Prompt 051

Title: Lycan Tales
Genre: Drama, fantasy
Characters: Alana, Caine, suspicious person
Prompt: 051~Moon
Word Count: 1126
Rating: PG-13
Type: Series
Summary: The crossing of paths
Warnings: Violence, nudity


Alana rolled over and started to nestle back against the cushion but the frame from her glasses dug into the side of her head. Frowning in confusion she tried to remember why she would still be wearing her glasses in bed then groaned when it all came back to her. Since it was the weekend and she didn’t have to work she had decided to pull an all nighter and get as much of her thesis down as possible. Apparently she had fallen asleep on the couch. Groaning and sitting up she took off her glasses and rubbed at her face before pinching the bridge of her nose. Her stomach grumbled loudly reminding her that she had been so immersed in work that she hadn’t taken the time to eat. Yawning, she winced. First things first. She needed to brush her teeth so that she could actually taste the food.

Pushing off the couch she walked to the bathroom She stared at her reflection as she brushed her teeth. She wasn’t much to look at, she thought bluntly. Never had been but she was okay with that. The kids in her classroom weren’t too worried about her being good looking. And the parents sure didn’t care as long as their children received a quality education. And she was good at her job. Swishing and spitting she wiped her mouth as her stomach growled once again.

Without thought she went about her ritual of getting a bowl of cereal. She tossed the empty milk carton in the garbage and set down at the table. As she ate she looked around her place.

Her place. It wasn’t much but it was hers, she thought with a faint smile. She had picked all the furniture herself and while she hadn’t had a chance to change any of the rooms, except for her bedroom, she was satisfied with her house. Having grown up with the bare minimum and having to move at a moments notice she was relieved to finally set down roots. Regardless of the neighborhood, she thought with a sigh as she felt the vibrations from the bass of a passing car. Washing her bowl and spoon she went back to her laptop and brought up the work she hadn’t finished last night.
The sooner she got her Masters the sooner she could make more money. She wasn’t materialistic but she was realistic. She knew what made the world go ‘round. With a sigh she started to reread her last paragraph. Her fingers idly tapped the keys then with a frustrated sigh she flipped on the TV. Maybe the added background noise would help her. It wasn’t long before she was typing away.

...escaped four days ago from the local mental institute. He’s considered dangerous. If you have any information on Duncaine Lancaster please contact the police or his uncle, Ethan Vanderwall.
Alana absently looked up to see a good looking man talking to group of reporters. He had a worried expression on his face but something about him made her uneasy. Shaking her head she turned the TV off and went back to her paper.

Deciding that she had stayed cooped up in the house long enough Alana checked the time and realized that it was nearing six o’clock. Figuring she would go out to grab a quick bite to eat she booted down the laptop, grabbed her bag and walked out the door and down the street to the bus stop.

Her car had quit on her a few weeks back and she just couldn’t afford to get it fixed right now. She crossed her arms uneasily as she waited for the bus to arrive. Right behind her was an empty lot where the homeless and the thugs seemed to congregate…no matter the hour. Right now it was suspiciously empty. She blew out a sigh of relief when the sound of the air brakes alerted her to the bus’ arrival.
She did some window shopping, grabbed a quick burger and then hopping on the bus returned home.



“Gimme your bag.”
Alana let out a yelp when her head banged against the side of the bus awning when he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed.
“Take it,” she rasped out as she fumbled with the strap. Her fingers were suddenly clumsy and she tried to swallow but his hand just clamped down harder.
“Gimme the bag, bitch!” he rasped.
Couldn’t he see she was trying, Alana thought frantically as she tried dropping her shoulder to let the strap fall. Instead it seemed as if it was tangled in the neck of her vest. Damnit, she loved this vest but it would be the death of her. That irrational thought almost made her laugh but the hand around her throat lifted her a few inches from the ground and gave her a shake.
“Whatcha got in the bag?”
“M-money. My cell phone. Lip gloss, some tampons, my eye glass case, some gum and-”
“Are you fucking kidding me lady? You think I won’t knock you out and take whatever I want?” His blood shot eyes raked up and down her body as he sneered.
“You ain’t much to look at but it’s been awhile since I’ve had a good lay. I think you’ll do just fine.” When he licked his lips Alana gagged and tried to twist away from him.

“Good, I like them with a little fight in them.” A sick smile twisted his lips.
She closed her eyes when he stepped closer and reached out a hand to cup her breast. His breath was rank and he smelled of urine. She started to open her mouth to scream but instead of cupping her breast he clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Shut your mouth,” he hissed.
Over her heavy breathing Alana heard the clacking of nails on the concrete. Opening her eyes she saw a large dog walking nonchalantly down the sidewalk. It seemed to be studying them with interest before looking away and continuing pass them.
“Please,” she whispered.

Suddenly there seemed to be a flurry of activity. The man holding her was suddenly yanked away, she heard a growl, a piercing scream and when she blinked her eyes she saw her attacker running down the sidewalk gripping his buttocks. It looked as if his clothes had been completely ripped off and she could see the pale globes of his…she quickly looked away. Placing a calming hand over her heart she looked across the street to see the dog turning the corner.
“Hey!” She saw its ear flick but it continued on. Gripping the strap of her bag she looked over her shoulder at her house then hurried down the sidewalk after the dog.