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Hey, I am working on a new novel, although i don't have a title for it, at the moment its just placeholder titled: Werecreature story.

My main issue is that i have four or five written ways i get caught by the main bad guy, (Salvador), and i like them all almost equally. 

So what i am going to do is: I am going to post each one individually and number them, anyone can choose which one they like the most, or what they like. 

If they would like to write two or more versions into one even BETTER version, themselves, or have ideas on how to do so myself, pls tell me. 

The opening is always the same, or at least, the beginning of the whole “MC seeing something they shouldn't have”, meaning, that i like it. 

Please note, that if one does the idea of molding multiple into one, i don't like the idea of being caught, running off, getting caught, running off, multiple cycles. 

No weird cycles in succession. Not that the MC wont end up running off and trying to escape LATER, but not in quick succession of each other, as Salvador and his advisor Abraham would quickly learn MC’s tricks.

Also, these scenes WILL spoil most of the rest of the story, but because of this, it makes finding out the right version of the scene so much more important. And i am wracking my brain over which one to use, or how to fuse the ones i like together, without making it seem too weird and all over the place. 

Hence why i am asking for help.

Anyway, onto the overall plot of the story...

The MC and her parents are taking a vacation in a small town, could be also called a village due to the size, (I don't have a name for it yet), and they find out that there is some kind of  werecreature hunter societies. Both of which are believed to be rivals. [Spoiler] One is real, the other is not, for many reasons.

The MC’s parents believe that the werecreature hunter societies are just there to give the feeling of flare to the small town, but they end up being real, as during the night, AND rarely during the day, weird things have been happening and people end up being found dead, appeared to be ravaged by a weirdly large animal.

Some of which’ prints look oddly humanoid. 

The MC gets stopped by a fortune teller, who claims that there is a symbol on the MC’s forehead that says that she is going to be a prime attention grabber for the werecreatures, although she doesn't specify why. 

And then there is this man, Salvador, and his advisor, Abraham. 

They seem to be way too old for the present time, as in, they don't LOOK old, like 90′s or hundreds, but they don't seem to understand present day technologies, and act more... renisaunsicle. (Like their from the renaissance period). 

And not in the way that they’re trying to fit into the flare of the town, no... they genuinely act this way... they don't break character, although they still seem rather nice, but still. 

They seem to be the founders of one of the werecreature hunter societies, but something is just off about them. Like really off. The MC tries to trust them, but, really doesn't find it in her to really do so. 

And another odd thing. Sal seems to wear dentures, but, due to his age being far too young for losing all of his teeth, there seems to be something that he is hiding. 

But what could his dentures be hiding? (Do note that the scenes i am asking for help DOES answer this question).

Also, if there are any questions regarding the story, such as how werecreatures work, or the differences between these werecreatures and typical werewolves, which there are several, don't hesitate to ask me. 

I will be posting some drawings of them today, or tomorrow, depending on my schedule, so...

Ok, so here is the first version... 

Preface, i am captured by Salvador’s advisor Abraham while i am walking back to the hotel/motel, after stupidly trying to rush to a store before they closed. (ALONE).

There are two versions of this version...

Also some vore here, since Abraham does eat a dude named Harold alive... for trying to stop him...

Ok, here we go...

Being captured by “”

I began hearing some kind of odd moaning or whining sounds coming from the room down the left of the hall, which made me worry that someone was in pain, hurting, or in need of some help. Of course, as myself, I didn’t have the strength or knowledge to help them directly, but I could get someone who could, after figuring out what the problem indeed was.

So, I jogged down the hall and found myself standing in front of the door that supposedly was the entrance to Salvador’s room.

It had been slightly left open, and it had appeared to have been slightly forced open at one point. I could see the door slightly off of its correct angle, and the screws had been loosened a bit. There were claw mark somewhat on the floor and around the door handle.

I put my eye to the door to peek inside, as I did not wish to be barging into a place where maybe, possibly, in fact no one was hurt, but rather maybe straining to pick something up, or had simply scratched themselves and needed no medical attention.

The closet had been thrown open, some of the clothing inside had been messed around with, seemingly in some sort of hurry. Some lay upon the floor of the closet, as they had slipped off of their hangers and not picked up afterwards.

I could see something that looked like the toe of a busted up shoe peeking out from a box in the back corner of the closet, which made me wonder what could have busted up such a thing in such a way. Not that I really was concerned about it at the moment.

Salvador was standing in front of a tall mirror, messing with something with his face. Which made me a bit confused. Did he cut his face?

As I saw no sign of blood anywhere, I did not think that there was an actual problem. And so, I was about to lean back into the hallway, to return to my own hotel room, when Salvador turned his head and saw me peeking.

Now that’s when I saw what he had been doing.

In his hand was his fake teeth, which wasn’t something that I didn’t know about, everyone knew that he had fake teeth, but it was his REAL teeth that shocked me. They were FANGS! Thick, sharp, monstrous looking fangs, like those of a… wolf!

His expression changed to a bit of shock, before becoming a curious mix of frustration and playfulness. I didn’t think it was possible to have an expression with those mixed, but he managed to pull it off.

