Posts by sHeWoLfBbY

I couldn't open my eyes. That, or they were open, but I couldn't see a single thing; only darkness. My voice couldn't be put into words either; everytime I had spoken, calling out for help, (which was incredibly stupid of me, considering I had my doors locked, and my windows rolled up) it came out as nothing more than a soft whine or groan.
Although, when my phone started ringing, it made me realize that even though it sounded distant, I could still hear. It must've also been what had half-woken me up.
With that, I hadn't even known that my arm was moving until I felt it grip my phone, and once I did get a hold of it, I gripped it as tight as I could, having it take every ounce of strength I had just to lift the phone to my face. Blankly, I pressed my finger to the screen, hoping that by some chance, I'd hit the call button.
When my phone went silent, and I could hear a quick moment of static through the other line, I attempted to speak. Once again, I was shot down.
"Meggghh..."
Even speaking took my breath away.
I wasn't even able to wait for a response. My consciousness was coming in cycles, and my body had decided it was tired again. You know, putting a phone to your ear takes a lot out of you, apparently.
My phone slid through my fingers, and flattered onto the floorboard.
Doubling over, my body sprawled itself out over my middle leather compartment, and the PRNDL station.

Sprinting over rocks, foliage, and whatever else might have been in my way, I was focused on only one thing; not stopping. Its seemed as though I'd been running and tripping for hours, although I never grew tired, and the slashes on my arms, legs, and face from stray branches didn't sting.
My body was covered in dirt, and leaves stuck wildly throughout my hair. Who knows how long I had been out there.
What scared me the most wasn't the fact that I didn't know where I was, or that my surroundings were pitch black, with the exception of the moonlight. It was the fact that no matter how fast and long I kept my pace up for, I could hear his voice echoing all around me, excelling in volume every passing minute.
I kept moving, determined to have my freedom.
Finally, I was cut short by lack of ground, and a large expansion of air; I was standing at the edge of the cliff.
His voice still rang, pounding in my ears.
Staring below me, jagged rocks pointed upwards, waves crashing against the wall of earth. All of it seemed so.... inviting.
I chose my own fate, not him. I decided how I died, he didn't.
"I've got you now, you little-"
Shane's voice thundered right into my back, but he was too late. He wasn't going tonhurt me anymore.
Without hesitation, I flug my body over the edge.
Then, something else happended.

Dizzying myself due to the sudden, quick motion, I sat right up. A small yelp was all that escaped my lips. Usually, I woke up screaming. I guess I preferred this more.
Fortunately I was wide awake by this time. I assumed I had been asleep for many more hours.
I stared at the wall across the room. Wait a minute. Where the hell was I?

Being so confused by every little sight around me, I hardly noticed Lucian at the doorway until he spoke. Whipping my head over to look at him, my face read an expression that said, Oh, I totally expected you to be here. Not.
When he mentioned that he found me in parking lot, I was stunned.
I wrinkled my nose, and looked at him as though he was insane.
Although, come to think of it, I didn't remember leaving the bar last night.
I shook my head, speaking in disbelief.
"Wait, wait, wait. A parking lot? What the- What the hell was I doing in a parking lot?"
I glanced downwards, trying to recall what had happened last night. Then, something even more puzzling came to mind.
"How did you even find me? Did you bring me here? And I was nearly dead? I don't feel dead..."
I was speaking so fast, I could barely process my words.
And... He'd brought me to his house. Where had he slept? I assumed that this was his bed. I also assumed that he hadn't decided to make me his 'cuddle partner' either.
But I didn't question him on those last few thoughts.

With a grateful nod, I took the glass and sipped it slowly.
Taking in his words, my expression was as hard as stone. This was a lot for me to take in, considering I had no memory of any of it.
When he mentioned the roofie part, I rolled my eyes, and let out a huff.
"Well, they seemed nice at the time. I guess people can easily fool you. Jerks."
Since he had told me of him bringing me here, I presumed that my car was still sitting at the bar.
I was silent for a few more moments, glancing about the room; then I spoke again.
"But, uh, thanks. For helping me."
I tilted my head slightly, looking up at him more, to meet his gaze directly, a questionable look on my face.
"Why did you coming looking for me, anyway?"

