understand." Using his fore finger, he began to rub the far corners of his temple. "This is more than just about me and Abigail's past relationship."

I hated that they were even in one.

"Do not feel threatened by her."

"I'm not."

"You are. She is my past. Can we leave it there?"

"I don't know, can you?"

It was evident that anger was settling in the room. With my disapproval on the harlot staying here and his disapproval of my 'childish' behavior, it was no telling what our mixture of anger would create.

"Chanel, just...go to your room."

"No." I crossed my arms.



"Go." He stepped forward. "Or I will take you there myself."

I could feel my limbs growing weak. As my nostrils flared, I looked into the eyes of this man, struggling not to shed a tear. Why was I so upset? I have no idea. I turned away, heading for the room where I would spend my night alone....

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