I backed up into the hall, frantically as he ran after me, towards the door.

I bolted down the hall, towards the direction of my hotel room. I could hear his footsteps after me, but luckily, I could hear someone else headed up the stairs to the floor that I was on. Thank the lord.

I ducked into the maintenance hall, the hall that connected to nearly every other hallway on the 2nd floor, and that included my own hotel room. I ducked and weaved through and past the maintenance carts and trolleys, and although I didn’t hear Salvador’s footsteps after me for a while, I did not think I was safe until I was in my hotel room, where my cellphone was, so I could call my parents. Even to just talk to them to calm myself down, rather than tell them what I had seen.

I threw myself into my hotel room and slammed the door closed behind me, I pinned my back up against the door, panting like a mad person. My head was light, and my vision swam. My body did not like it when I ran, as it was not made to do so.

I didn’t hear Salvador’s booming footsteps approaching the door from the other side, to my relief, and I reached up to lock the door.

After managing to catch my breath, I got up off of the floor and went to lay down upon my bed, to grab my cellphone, connect to the Wi-Fi and watch some Youtube videos to calm down.

I didn’t really think much of it, the whole fact that Salvador had sharp teeth, I mean, if I had that, I probably would try to hide it too. It probably was a hell of a problem when it came to eating, accidentally biting the inside of one’s cheek or tongue, would be horrendously painful.

I ran because, of course, he had ran after me, rather than simply saying, “HEY! WHATS THE PROBLEM?” or something along those lines. I didn’t really have the courage to face someone so intimidating, and with the expression that he had given me prior to running after me, it was absolutely terrifying.

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Time skip

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The air was cold, my shoes had been lost a couple stores back, my bare feet freezing upon the pavement below. The moon, a half moon, shone down from the sky, lighting the streets of the town/village to what would have been a warming glow, if I didn’t feel so… watched.

I was heading back to my hotel room, as fast as I could without looking suspicious or hurting myself by either stepping on a sharp stone or tripping on a loose rock. I couldn’t believe that my shoes would have been sunk into the deep mud so quickly, nor expected the mud to be so deep.

It was foolish for me to think that wearing a t-shirt to rush to the gift shop that late in the night, hoping that I could grab the last cool looking mask before they shut down for the night, but I got there too late, and it had closed before I had arrived.

Goosebumps not only rose upon my arm because it was cold however, I felt like I was being followed and watched by someone. I had a feeling that this person was dangerous, as why would someone trustworthy try to hide themselves while watching someone else?

“Ok, Cassidy, you can do this. You’re just a few more blocks away from the hotel, just a cold wind, you aren’t in any danger.” I told myself, wrapping my arms around myself to keep me warm.

I could suddenly hear the clicking upon the cobble of a nearby alleyway, the nearby alleyway that I was just in front of passing. Another’s footsteps no doubt.

It felt like I was being watched by something other than a simple mugger or criminal. More like something monstrous and supernatural.

“Oh, on the contrary, my dear, you are very much in danger.” A male voice said. I could recognize the voice as belonging to Abraham, Salvador’s advisor. Why was he out here at such a time? Sure, that question could also be asked to me, but I don’t think he would have been rushing to a store to buy something before they close, like I was.

I stopped, confused, and looked around to try to locate him. “Wha? Who’s there?” I asked, although still recognizing the voice, I still felt like I needed to ask.

Eventually I saw his silhouette standing in the alleyway that I had stopped in front of. Luckily, I was still mostly in the streets, and wasn’t directly in arm’s length, which would have made me completely worried even more.

“H-hi, Abraham, just headed back to my hotel, I’ll get there in around 5 minutes…” I began, “And in danger of what? I just see you and I out here.”

I could see the gleam of Abraham’s teeth as he grinned, as he stepped out into the light. He was not human anymore.

“Indeed, and that’s the danger I was referring to!” He leered.

He now had fangs, and what appeared to be tentacles coming out from underneath his collar. He had a bird like tail, and bird like feet with talons that peeked out from underneath his robes. I could see a smaller pair of arms from underneath his robe, but they were tucked in.

I began backing away, slowly, realizing that the rumors of the werecreatures must have been true, although I couldn’t quite pinpoint what kind of creature that Abraham was. What kind of creature had a bird tail and tentacles? That wasn’t really an important detail at the moment, I was still very much in danger.

“What?” I stuttered, my gut churning due to the immense fear beginning to build up inside of me even more. How was I going to get out of this? I didn’t see anyone else who could have helped me, and in the back of my mind, my over kindness wanted me to not wake anyone up to get them into danger, if it meant the possibility that I could get out of this alive.

I didn’t wait any longer, I just turned and ran in the direction of my hotel. I knew the front doors would have been locked, but I knew that they said that the back door would have always been unlocked for those whom have gotten a room.

“And you my dear, have dug yourself into a deep, dark hole of trouble!” Abraham growled behind me, as he ran after me, chasing me.

My feet pounded against the pavement, and as I no longer worried about what I would step on, I could feel some sharp things occasionally being shoved into the bottoms of my feet, by either old rubbish or small stones.

