I turned my back against the door to find a man with blonde locks sitting near the basin I had used, checking his nails. When he looked up, I gasped. He had red eyes.
My cell was on the table in the bag, where Derek and I were eating. Not that it would be of any use but what was I supposed to do? Turning back, I banged the door, but the man behind me just laughed at my helpless state.
With the high music, I do not think anyone would have heard the banging of the door. Crap, I thought.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked him feeling my pulse rise. He just smiled at me, as though he meant no harm.
"You know what I want," he said to which I gulped.
"Derek!" I screamed trying my luck. He was a werewolf, maybe he could find me here.
"It's no use calling for help," he said getting down from the platform, "Because no one is coming."
Derek, where are you, hurry up.
"I can smell your fear," he said his red eyes looking at my every move, he licked his upper teeth.