When he had stopped himself from finishing his sentence, and abruptly changing the subject, my eyes narrowed. That had to be one of my biggest pet peeves; I hated being cut off. But, I didn't question it. Although, I was grateful that he had found me. I would've rathered it be him than another cop- or worse.
Him giving me the option to stay or leave, I seriously considered just going back to sleep; I didn't particularly want to go out and brave the world again for quite some time. Although, his next statement grabbed my full attention.
"You what?"
Crawling on my hands and knees to the end of the bed, I slid off and followed right behind him.
"Why in hell did you do that, Lucian? It's in the shop? Do you realize that I am low on money as it is, and now I have to pay for the window to be repaired? Awesome."
Frustrated, I ran my hands through my hair to the end of my bun and let them hang there.

"I'm not hungry, thanks," I said in an unamused tone, ignoring his answer to avoid agreeing with him.
Stepping diagonal from him, I took my seat in a recliner, and glanced at the television, and then at him.
"How long are you determining that my car will be in the shop? "
My bun was uncomfortably loose, and without a mirror, I didn't bother to fix it. Instead, I let it spill out over my shoulders.
I leaned my head back, staring up at the ceiling, crossing one leg over the other. I then finally realized I was without shoes.
"Did I um... Was I not wearing shoes last night?"

"You can take my car..."
I'll admit, I seriously considered it.
"I suppose we'd be even, then. But, I don't want to be held responsible in case something were to happen to it. All I really need is a lift back to my hotel; my purse is-"
I had brought my purse with me last night.
"I mean, my wallet is still there. I can just take the bus where I need to go. Just... Whenever you'd like to take me there. I wouldn't guess that you're in a hurry to go anywhere."
I chuckled at his last comment.
"Well, I'm thankful for that, I guess."
I bit my lip, and twidled my thumbs before asking him a serious question this time.
"Errh.. How long do you think I uh... I mean, until I have any more involvement with um.. The cops?"

As I took in his words, I was leaning forward, my elbows on my knees, and my chin resting in my palms.
I was tired of over thinking, but all of it was simply programmed into my mind, and probably would be for the remainder of the time.
Sighing inwardly as I stood up, I shot him a faint nod.
"Thank you," I said quietly, starring at the floor as I walked, beating him out the door.
Leaning my head against the window frame, I directed my eyes towards the sky. The light of the sun had been completely canceled out due to the murky clouds that had bunched together.
With that, just like clockwork, a single drop of rain flung itself against the passenger window, followed quickly by a few more.
Lifting my head to sit straight up, my face had an expression in which to say "great!" glazed with sarcasm.
After the ordeal, I hadn't even known what to feel; for the most part, it was basically all mixed emotions.
Half of me was happy to be my own person again, and not having to worry about pleasing someone for the sake of my own safety. The other half, terrified. Living in one town my entire life, the thought of anywhere else was nerve-racking. Though, most of all, the fact that I didn't know if I'd be able to live a normal life again, or spend the rest of my life behind bars, was horrifying.

I have been absolutely dying to do a safe haven roleplay. The cheesy, movie by Nicolas Sparks.
Id also be interested in doing a medieval, super natural, or demon x demon hunter roleplay. c:

hey, is there somewhere I can sign up? Or is it too late to join?

Hello, all you beautiful people! I have been inactive for about seven months now, due to constantly being in and out of the hospital, and never having time to be here. The hospital visits are over now, and I'll be more active now! c:

I will be willing to do a wide variety of threads, but these are my favorites:
-Werewolf/human/vampire
-Detective x criminal
-Native American x Townsfolk
Cowboy x city girl (or vice versa)
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Here's a list of threads I will not do.
-bxb, gxg (Nothing against it, I'm just not good at them.)
-junior high role plays
-anything that doesn't have a muse.

**I'm an advanced roleplayed, and require at lesast one good paragraph, proper spelling and grammar per post.**