I didn’t wish to go through any kind of alleyway unless I had needed to, and I had needed to, to get to the back of the hotel. I was just on the stretch of road when I saw that someone had piled up large wooden crates in front of the alleyway that I needed to go through! Luckily, they were still stacked upon in a manner that kind of made stairs.

I launched myself up and over them, I felt like a gorilla running through the forest full of rocks and fallen down trees. But I could tell you that my shoulders and arms were burning and screaming for release from this horror and terror. I mean, my brain was too, but they weren’t screaming in pain and exhaustion like my arms, shoulders, and legs were.

I ran to the back of the alleyway, where I could see Harold sweeping up the old rubbish that had leaked from the big trash compactors lining the walls of the old hotel.

“Cassidy, you’re up late.” He said, before realizing that my expression showed absolute terror, “What’s wrong?”

Suddenly I could hear something heavy leap upon the top of the crate pile, both of us could. And Harold pulled me back behind him, putting himself in between me and Abraham, who had obviously been a werecreature.

“Leave her alone, you…” Harold growled, but was interrupted by Abraham.

“Hello, Harold.” Abraham said, his tone filled with distaste.

Harold’s expression changed to slightly shock mixed with his own fear.

“Abraham? You?” Harold asked.

Abraham slowly walked forwards, jumping down from crate to crate to back onto the concrete flooring of the alleyway, before slowly approaching us and stopping underneath a light.

“I do not wish to hurt you tonight, so I would suggest handing her back over to me now.” Abraham sneered, holding out a hand, expecting Harold to give in and give me back to him.

Harold however, did not do such a thing.

“Over my dead body.” He hissed, pushing me backwards towards the door, “Get inside.” He hissed to me.

I tried to run for the door, but someone on the other side stood behind it, and closed it. I grabbed the door handle and tried to open it again, but I found that the door was locked from the other side! Who in the world would have locked it? Was it someone who hoped that they wouldn’t have had to get into the frey if the person that Abraham was going for was captured and he would just leave? Or was it someone who worked for or with him, helping him out?

It didn’t really matter, I was still locked out of the building.

“Someone locked the door, Harold. I cannot get inside.” I whispered.

“Cowards.” Harold hissed, underneath his breath.

Abraham continued to smirk, suggesting that the person who had closed the door had been under his thumb and was working for or with him, to ensure that he had successfully gotten to me.

Suddenly, I could hear Harold wince as a slicing noise could be heard.

I saw him stumble a bit, holding his face, but he did not fall. I could see blood on his hand as he removed it from his face, Abraham must have attacked him, I saw blood on Abraham’s claws, so it wasn’t a far stretch from the imagination.

I began pulling and pounding upon the door, calling out for someone’s assistance, someone other than the bastard who locked me and Harold out, to unlock the door and let us in. Sure, that locking the door may not have kept Abraham out for long, it would give us enough time to get help from someone who knew how to deal with these kinds of creatures.

But no one came.

I could hear Harold trying to fight back from Abraham, as Abraham continued to claw him up with his talons and his claws, but most of Harold’s attempts were nothing compared to the brute strength that Abraham had.

I could see blood dripping down from Harold’s body, and his standing position was growing weaker and weaker. I didn’t know what to do, if Harold was going to survive this, and I wasn’t going to be kidnapped or captured by Abraham, I would have had to pull Harold down to the emergency station to get him some serious help. Probably would need to go to the trauma center.

“Haven’t you had enough blood for tonight?” Harold gasped for air, trying to sound intimidating as best as he could, through the pain and suffering that he must have been pushing through.

“I told you, I’m here for the girl, not you. All you have to do is hand her over.” Abraham snarled, slashing Harold in the face again.

Harold staggered again, blinking several times to get the blood out of his eyes.

“And I told YOU, over my dead body!” He growled back.

Abraham’s expression turned back to slightly amused, but still frustrated and tired from the resistance that he had been given.

“Very well, I can deal with that. I skipped dinner anyway!” He growled, grabbing Harold by his collar and pulling him up into the air. Harold struggled and tried to pull out of Abraham’s grip, but was unable to, his weakened state, let alone his normal state, was no match for the strength that Abraham’s werecreature form had.

I ignored the absolutely disgusting sloppy noises that had transpired afterwards, as Abraham began eating Harold whole, starting with his head. I only tried to use that as a distraction, to run past Abraham and get back over the boxes.

Perhaps I could see through an unblocked window, to get someone’s attention and assistance, but I was grabbed in what I could only feel was a bunch of tentacles, around my ankle and I fell to the floor and was dragged backwards.

I struggled and thrashed as even more tentacles clouded my vision and wrapped me in some kind of cocoon like thing as I was held there, until Abraham had finished Harold off. I could hear Harold screaming and struggling to get out and fight against being digested.

The space around me got tighter before I could feel Abraham quickly moving away from his spot and it felt like he was crawling up the wall.

“You are going to be a perfect meal for the king,” He whispered, tightening the grip on me, for a bit before running off elsewhere.

Inside my prison was sticky, as one would imagine being trapped in a cage made of tentacles, or a cage with tiny grippy hands that messed with you ever so often.

