Heather jolted
awake at the excruciating pain in her neck. Her eyes flashed open to find Jason
lying top of her and holding her to the ground. She felt a hot stickiness
streaming onto her back and knew that he was not just biting her, but drawing
blood. . Struggling, twisting, turning she found that she was unable to
dislodge him. Though not extremely muscular, Heather was not weak either. Jason,
however seemed to be inhumanly strong. He trapped her arms easily and held her
to the ground. A scream of terror burst from her lips shattering the silence of
the woods.
He released one of
her arms and clamped his hand over her mouth. What the hell was happening? She
wouldn’t have been surprised to find herself being raped, she was certain she’d
been drugged but why was he biting her? With her free hand she desperately
thrashed over the snow covered ground searching for a rock, a stick, anything
to use as a weapon. Whatever she found to defend herself, it would have to be
soon because she felt herself getting weaker.
Her searching hand
closed around a piece of wood. Grasping it tight, she plunged the wooden
splinter in his side. Again and again the wood dug into him with no apparent
effect until the last time she plunged it in just below his armpit. His hold on
her other arm relaxed and a growl that sounded more animal than human was
muffled against her neck. Yanking her arm free, she reached up and grabbed a
handful of his shoulder length hair. Lacing her fingers in it, she jerked his
mouth away from her.
For the first time
she saw his eyes. Bloodshot, wild looking and––oh my god––fangs protruding from
the roof of his mouth. His lips were red and dripped with blood. Then she
realized it was her blood. She screamed again.
“I don’t believe
it. You bitch,” Jason cursed and slapped her, making her head snap to the side.
His sharp claws left bleeding furrows across her cheek. Jason’s arms gave out
and he collapsed forward on her. Claws from his other hand dug into her side. Everything
faded to black.
She didn’t know
how long she had been unconscious but knew it could not have been long. Jason’s
body still covered her although it was motionless. Squirming and pushing, she
managed to roll him from her. Slowly she struggled to her feet. He remained
unmoving. Apparently dead. Adrenalin that had flooded her veins during the fight
was fading to be replaced with bone chilling cold. Her once pretty and
sleeveless dress hung from her in tatters and her stockings were full of tears
and runners. Even standing, snow spilled over the tops of her mid-calf boots.
Her teeth
chattered uncontrollably. Have to find
shelter. Get out of this terrible cold or I’ll die.
Stumbling away
from the scene of their skirmish, she trudged through the moonlit snow in
search of cover.
Weak. Terribly weak.
Only sheer
willpower kept her feet moving. Although her mind told her only a short time
had passed, it seemed to stretch endlessly. One step…and then another. She
spotted a cabin, shack really, in the distance. Struggling through the deep
snow, she covered the last few yards on her knees. Turning the doorknob with
her half frozen fingers was a near impossible challenge but at last the door
opened. Crawling inside, she kicked it closed behind her. Looking around she
saw that the interior furnishings were sparse. There was a bed and thankfully a
blanket. With great effort she crawled across the wooden floor and pulled the
blanket from the bed. Wrapping herself in it was the last thing she did before
blackness closed over her once more.
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