Note from Shadow: I'd like to thank Jacaranda for all of her wonderful ideas! Anyone else with ideas e-mail them to me and I'll try to work them in. I think I know how this is going to end now!! mwahahahaha.

17

            She crept out of the apartment in the dead of night. The fact was that she knew something no one else except maybe Kevin knew. David wasn't just a werewolf. He was something else entirely. She'd seen it for a split second when Kevin dragged her away. It was darker than night and even more alluring. She had to find out what it was, and she had the strange idea that he would help her. More than that, she felt that he was the only one who could help her. She was too deep in this to get out by herself.

            "David," she whispered, catching his scent in the night air. He appeared in front of her looking different than he had in the daylight.

            "So you did come. Tyler was right. That's definitely a first," he said almost as if he were talking to himself.

            "Yeah, well, are you going to get me out of here or what?" she asked glancing behind her nervously. 

            "You don't understand how dangerous this is, do you? Autumn, I'm a rogue. That's why he wouldn't let you come near me."

            "I don't know what the hell you're trying to say-"

            "What I'm trying to say is that I'm not like you! I don't try to control my instincts. If I feel like hunting I hunt even if my only prey is human."

            "You mean you eat people?" she asked backing away.

            "Why not? You eat cows."

            "Yeah, but that's different."

            "How? You're more evolved than them? I can argue that we're more evolved than humans."

            "That's-"

            "Disgusting? Not really, but if you think so you can stay here with my brother."

            "Shit," she cursed angrily. She was trapped between two really terrible choices. On one hand there was an overbearing, arrogant, domineering werewolf who wanted her as his mate and on the other there was an overbearing, arrogant, and vicious guy who found annoying her amusing.

            "What's it going to be?" he asked.

            "You," she answered after a pause. He looked completely surprised as if he truly hadn't expected her answer. Truthfully, she hadn't known exactly what she was going to say when she opened her mouth either.

            "Okay...okay," he said smiling for the first time that night. He looked feral in the light of the moon, but she made herself think of something else. He grabbed her hand and motioned for her to be silent. He began walking through the alley bordering Kevin's apartment and she quickly followed still grasping his hand in a death grip. She watched as another werewolf came down the street obviously looking for Kevin. He was cut and bloody. There was a knife lodged in his throat that would have killed any human.

            The man was half changed either not having enough strength to completely transform or just too hurt to care. She gasped at the sight of him, and David immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. The werewolf was too out of it to notice, however. He staggered to Kevin's door, and the energy seemed to suddenly drain from him as he fell unconscious on the doorstep. David dragged a reluctant Autumn away from the sight. She desperately wanted to help the man, but she knew that to do so would mean the continuation of her captivity.

            Knowing this, she allowed David to lead her away. They walked through the night until she had to lean on him for support. Everything became a blur after that. Suddenly, she felt herself stop and opened her eyes. They were in front of a bus stop, and she figured she'd definitely missed something since David was holding two tickets.

            "Where are we going?" she murmured still trying to wake up.

            "Alabama," he whispered in a carefree tone. She groaned. Why was he taking her into the depths of hell to escape the pack? Despite her mental objections, she got on the bus as soon as it arrived.

            "Hiho, Hiho, it's off to Hell we go," she muttered staring at the obviously drunk homeless man across from them who was giving her strange looks.

            "What the hell are you looking at?" she asked loudly. He grabbed his head in pain and pulled his raggedy jacket tightly around his body.

            "Calm down," David said in an annoyingly condescending voice.

            "Screw you," she muttered, but she shut up anyway. She didn't want to think about the past, but she couldn't help herself as she sat on the quiet bus.

I must be developing a masochistic streak, she thought before falling into the black hole of memory. Since she'd come here so many people had died. If she hadn't already been emotionally screwed she would be by now. The fact that her mother and father were both dead still hadn't sunk in all the way. She nearly laughed at some of the things she used to think of as hard. She used to think that the way her father looked at her was awful, but now she'd give almost anything to see his eyes just once more. She used to think she knew what hate was, but now she wasn't sure she'd ever hated her parents. Disliked them, yes, but maybe not hate. It was nothing like the blinding white-hot rage she had for Kevin. She frowned at the thought and forced herself to think of something else.

            "Why exactly did you choose Alabama?" she asked looking at David.

            "It's a good place for our kind. Not too many people in most places… Besides, who's going to believe someone who lives in a trailer park if they happen to see us?"

            She thought about it for a minute and realized that it made perfect sense. Who would look for them in Hell, anyway? She felt much safer now.

            She fell asleep listening to David's rhythmic breathing and the quiet mumbling of the drunken guy. That night there were no nightmares.