Soon, the footsteps from outside changed from hard concrete to soft grass and twigs. I could hear other footsteps accompanying Abraham’s, and the wind began to blow a bit harder.

Finally I could hear Salvador’s voice, sounding rather pleased by Abraham’s actions.

“Good job, Abraham.” He grinned slyly, as Abraham dumped me out of his tail and onto the ground amongst the slightly wet grass. It felt like I was covered in a very thin goopy film, but I didn’t really concern myself with it.

I couldn’t stop shaking, as it was a mix of fear and the coldness of the air around me. The wind did not help keep me warm.

I couldn’t lift my head to meet Salvador’s eye contact as he slowly approached me, I was too scared to even think of doing so. I dug my fingers into the grass as hard as I could to distract me from the horrendous events occurring around me.

I could feel a vibration in my pocket, someone texting me, probably my parents wondering where I was. But I couldn’t text them back, I couldn’t move, in fear of being hurt by trying to contact help, to have someone come save me from this whole thing.

“I dreamt about you last night.” Sal hummed, grinning as he bent down and tipping my head up with a fingertip underneath my chin, forcing me to make eye contact with him. His expression showed calm mischief, a terrifying mix for someone who was probably intending me some kind of harm.

“You looked the same as you did last week, and you were beautiful.” He whispered, “And now, no one will get to see your beauty but me.” He tweaked my nose before kissing it.

“And do you really think that after you’ve discovered my secret, that you’d just be able to get away with it?” He asked, smiling wider, “That you would be just let off without punishment?”

Although I could see it was Salvador, he didn’t seem like the man that I had met before.

“Wh-who are you?” I asked, merely out of instinct. I did not really wish to ask him a question of any kind, as I did not wish to begin a conversation. My introvertedness, even prior to this whole event, wouldn’t have allowed me to do it, unless he had started the conversation himself.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Salvador asked, he sounded although shocked, calm, or even a bit amused.

I began to regret asking him the question, let alone anything.

“You haven’t heard about the rumors of the werecreatures?” Abraham asked, although Sal looked like he was going to ask the same thing.

“I-I thought they were simply rumors…” I whimpered, I could feel my hands begin to quiver, and my mind was too full of fear to click things together.

“You really DON’T know who I am?” Sal asked, wrapping his entire hand underneath my chin, digging his claws into my cheeks. I tried my best to keep the tears that threatened to run down my face to stay in, I did not wish to show any more weakness than I already was.

I didn’t respond to him in any way, I did not wish to continue our conversation, I knew that the moment I tried to talk, I would have burst out in tears.

“I would have sworn you would have realized it the moment you had seen me.” He chuckled, baring his teeth, revealing his knife-like teeth, “You, my poor child, are so nieve.”

“I say we deal with her now, before someone gets suspicious and realizes that she’s gone.” Abraham suggested, sounding unamused.

“Agreed, advisor.” Sal growled, still smiling. I could see something change about him, as if he was transforming into something else.

“Please, I thought you were in pain! I wanted to see if you were ok! I didn’t mean to see anything!” I began to plead, believing that I was going to either die by being torn to shreds, or being eaten alive, “Please, sir, please don’t kill me!”

Salvador’s grin turned to be more amused, than simple intimidation.

“Please? Oh, I like it when you say that.” He smirked, he pulled my face closer to his, his face was mostly pressed into the side of mine. “Do it again.” He hummed.

“Awe, she cares!” Abraham sarcastically cooed, I could hear him cracking his knuckles behind me. I was worried that he was just about to attack me or something.

But before he could do such a thing, Salvador picked me up, tucked me underneath his arm and then began walking deeper into the forest. I naturally, on instinct, began trying to squirm, but was naturally unable to get out of his grip.

Suddenly, I could feel Salvador beginning to change around me, I could both hear and feel his clothing strain to stay around him, and I could hear some of the threads snapping apart. I could feel fur beginning to grow and cover his rapidly growing body, as he walked.

“You’re going to be my little caged princess, and soon…” Salvador began, but he was interrupted by Abraham.

“This is NOT what I was talking about Sal.” He grumbled.

“And so what about what you meant?” Sal asked, “YOU aren’t the ruler, are you?”

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Or

“You’re going to be my little caged princess, and soon…” Salvador began, my fear completely drowned out the rest of what he had said. But I caught a glance at Abraham, who looked frustrated, as if THIS wasn’t what he had meant when he said, “deal with her.”

As Salvador’s transformation continued, the fur began being tightly pressed up against my body. And despite me being absolutely filled with terror, it was thick and warm, counteracting the cold weather surrounding us. Allowing my fear to be overridden somewhat, or at least, just to the point where I could understand the conversation between Salvador and Abraham.

“And it looks like you got yourself a good meal.” Sal commented, passing by several strange looking rocks with runes on them, “Who did you end up eating Abraham?”

Abraham sighed and rubbed his face tiredly.

“Oh you know, Harold tried to get in the way between me and Cassidy, tried to face me, and, well, we all know how that turned out.” Abraham replied, he sounded like he wanted to go to bed, but I thought that werecreatures were nocturnal… oh well.

