#anythingtoprotectthem

Rudy pulled out a few of the video tapes Rachel had stored in the dresser just below the TV. He didn't bother to watch them, he simply picked ones by date and shoved them into his bag. Maybe I'll write her a note explaining how I have to 'borrow' them, ha, she'd like that. Later, not now. Need get everything I came for. In the back of the drawer were a few photos which he pulled out and flipped through. They were all family pictures and he grinned to himself, the little girl in them looked just like Charlotte Bowles except for the fact that this girl wasn't smiling in many of the most recent pictures. He stuffed the pictures in his bag then closed the drawer and opened the one below it. Just books. The drawer below that one had books as well and the other drawers on the left side had electronics chargers, a few blank notebooks, and an empty drawer which he thoroughly searched.

" Dam’t Alison! I’ve done everythin’ ya asked of me! I just…don’t ask me ta do this.”

“Oi, eejit! Think for a second. Ya got a family and last time, ya did this, ya broke your fuckin’ arm.” 

anythingtoprotectthem

This spontaneous vacation to Banoi was going to be the trip of a lifetime for both the wolf and the clone, not to mention a huge step in hopefully the right direction for their relationship. But the hotel the couple had been staying in was hella luxurious - at least it was to Spencer. Thank God she was a drug dealer and Sarah was a damn good thief, or else none of this wouldn’t even be possible. 

The first night on the island was great. The second was even better. But by the third night, Spencer and Sarah had done what they do best and they had done it well: Party. The hotel nightclub was hopin’ last night and Spencer, even with her incredibly high tolerance for alcohol, could barely remember half of it. Brief images of body shots, live music, and…molly? Flickered through the wolf’s subconscious mind as she finally began to come to. 

A single ray of sun light pierced through the hotel window and struck the wolf’s closed eyes, ultimately causing them to flutter open and a loud, over exaggerated groan managing to push past her lips.

But it wasn’t until a blood curdling scream rang through the air, registering a red flag in Spencer’s head and bringing the werewolf into a still, upright position. Normally she’d shrug it off. Maybe someone else in this hotel was getting the party started a little early. But the faint scent of copper is what really caught her attention.

Curiously following the scent that was growing stronger by the second, Spencer swung her feet over the queen sized bed she shared with her girlfriend and sauntered over to the front door before swinging it open and peering out into the hallway. Her neck twisted left, then right. Nothing. Silence.

Until another scream came from down the hall. Then another and another. That alone was enough to send the wolf’s heart rate skyrocketing through the roof. But her curiosity always got the best of her. Although she should go back into her room, mind her own business, the wolf pressed forward, venturing further into the hall until she came across a figure banging on a door a few rooms down. 

"Hey," Spencer called out while taking a few cautious steps closer to the stranger. "Hey you," Her voice grew louder seeing as how the figure chose to ignore her. "Yo, homeboy. Wanna tell me what the hell’s going-" Then the unexpected happened. The man that was pounding his fist against the wooden door frame turned his entire body to face Spencer. Eyes completely drained of their normal color and mouth gushing with freshly spilled blood. 

The wolf’s emerald eyes widened to resemble the size of saucers. The man who stood directly in front of her let out a scream himself. But it was anything but human. The scream itself was obnoxious. Raspy. Wet. Spencer could see a fine red mist spray from the back of his throat as the pair locked eyes. 

"Oh sh-" Spencer could barely spit out the rest of her sentence as she was being knocked back, tackled onto the hard ground by the deranged man himself. The wind was knocked completely out of her. Sharp teeth gnashing just inches away from her face. Her palms immediately came up, pushing on the strangers chest to keep those chompers from sinking into her flesh. 

He was strong. Almost too strong for Spencer. But right now she was counting her blessings that she was a werewolf and the superhuman strength that came along with being one. Then as soon as her adrenaline kicked in, Spencer dug her elbows into the carpet beneath her and pushed with all her might, sending the cannibalistic man a few yards down the hall, buying her just enough time to get to her feet and sprint back to her room. 

Slamming the door shut behind her, Spencer quickly locked the deadbolt before yanking the nearest end table in her direction and placing it in front of the door. “Sarah!" The wolf barked. "Get up!" She continued grabbing random pieces of furniture and stacking them on top of one another. "Sarah, you have to get up now, goddamnit.” Spencer then strode towards the window, looking out the sliding doors of their own personal balcony attached to their room. 

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“Oui, if I was one of those silly girls you find at a bar. It was a good try though.” She smiled as she laughed. Tony was rather charming she found and enjoyed hanging out with him.