It's Not DiGiorno, It's Demonic!

Awoo~ 567- oh my!

Chapter 12: Awoo~ 567- oh my!

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Now you see, shit like this was why I never left the house. I could be chillin' at home right now watching YouTube videos while enjoying a pile of tasty snacks. Nothing bad ever happens when you're in a burrito blanket after all. But instead of me being nice and warm and comfortable in my bed, I was scared, and cold and miserable in a muddy hole under a tree. And if that wasn't awful enough, there was a 300lbs/136kg jacked-up werewolf prowling and snarling after me! Oh yeah, this is totally how I wanted my night to end!

You know, I always thought people were exaggerating when they say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. But now that I was at death's door for the second time this month, I could say I was partially right in my skepticism. Because rather than my whole life, it was the panic-fueled memories of the past half hour or so that came to mind.

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'Ain't no way...ain't no way this is really happening right now!'

It was official; I was probably the most stupidly unluckiest person in this god-forsaken world. I'm now 110% positive that one of my ancestor's pissed off a witch or something which led to our whole bloodline being cursed for generations. That just had to be the case. Because ain't no way. Ain't no way was I being stared down by a goddamn werewolf at a college frat party literally a week after almost being killed by a vampire. This was just- I cAN'T-!

"Pardon me Delivery Girl, but may I ask where the hell you are?" Maricara posed over the phone in genuine curiosity. "Because I could've sworn I heard a lycanthrope just now."

"Askhsoldnjwl;abnu-" I croaked out an answer. Subzero shivers attacked my body as I gazed into the cold eyes of the werewolf; its pupils dilated to the point where only a sliver of gold in its iris could be seen.

The beast hunched down, a low growl in its throat as it began (in typical creature feature fashion), to prowl towards me. A stifled shriek got caught in my throat, my back slammed against the door that I just walked out of. Its approach was slow and deliberate. It was a prowl I'd see all the time on nature documentaries when a wolf was about to attack their prey. This mother fucker was on the hunt- the hunt for ME!

"O-Oh, SHIT!" My mounting fear finally exploded as the werewolf and I moved at the exact same time. Leaping at me from its hind leg as if it were shot out of a cannon, its claws narrowly missed where my head once was. Instead, they were logged into the door, piercing it all the way through with butter-like ease.

I fell to the ground, landing on my shoulder in a way that caused me to drop my phone and bags with a curse. I choked on my sheer terror, struggling to get any breath past my heart which was lodged in my throat. Thoughts rushed along with the blood through my ears, a frantic current that swept away my coherency.

'Shit-phone-dropped-werewolf-it's happening again-need to get my phone-gonna die-monsters-again-need my phone-fuck-shit-fuck-gonna die-gonna die-needmyfuckingphoneneedtorunrunRUN-'

I scrambled for my phone and fumbled to snatch it up (it thankfully didn't fall too far away from me). I gasped out a cry for Maricara, my panic convincing me that she could somehow help me out like last time. To hide me in another pile of stuffed animals or transport me away into another toy chest. But my hope was mercilessly dashed when I saw that the call had ended, the empty bars with a mocking red 'X' being the main culprit.