I woke with a jolt. It was pitch black in my room. I was frozen. Something made a noise by the opposite wall. I closed my eyes tight.
'Something's in my room' I thought. Whatever it was moved closer to my bed. It tried to move quietly but the stuff on the floor made that impossible.
I felt it beside my bed. It climbed in behind me. I kept my eyes closed but couldn't stop myself from shaking. The bent bent with the weight and a form appeared as I opened my eyes wide.
To scream was my first reaction. But then I remembered that there was nobody around to hear it. Whatever was beside me had me cornered. I stared at the wall.
A hand suddenly shot from behind me and covered my mouth. The trance I was in broke and I pulled at the hand, trying to remove it.
I thrashed around on the bed. The hand clamped down harder. I screamed at the top of my lungs even knowing nothing would happen.
Finally I grew too tired to put up a fight. I went limp, hoping against hope that whatever it was was only interested if I fought back.
I knew that what held me wasn't human. The hand that was still over my mouth was different. It was... furry? My cheek tickled as it slowly released its grip.
The weight vanished as the creature stood from the bed. It most likely satisfied that I wouldn't try to get away, and me satisfied that it wouldn't shoot back at me, I slowly turned over to face my room.
The clock said 1:35. My eyes swept over the room. Seeing the outline of the dresser, tv, bookcase, and finally, the creature. Turned way from me, staring out the window. It was completely still. A mist of light fell out of the window, giving me just enough light to see the outline of the creature.
Only one word could describe what I was seeing: werewolf. I could see the general features of it. Long claws that glinted in the moonlight, little ears that pricked up and constantly moved, a snout that no doubt contained a mouthful of sharp teeth that could rip me to shreds.
Instead of feeling the fear that I first registered, the only feeling I had was one of awe. I knew about werewolves, and I viewed tham as very majestic creatures, just like the real wolves that they resemble.
The werewolf sensed me looking at it and turned around. We locked eyes. They seemed so familiar. My eyes swept over the rest of its body. It was definately male. Every feature ringing with masculinity. Broad shoulder and thick chest. He wore only shorts, and a tail swished irritably behind him.
I clenched my fists, gathering the courage for what I was about to do. Balling the blanket up to keep myself covered, I sat up and stared hard.
"What are you doing here? What do you want?" I said, my voice a little more wobbly than I thought it would be. He stared back at me, his ears twitching.
"What do you want?" I asked again. It came out a whine. He growled. His teeth sparkled slightly in the moonlight. I shrunk against the wall. I was unable to break eye contact. His blue eyes unblinking, but narrowed slightly, as if in confusion.
I bunched up the blanket more. His eyes narrowed more, and he lunged.
I couldn't help screaming as he pounced closer. The bed shook. In one move he yanked the blanket from my grasp, jerking my arm painfully. I cried out again but this time in pain.
He dropped the blanket and reached for my arm, gripping it before I had time to pull it back. He held it gently in between us. I curled up awkwardly.
His eyes raked over my body. I sensed him take in what in his eyes would be a wimpering little girl, with a hurt arm and only in a nightgown, shaking with a mixture of fear and cold.
He tightened his grip on my arm briefly then let it go. I pulled it to my chest protectively. He straightened and walked back over to the window. I gathered myself on the corner.
A noise from the window made em turn my head and I realized he was leaning out of it and bringing stuff in. I was about to ask what he wanted again but was cut off as he swiftly stalked over to me. In his hands was a coil of rope and a knife.
