"MATT! BRO YOU'RE HERE." A Guy with hair so blond approached them. His hair brought memories of golden wheat fields, of those many hued stems that danced in the autumn light, whispering gentle songs into the wind. Some folks wore a smile, this guy seemed to be the smile. Everything about him was soft and understated joy as he greets Matt.
"What's sup bro." Matt greeted him with one of those guy hugs, most guys seemed to do whenever they saw each other. The harsh scent of alcohol could be smelt from him. It was obvious he had been drinking, it defiantly wasn't something to be surprised by it.
"Hey Haile, didn't know you would be coming?" He asked.
"Rightttt, as if I would let Matt come on his own." She replied slightly bitter.
"She's got you on a leash man." The glint in his grey eyes lit up with humour as he realised a rubbling of laughter. His sole focus never left Matt, it remained there but no matter the attention that seem to be on him, he cast his gaze onto the ground and his eyes seem to darken slightly. Matt glanced back up at his friend, swallowing the little uncomfortableness that seemed to occupy the air around them.
'Did I miss something?' Alison thought, glancing at Haile, who remained unamused and slightly hurt at Mr Bondie's comment. She defiantly missed something, but what?
"Damn straight." She finally said folding her arms by her chest casting a serious tone in to her exterior expressions, straightening her form although she didn't particularly seem scary or intimidating, not to anyone-no matter how hard she tried. Her height never did anything to help in her determination to intimidation. The guy looked too amused to even care about her seriousness, shifting his gaze to Alison who stood beside her friend, confused smiling through the awkwardness.
"Alison this is Tyler, Tyler Alison." Haile starred straight at Tyler never leaving his gaze.
"Nice to meet you." He replied with a devilish smile on his lips, his grey eyes held the bluish hue of sunlight upon slate. They shone with wickedness and mischief.
"Don't you even think about it, asshat." Haile replied before she could.
"Haile lovely as ever, I see."
"Right you two continue whatever this is, I'm gonna get a drink." Matt said before joining the crowd ahead of them.
"I'll join you." Tyler said, leaving the both of them standing there. Alone and slightly abandoned.
The crowd before them moved in that intoxicating primal way, for the needed for others, to move and experience joy as one, separate and joined, that's what a party was all about. To dance and drink and experience. It seemed liberating in that odd way, something she craved herself, the need to escape for just a few minutes.
"God, I hate that guy." Haile sighed in pure frustration.
"Why?" It felt slightly foreign to hear Haile speak in that way, it was rare that she didn't get along with anyone, she was very extroverted and loved being around people, her on the other hand was the complete opposite. People felt like infection disease to her, and she preferred to be as far away from their intoxicating presence, but today seemed like the acceptation.
"Why? What do you mean why? For so many reasons.."
"Reasons being?" Alison questioned, pestering her further, for once she wasn't known as the problematic one, for once she saw her friend flawed.
"Um... it doesn't matter, let's join the party." She quickly changed the subject, ushering the both of them to the crowd, pulling at her arm as she ran towards the intoxication, the disease she feared most. That never stopped dancing and drinking.
Haile pushed her further into the sea of bodies, to move and experience joy, to forget her troubles away. In that moment of dance she felt it, the music that became a part of her energy, raising her up several levels all at once. An intoxicating primal need, a need to be around others that pushed what ever was worrying them away with hers.
"I'm gonna get us a drink." Haile shouted through the loudness of the music, leaving her alone in that sea of bodies. If she had letted her in this crowd before she'd been drunk she would have had a panic attack but in this moment she was far gone, she never stopped dancing. She kept moving her body with the beat. Feeling more alive than ever before, moments of bliss that lifted her up and showed her that she was more than a match for gravity.
Alison felt her arm being nudged, a cup appearing in front of her face. Red, that's all she could visibly see. Haile handed her cup to take, and she did. She grabbed the plastic cup and swallowed it with a single gulp, it burned a sensational burn within her throat, tasting its bitterness. Its presence turned down the volume on her thoughts, it brought memories of good times past, and she let herself dwell in them rather than think. And in that moment she was here and not, existing in two perfect moments.
That's all it took, the slight bit of stillness within her mind, to convince herself to keep on having another one, never stopping until her eyes swivelling towards the back of her head in a distressed sense of a headache.
Each drink offered seems like a better and better idea. The jokes get funnier, She became a comedian of epic proportions and she could flirt with the boys that danced around her. She felt pretty, witty and cool.
She pulled her dress a little lower and pushed her chest out a little further. Rumpling her hand through her hair frequently to draw a little attention to it. Drawing the guy that danced next to her closer, but no matter how closer he got Haile never letted them get any closer as she dance next to her.
The harsh scent of drink can be smelt of her person. She knew it, and so did everyone else. They could see her struggling to keep her balance, and she knew she was struggling to keep it. It's like some sort of outer body experience.
Her leg's don't work as she told them. Neither did her hands. Or her fingers. Somewhere, deep inside her she knew her brain was sending signals telling her what to do. Whether or not her body was listening was a different story. She can feel it moving. It can feel it doing what it wants, 'Can I stop it?' but she knew the answer to that question. It's doing as it pleases.
Leaving the sea of dancing bodies, that seemed to never stop grinding and dancing upon each other. Drunk just like her. She tried to walking it off, but her legs were telling her otherwise. They swayed- left and right. No matter how many steps she took, she couldn't be any closer to where she wanted to be, but she moved further in to the vastness of the forest, holding onto each tree for balance, passing each one hugging its trunk as she moved further into the forest.
The path at her feet fade as it led into the darkness, leading her into the darkness of the woods, yet she followed it, it pulled her further into its dark arms. She couldn't figure out why her feet couldn't stop walking, to stop moving altogether. It was as if she was possessed and no longer in control of her body, like someone was controlling her limbs. Making her move further into the vastness.