I could see Harold still weakly trying to struggle, but I could also see small red splotches in between the robe’s opening, signaling that there were more blood in his stomach than there used to be. Telling me that Harold was closer to death than before.

“Too bad, I always liked that poor sap.” Sal sighed, “Anyway, it’s way past midnight and I believe it would be much more dangerous to stay out past then. I’ll need to spend some more time with the little one before sunrise anyway.”

He tightened his grip around me for a bit, before he patted my face.

“Seriously, you gotta deal with her before then, as someone WILL come looking for her.” Abraham grumbled.

“And you doubt my fighting abilities?” Sal asked, squinting his eyes, as he watched Abraham skulk into the darkness and thickness of the trees, before turning around and entering some kind of cave system.

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Ok, so, this is version one of being captured by Abraham. The other version has the same ending to the scene, or at least roughly. Its just whether or not Abraham reveals himself to the MC BEFORE leading her to the hotel/motel, or AFTER. 

And yes, although this story has no connection to the Eye of Chaos stories, (My zombie novels), i still am the main character.

Here is the 2nd version

This is the alternate version of being caught by Abraham... this time, he has led me to the Hotel before showing himself. 

(Again, the begining is the same, its just when they stop me is what is different).

This is the alternate version of the being captured by Abraham

I began hearing some kind of odd moaning or whining sounds coming from the room down the left of the hall, which made me worry that someone was in pain, hurting, or in need of some help. Of course, as myself, I didn’t have the strength or knowledge to help them directly, but I could get someone who could, after figuring out what the problem indeed was.

So, I jogged down the hall and found myself standing in front of the door that supposedly was the entrance to Salvador’s room.

It had been slightly left open, and it had appeared to have been slightly forced open at one point. I could see the door slightly off of its correct angle, and the screws had been loosened a bit. There were claw marks somewhat on the floor and around the door handle.

I put my eye to the door to peek inside, as I did not wish to be barging into a place where maybe, possibly, in fact no one was hurt, but rather maybe straining to pick something up, or had simply scratched themselves and needed no medical attention.

The closet had been thrown open, some of the clothing inside had been messed around with, seemingly in some sort of hurry. Some lay upon the floor of the closet, as they had slipped off of their hangers and not picked up afterwards.

I could see something that looked like the toe of a busted up shoe peeking out from a box in the back corner of the closet, which made me wonder what could have busted up such a thing in such a way. Not that I really was concerned about it at the moment.

Salvador was standing in front of a tall mirror, messing with something with his face. Which made me a bit confused. Did he cut his face?

As I saw no sign of blood anywhere, I did not think that there was an actual problem. And so, I was about to lean back into the hallway, to return to my own hotel room, when Salvador turned his head and saw me peeking.

Now that’s when I saw what he had been doing.

In his hand was his fake teeth, which wasn’t something that I didn’t know about, everyone knew that he had fake teeth, but it was his REAL teeth that shocked me. They were FANGS! Thick, sharp, monstrous looking fangs, like those of a… wolf!

His expression changed to a bit of shock, before becoming a curious mix of frustration and playfulness. I didn’t think it was possible to have an expression with those mixed, but he managed to pull it off.

I backed up into the hall, frantically as he ran after me, towards the door.

I bolted down the hall, towards the direction of my hotel room. I could hear his footsteps after me, but luckily, I could hear someone else headed up the stairs to the floor that I was on. Thank the Lord.

I ducked into the maintenance hall, the hall that connected to nearly every other hallway on the 2nd floor, and that included my own hotel room. I ducked and weaved through and past the maintenance carts and trolleys, and although I didn’t hear Salvador’s footsteps after me for a while, I did not think that I was safe until I was in my hotel room where my cellphone was, so I could call my parents. Even to just talk to them to calm myself down, rather than tell them what I had seen.

I threw myself into my hotel room and slammed the door closed behind me. I pinned my back up against the door, panting like a mad person. My head was light, and my vision swam. My body did not like it when I ran, as it was not made to do so.

I didn’t hear Salvador’s booming footsteps approaching the door from the other side, to my relief, and I reached up to lock the door.

After managing to catch my breath, I got up off of the floor and went to lay down upon my bed, to grab my cellphone, connect to the Wi-Fi and watch some youtube videos to calm down.

I didn’t really think much of it, the whole fact that Salvador had sharp teeth, I mean, if I too had those kind of teeth, I would probably try to hide it too. It probably was a hell of a problem when it came to eating, accidentally biting the inside of one’s tongue or cheek, would be horrendously painful.

I ran because, of course, he had ran after me, rather than simply saying, “HEY! WHATS THE PROBLEM?” or something along those lines. I didn’t really have the courage to face someone so intimidating, and with the expression that he had given me prior to running after me, it was absolutely terrifying.

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Time skip

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The air was cold, my shoes had been lost a couple stores back, my bare feet freezing upon the pavement below. The moon, a half moon, shone down from the sky, lighting the streets of the town/village to what would have been a warming glow, if I didn’t feel so… watched.

