It was Kendra.
"What are you doing here Kendra? You know you're not supposed to be here." I said, trying to keep my voice steady and pretended to remain calm.
She laughed like a hyena, her red eyes gleamed with hunger and madness. The fur on her body puffed out making her appear even bigger than what she already was, almost doubling in size.
Slowly, she moved towards me like a predator approaching its prey.
With my heart pounding loudly in my ear, I started to carefully back away, in the hope of keeping a safe distance from her.
Each time I took a step back, she matched my movements by taking a step forward. It was like a cat toying with a little mouse, part of the fun was in the chase. She already knew I was going to be dead meat, but just wanted to prolong my torture for the sake of her entertainment.
With the door directly behind her, I would have to run past her to escape to the exit.
I couldn't even outrun her when she was on two legs, what chances did I have now that she's on four?
But then again what other choices did I have? Everyone was either locked inside their rooms or they were out in the Forrest participating in tonight's task, there was no one around to save me.
It's now or never! I took a deep breath.
I grabbed my hardcover bound journal and hurled it at her with all my might, specifically aiming for the eyes and I began to run towards the door at top speed.
She ducked just in time, narrowly missing the journal by a fraction of a millimetre. It flew over her head and landed on the floor behind her. No one has ever tried to challenge her before, my actions were like adding fuel to fire.
Angrily, she whacked the side of my body sending me flying across the room. I fell in a heap on the floor and starting coughing violently, struggling to get up.
She cackled with laughter again, seemingly pleased with her handy work. Then she stepped towards me and sank her sharp fangs into my right foot, making me cry out loud. She stopped just at the ankle bone, careful as not to completely bite my foot off but still made sure I suffered. Then she began dragging me along the floor like a broken rag doll.
"Let go of me!" I screamed, kicking her hard using my other foot. It landed squarely in her face and she yelped in pain and as soon as her mouth reopened, I pulled out my leg and scrambled to my feet. The minute I placed any pressure on my right foot, the pain became so intense it was making me seeing stars.
Ignoring the pain, I began to hop towards the door with one leg.
Before I had even reached it, Kendra pounced on me with incredible speed and accuracy. I immediately fell on the floor again, there was a loud cracking sound and I felt one of my ribs breaking.
Gasping in pain, I thought I was going to pass out.
Kendra pinned me down using her body weight. Saliva drooled out of her mouth in excitement and she looked even more demented than before. This time, she was out for blood.
She raised her long fingernail and began slowly tracing a long line along the side of my cheek.
Warm, fresh blood trickled down my face, it flowed into my eyes, blinding me in the process.
With my hands still pinned down, I couldn't even wipe them away. I blinked a few times but the blood just kept on coming. She must've cut deep.
She smiled in satisfaction as if admiring her artwork.
Despite being unable to see, I brought up my right knee and delivered a mighty blow to the softest part of her stomach. It caught her off completely guard and she fell to the floor next to me. I quickly got up and elbowed her in the face, making a perfect collision with her right eye socket.
She howled with pain and began to claw at me blindly.
An eye for an eye.
Or rather, an eye for an ankle.
I staggered towards the door like a drunk and bolted the door behind me locking her inside. I knew I only had a few seconds to get out of here because Kendra would soon recover and she'll come after me. She'll want to finish off what she started.
The building was uncannily quiet, you'd think there would be at least one member of staff left to petrol around. I limped along the corridors, trying to decide if it would be best to get help or find a safe place to hide.
The problem with werewolves was that they had an astonishing sense of smell. They could smell fear a hundred miles away, even if I was to get on a train and run away to London, they'd probably still be able to track me down.
I turned around a corner and suddenly stopped.
Two werewolves were guarding the stairway. One with a black fur coat and the other one brown. They looked like they were waiting for something.
I seemed to have underestimated Kendra.
As a backup plan, she must've already had all the exits blocked to make sure I had no chance of ever escaping.
I began to turn back in the direction I came from. One of the werewolves heard the noise, he barked loudly at the other one, they began to chase me.
There was no way on earth I could ever outrun them especially in my current state, I grabbed whatever I could lay my hands on, picture frames, vases, trophies and threw it at them to delay their steps.
Soon, I was at a dead-end.
They had me cornered against a wall. As they stared at me with hungry eyes, their mouths started to salivate. Then one of them pounced.
I closed my eyes and screamed.