A twig snapped, she heard it break like someone had snapped its fragile body with its weight. The sound had her hairs in the back of neck rise, a cold chill shivered down her neck, she searched frantically, but she couldn't see, her vision compromised with the darkness that embraced her. 'It probably was someone from her school.' she tried convincing herself but something in the vastness of her gut told her otherwise, something felt off.
"Hello?" She called out, but nothing returned her weak call. Maybe it was some animal that lurked in these woods? Like a rabbit, they were always about, she fed on them all the time in her wolf form to down the hunger.
She didn't hear the feet shuffling behind her. Alison was too busy looking for something to appear, missing the main fact point that they might have been right behind her. Not only didn't she have any light to see within the dark, but she had managed to walk face to face into a tree, 'I'm so drunk.' She thought, but no matter where she stood, she felt calm. Fear didn't creep in yet, not until it happened.
When soon that sense of calm ended, strong arms pushed her against the very same tree that she had ran into. It stung, and sent swells of pain through her body. A chin rested on her shoulder, whoever it was breathing into her ear.
Alison opened her mouth to ask who it was, when lips clamped down her ears, they were light at first, and then the person bit down harder. Alison squirmed against the tree. The teeth turned to a tongue. It slid over the rim of Alison's ear and caused her to cry out a bit. Two hands slid down her side and landed on her waist, just above the hem of her dress. She didn't know what to do.
She hoped that this was some cruel joke, a dream. But it felt all too real when their lips moved down to her neck and nipped at the tender skin. Alison knew this was bad. Her skin bruised so easily, she knew it would leave a mark. It seemed like her captor did too. They began to suck at the skin furiously, until Alison let out a noise of panic.
"Let me go." Her weak attempt to usher whoever was holding her body captive, but it never work.
She Screamed, but not matter how much she screamed, her body never did anything. It lost its control way before she'd entered the woods. Their coarse whisky tongue licked at her skin again, stubby fingers curled in her hair. Every time Alison closed her eyes it was as if he knew, they demanded they'd stayed open, as they bashed her head against the tree that her face was pressed upon, scratching the surface of her skin. She didn't want to, she closed them over and over again. Never did she stop screaming for help, her cries echoing through the dark Forest. But nobody came. Nobody cared.
Until she stoped forgetting how to scream, accepting what was happening to her because they either went unanswered or were punished with cruelty. She really didn't know how.
"Please let me go." She cried out once more, tears bursting down her face uncontrollably. But no matter how much she cried, they continued their assault on her body. She felt cursed, a cursed she couldn't undo no matter what she did. Bad luck seemed to surround her. 'Where was he?' Grayson should be here, protecting her and yet she was alone, hands tied as someone took the very thing she had been waited to experience with him.
She screamed again, but this time she screamed his name, "Grayson!" She cried out, in hopes he would come but it didn't surprise her in the slightest when he never showed. But somehow her call was answered not by her mate but someone else.
Their hands had stopped at their assaulting acts and their sinful deeds came to an end, as a thud was heard. Turning her head slightly to her side, she saw the man's body laid with a whole engraved in his back, as if his heart had been pulled out. He was big and way out of her element of ever being able to have overthrown him. That calmness she first talked about, hadn't dared to come back because fear was very real within her heart.
Alison turns, but too slowly to be normal, a man stood just a few feet away. There is a sadness in her eyes, the brown too glossy.
"That's no way to treat a lady." He spoke, feeling familiar, too familiar. But he never gave her enough time to suck in his appearance as he flashed right in front of her, in a split second.
His eyes. She'd seen them before, never would she ever forget those eyes. Those green eyes were green light, her summertime forest. 'It couldn't be?' Disbelief twisted and turned within her mind, 'is it truly him? It can't be?' He reached her chin and held it, on the tip of his fingers. Disappointed, there was no sparks, the sparks that she'd felt when he touched her, they were no longer there. Her hopeless withered away, it became too apparent that It wasn't him.
"Don't be sad, love." Words rolled off his tongue in a timbre of warmth, the melodic sounds distinctly foreign. Each word wrapped in a heavy voice. They seemed to have echoed from the roof of his mouth, spreading their warmth everywhere. When he spoke his words were so clear, clear then water. This heavy accent of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else, that made him seem as different as he was.
"You must be Alison." His accent was such a playful tune, as if he were the star of his own movie. Never did he let go of her chin, he just held it up as he starred within her tearstained eyes. Tears still streamed down, emotions swirled within her eyes.
There was no hope for a her who cried to her death in this moment, drowning herself in her own tears of hell. Before she even had a chance say anything... his eyes suddenly grabbed her more than ever, pulling her attention further in, like a hypnotise did to its opponent.
"Sorry to do this to you, my dear. You will understand later on. You will forget about everything that has happened in the past week. You will forget about what happened here, you went to the party and you had the time of your life. You drank lots and you danced all night. You went home and had a massive hangover the next day." But what he said next, had her mind and heart break in two, as heaviness weighed them with dread.
"You will forget about ever meeting Grayson. You never laid your eyes upon him." His voice slightly stared at his own words.
Shocked. The moment he had finished, her brain stuttered for a moment and her eyes took in more than she expected, every part of her goes on cause while her thoughts catch up. Every memory of him, broke down. Dissolving in her mind, leaving the space they had occupied over past the couple of days. Withering away from her, the image of him had left her completely. Her mind couldn't handle it, the process of him dissolving was painful like ripping the skin of your body.
All she could do was writhe, the image of the stranger blurred in front of her, starring at her in the eyes as he held her upright. That's what she saw before everything went dark, her knees crumbled under her body, breaking her slowly. A hectic wave washed over and pushed her further into her subconscious state.