Hemlock Chronicles (Hemlock Grove/Chronicle Fanfiction)

Chapter 25: The Wrong Moon

Celena decides to go visit Peter at the chapel. Since it wasn't a full moon, she believed she was safe. She gathered up some food and drinks for them because she knew he wanted something better than that lousy food Norman gave him. She locks up her loft and heads off to the streets. A curfew was going on since the police were looking for Peter, so she took the alleys to avoid the cops who patrolling around her block. She turns towards another alley to get away from the crowds and plans to fly off. But as she turns down an alley, she begins to hear soft footsteps. She stops and looks behind her, but no one was there. Goosebumps begin to roll over her neck and her arm hair begins to shoot up. Something was out there. Someone.

Celena lets out a shuddering breath, cold air escapes her lips and fogs around her mouth. She turns and continues her path, picking up the pace. As she makes it out of the alley, she looks around to make sure no one could see her. But, before she could take off, a soft growling was made several feet away from her. She slowly turns to look for the growls and sees a large dark shadow of a wolf, hiding in the darkness. Trembling with fear, Celena looks closer into the darkness and sees bright yellow eyes staring back at her. Cold, evil eyes.

She frowns and looks up into the sky, seeing the moon...it wasn't full! She gasps softly and snaps her eyes back at the Vargulf. How could it be turned during a regular moon. The vargulf snarls and glares at Celena.

"Oh, shit!" She drops everything she was holding and takes off running.

The vargulf chases after her, snarling and growling with drool and blood dripping from its sharp teeth.

She runs as fast as she could, but the vargulf was so much faster than she was. She takes a sharp turn, throwing the vargulf off its tracks and takes off towards an empty lot, nothing but junk debris and tall stalks of grass. She runs and runs, but skids to a halt when she couldn't hear the growling anymore.

Panting, she sharply turns towards every corner, looking out for the vargulf. Nothing.

Before she could sigh in relief, a loud growling erupts from the tall grass and a figure slammed into her. She shouts and screams and scrambles to get up off the ground, but she screams again when a set of jaws clamp on her boot and drags her back. She grabs a metal bar and quickly turns on her back as the vargulf snaps at her. She holds the bar in protection when the vargulf tries aim its jaw at her throat. The vargulf snarls and pushes harder to yank the bar out of her grip, but Celena was determined to hang on. She screams in pain when she feels the Vargulf's claws scratch her arm. She felt her own blood splashing against the side of her face.  She grunts when the Vargulf snatches its mouth away from the bar and tries to climb over it.  Celena whimpers and shoves the bar against its throat, trying with all her might to shove it away.  Or at least choke it. 

Suddenly, her air was cut off as she felt a hand wrap around her throat. She begins to choke as the grip tightens. Her eyes widen as she sees a bloody hand sticking out of the Vargulf's mouth. She grunts and tries to free herself. She reaches for something, anything and feels a rock. She takes it and slams it against the Vargulf's head, making it loosen its grip and roll off her.

Coughing and griping her throat, Celena gets to her feet and runs again. The Vargulf snarls like a rabid animal and chases her. Celena makes it across the loft and runs across the road. A huge truck was coming, and before it could hit her, it slams into the Vargulf instead. Celena jumps and falls to the hard road and sits up as the truck slams on its breaks.

An overweight trucker gets out and checks the damage. He shines his light on Celena and frowns, "Are you ok, lady?"

Before Celena could answer, the Vargulf jumps the trucker and drags him off into the grassy lot. All she could hear was the poor trucker's screams of pain.