I was headed back to my hotel room, as fast as I could without looking suspicious, like some kind of theif in the night, or hurting myself by either stepping on a sharp stone or tripping on a loose rock. I couldn’t believe that my shoes would have been sunk into the deep mud so quickly, nor expected the mud to be so deep.

It was foolish for me to think that wearing a t-shirt to rush to the gift stop that late in the night, hoping that I could grab the last cool looking mask before they shut down for the night, but I got there too late, and it had closed before I had even arrived.

Goosebumps not only rose upon my arm because it was cold however, I felt like I was being followed and watched by someone. I had a feeling that this person was dangerous, as why would someone trustworthy try to hide themselves while watching someone else?

“Ok, Cassidy, you can do this. You’re just a few more blocks away from the hotel, just a cold win, you aren’t in any danger.” I told myself, wrapping my arms around myself to keep me warm.

I could suddenly hear the clicking upon the cobble of a nearby alleyway, the nearby alleyway that I was just in front of passing. Another’s footsteps no doubt.

It felt like I was being watched by something other than a simple mugger or criminal. More like something monstrous and supernatural.

“Oh, on the contrary, my dear, you are very much in danger.” A male voice said. I could recognize the voice as belonging to Abraham, Salvador’s advisor. Why was he out here at such a time? Sure, that question could also be asked to me, but I don’t think he would have been rushed to a store to buy something before they close, like I was.

I stopped, confused, and looked around to try to locate him. “Wha? Who’s there?” I asked, although still recognizing the voice, I still let like I needed to ask.

Eventually I saw his silhouette standing in the alleyway that I had stopped in front of. Luckily, I was still mostly in the streets, and wasn’t directly in arm’s length, which would have made me completely worried even more.

“H-hi, Abraham, just headed back to my hotel, I’ll get there in around 5 minutes…” I began, “and in danger of what? I just see you and I out here.”

Abraham stepped out of the alleyway and out into the street, I could see some kind of odd look in his eyes, but I didn’t question it as he always had some kind of strange aura coming from him, perhaps it was just my introvertedness not agreeing with his seemingly way too much sternness.

I never felt completely comfortable with people who were stern. Always reminded me somewhat of Ms. Schreiber, in the way that she always looked down upon me, no matter how good I did with my grades or anything.

“What are you doing out here alone, anyway?” Abraham asked, “And where did your shoes go off to?” He looked like he was somewhat sizing me up, which was something I wasn’t expecting from him at all.

I sighed.

“I underestimated the deepness of a mud puddle back there,” I replied, pointing towards where the mud puddle had been, “I was trying to reach the gift shop before they had closed, I saw something that I believed I may have wanted, but wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to see anything else, so I decided to wait a bit.”

I shrugged.

“But I got there too late, and they had closed before I managed to get there.”

I sheepishly laughed under my breath, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I would be suggesting that you let me assist you back to the hotel, too many dangers out here at night, especially for someone who is as such as young and feeble as you.” Abraham offered, gently wrapping his arm around my own and began to lead me down the road to the hotel.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take to being called feeble as a compliment or an insult. Abraham was seemingly always so stoic and grumpy, that I never knew if he had liked someone or not, or even felt happy or not, or was complimenting someone or insulting them.

I didn’t complain as getting help from someone, always made me feel a little bit liked, and by someone who I knew even by a little bit usually made me feel a little more uncomfortable than being lead by someone whom I didn’t know.

However, I still didn’t feel like I had been saved from any kind of danger. Although now, I didn’t feel any safer, now with Abraham somewhat confirming my suspicions of being in danger, the dangers that I feared hadn’t been revealed to be any specific kind.

Was it thieves? Muggers? Murderers?

What?

I didn’t necessarily feel any safer.

“I must have a talk with your parents tomorrow morning, they must keep a closer eye on you, they can’t just let you wander off during the night.” Abraham explained, patting my hand, almost like how a Victorian gentleman would have to a Victorian lady.

I could see the hotel’s front doors soon, and although I expected Abraham to walk me to the front doors, he had stopped me in front of another alleyway.

“Why have we stopped?” I asked, “The doors of the hotel are over there, isn’t it?”

I was genuinely confused.

Abraham sighed and begins leading me into the said alleyway.

“They always locked the front doors of the hotel at night, but they always leave the back door unlocked for any patrons of the hotel.” Abraham explained.

I actually doubted that piece of information, but I didn’t find any kind of fact that disproved it from being true. I really didn’t want to go into a dark place with anyone, but fighting against Abraham’s attempts, the thought of it, made me feel strangely even more scared than being alone did.

He had led me into the alleyway and to the back of it, where the back door of the hotel was.

He opened the door for me, and I only found it proper to thank him for his offer to protect me.

“Thank you, sir, and may I ask, what kind of dangers were you talking about? I have barely heard about the presence of thieves or muggers anywhere, in the papers or the news…” I asked, raising an eyebrow .

I then saw a very intimidating smile spread over his face, which was something that sent a terrible chill down my spine. I have never seen him smile this big, let alone ever really seen him smile at all.

