The Hunter, Or Should I Say The Hunted

"Don't run from me Sweetheart!" I heard a whisper as a walked home from the bar. I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or if it was real. My phone read 1:00 A.M. Oh no. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around stumbling. "Hey baby!" There was a guy just smiling down at me. I squirmed away from him and out of his grip. That is until I stumbled and fell to the ground. "Your mine now baby girl!" The hand grabbed my foot and began dragging me somewhere. I dug my hands into the ground, but it was no use. What's going to happen to Kiestin? What will "The Hunter" do to her? Read this fanfic to find out! Copyright©