The look in his eyes, the look that I had thought I saw as he had exited the alleyway prior returned, but this time, didn’t fade away like before.

“Well, my dear, that would be me…” He chuckled, as he suddenly slammed the door closed before I could have entered it. His eyes suddenly, changed from what appeared to be normal human eyes, to more beastly. The whites of his eyes became black, and his irises red.

I naturally began backing away as he began cornering me. He began transforming in front of my eyes. I couldn’t really see much changing about his face, but I could see tentacles pulling themselves out from underneath his collar, and feathers suddenly growing out from underneath his robes behind him.

I could somewhat see what appeared to be an extra pair of arms emerging from under his original pair, as the crease of the front of his garments somewhat blew apart in the slight breeze.

“Wh, what?” I stammered, trying to think up a plan to escape, a plan that would be a bit more complex that running away as I knew that there was a very high possibility that Abraham was faster than me by far.

“You, my dear, will be a fine feast for the king…” Abraham hissed, his grin being far more toothy than before.

I took no more time to turn and run, I also heard someone else wandering somewhere nearby, and I was hoping that they would have helped me and saved me from this traumatic experience.

I didn’t know how I was able to get to the end of the alleyway before being caught, but I managed to throw myself into the streets and in the open air. Harold was sweeping up some of the rubbish and the stones that had been littered around the entrance.

Perhaps the hotel DIDN’T lock its front doors at night?

“Cassidy, you’re up late.” He said, before realizing that my expression showed absolute terror, “What’s wrong?”

Suddenly, Abraham bolted out of the alleyway, and I thought that I was going to die immediately until Harold threw himself in between Abraham and I.

“Leave her alone, you…” Harold growled, but was interrupted by Abraham.

“Hello, Harold.” Abraham said, his tone filled with distaste.

Harold’s expression changed to slightly shocked, mixed with his own fear.

“Abraham? You?” Harold asked.

Abraham slowly walked further out of the shadows of the alleyway, slowly approaching Harold as if he expected Harold to run and leave me for dead. But Harold stayed put.

“I do not wish to hurt you tonight, so I would suggest handing her back over to me now.” Abraham sneered, holding out a hand, expecting Harold to give in and give me back to him.

Harold, however, did not do such a thing.

“Over my dead body.” He hissed, pushing me backwards towards the front doors, “Get inside.” He hissed to me.

I tried to run for the door, but I then could see someone on the other side. I grabbed the door handle and tried to get it open, but I found that the door had been locked from the other side! Who in the world would have locked it? Was it someone who hoped that they wouldn’t have to get into the fray if the person that Abraham was going for was captured and would just leave? Or was it someone who worked for or with him, helping him out?

It didn’t really matter, I was still locked out of the building either way.

“Someone locked the door, Harold. I cannot get inside.” I whispered.

“Cowards.” Harold hissed, underneath his breath.

Abraham continued to smirk, suggesting that the person who had closed the door had been under his thumb and was working for or with him, to ensure that he had successfully gotten to me.

Suddenly, I could hear Harold wince as a slicing noise could be heard.

I saw Harold stumble a bit, holding his face, but he did not fall. I could see blood on his hand as he removed it from his face, Abraham must have attacked him, I saw blood on Abraham’s claws, so it wasn’t a far stretch from the imagination.

I began pulling and pounding upon the doors, calling out for someone’s assistance, someone other than the bastard who locked me and Harold out, to unlock the door and let us in. Sure, that locking the door may not have kept Abraham out for long, but it would give us enough time to get help from someone who knew how to deal with these kinds of creatures.

But no one came.

I could hear Harold trying to fight back from Abraham, as Abraham continued to claw him up with his talons and his claws, but most of Harold’s attempts were nothing compared to the brute strength that Abraham had.

I could see blood dripping down from Harold’s body, and his standing position was growing weaker and weaker. I didn’t know what to do, if Harold was going to survive this, and I wasn’t going to be kidnapped or captured by Abraham, I would have had to pull Harold down to the emergency station to get him some serious help. Probably would need to go to the trauma center.

“Haven’t you had enough blood for tonight?” Harold gasped for air, trying to sound intimidating as best as he could, through the pain and suffering that he must have been pushing through.

“I told you, I’m here for the girl, not you. All you have to do is hand her over.” Abraham snarled, slashing Harold in the face again.

Harold staggered again, blinking several times to get the blood out of his eyes.

“And I told YOU, over my dead body!” He growled back.

Abraham’s expression turned back to slightly amused, but still frustrated and tired from the resistance that he had been given.

“Very well, I can deal with that. I skipped dinner anyway!” He growled, grabbing Harold by his collar and pulling him up into the air. Harold struggled and tried to pull out of Abraham’s grip, but was unable to, his weakened state, let alone his normal state, was no match for the strength that Abraham’s werecreature form had.

I ignored the absolutely disgusting sloppy noises that had transpired afterwards, as Abraham began eating Harold whole, starting with his head. I only tried to use that as a distraction, to run past Abraham, around the fences, and get back to the streets.

Perhaps I could see through an unblocked window of some other building, to get someone’s attention and assistance, but I was grabbed in what I could only feel was a bunch of tentacles, around my ankle and I fell to the floor and was dragged backwards.

I struggled and thrashed as even more tentacles clouded my vision and wrapped me in some kind of cocoon like thing as I was held there, until Abraham had finished Harold off. I could hear Harold screaming and struggling to get out and fight against being digested.

The space around me got tighter before I could feel Abraham quickly moving away from his spot and it felt like he was crawling up the wall.

“Poor child, not knowing what is in store for you.” He whispered, tightening his grip on me even more, before running off elsewhere.

Inside of my prison was sticky, as one would imagine being trapped in a cage made of tentacles, or a cage with tiny grippy hands that messed with you ever so often.

Soon, the footsteps from outside changed from hard concrete to soft grass and twigs. I could hear other footsteps accompanying Abraham’s, and the wind began to blow a bit harder.

Finally, I could hear Salvador’s voice, sounding rather pleased by Abraham’s actions.

“Good job, Abraham.” He grinned slyly, as Abraham dumped me out of his tail and onto the ground amongst the slightly wet grass. It felt like I was covered in a very thin goopy film, but I didn’t really concern myself with it.

I couldn’t stop shaking, as it was a mix of fear and the coldness of the air around me. The wind did not help keep my warm.

I couldn’t lift my head to meet Salvador’s eye contact as he slowly approached me, I was too scared to even think of doing so. I dug my fingers into the grass as hard as I could to distract me from the horrendous events occurring around me.

I could feel a vibration in my pocket, someone texting me, probably my parents wondering where I was. But I couldn’t text them back, I couldn’t move, in fear of being hurt by trying to contact help, to have someone come save me from this whole thing.

“I dreamt about you last night.” Sal hummed, grinning as he bent down and tipped my head up with a fingertip underneath my chin, forcing me to make eye contact with him. His expression showed calm mischief, a terrifying mix for someone who was probably intending me some kind of harm.

“You looked the same as you did last week, and you were beautiful.” He whispered, “And now, no one will get to see your beauty but me.” He tweaked my nose before kissing it.

“And do you really think that after you’ve discovered my secret, that you’d just be able to get away with it?” He asked, smiling wider, “That you would be just let off without punishment?”

Although I could see it was Salvador, he didn’t seem like the man that I had met before.

“Wh-who are you?” I asked, merely out of instinct. I did not really wish to ask him a question of any kind, as I did not wish to begin a conversation. My introvertedness, even prior to this whole event, wouldn’t have allowed me to do it, unless he had started the conversation himself.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Salvador asked, he sounded although shocked, calm, or even a bit amused.

I began regretting asking him the question, let alone anything.

“You haven’t heard about the rumors of the werecreature’s?” Abraham asked, although Sal looked like he was going to ask the same thing.

“I-I thought they were simply rumors…” I whimpered, I could feel my hands begin to quiver, and my mind was too full of fear to click things together.

“You really DON’T know who I am?” Sal asked, wrapped his entire hand underneath my chin, digging his claws into my cheeks. I tried my best to keep the tears that threatened to run down my face to stay, as I did not wish to show any more weakness than I already was.

I didn’t respond to him in any way, I did not wish to continue our conversation, I knew that the moment I tried to talk, I would have burst out into tears.

“I would have sworn that you would have realized it the moment you had seen me.” He chuckled, baring his teeth, revealing them to be knife-like, “You, my poor child, are so nieve.”

“I say we deal with her now, before someone get suspicious and realizes that she’s gone.” Abraham suggested, sounding unamused.

“Agreed, advisor.” Sal growled, still smiling. I could see something change about him, as if he was transforming into something else.

“Please, I thought you were in pain! I wanted to see if you were ok! I didn’t mean to see anything!” I began to plead, believing that I was going to either die by being torn to shreds, or being eaten alive, “Please, sir, please don’t kill me!”

Salvador’s grin turned to be more amused, than simple intimidation.

“Please? Oh, I like it when you say that.” He smirked, he pulled my face closer to his, his face was mostly pressed into the side of mine, “Do it again.” He hummed.

“Awe, she cares!” Abraham sarcastically cooed, I could hear him cracking his knuckles behind me. I was worried that he was just about to attack me or something.

But before he could do such a thing, Salvador picked me up, tucked me underneath his arm and then began walking deeper into the forest. I naturally, on instinct, began trying to squirm, but was naturally unable to get out of his grip.

Suddenly, I could feel Salvador beginning to change around me, I could both hear and feel his clothing strain to stay around him, and I could hear some of the threads snapping apart. I could feel fur beginning to grow and cover his rapidly growing body, as he walked.

“You’re going to be my little caged, princess, and soon…” Salvador began, but he was interrupted by Abraham.

“This was NOT what I was talking about Sal.” He grumbled.

“And so what about what you meant?” Sal asked, “YOU aren’t the ruler, are you?”

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OR

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“You’re going to be my little caged princess, and soon…” Salvador began, my fear completely drowned out the rest of what he had said. But I caught a glance at Abraham, who looked frustrated, as if THIS wasn’t what he had meant when he had said, “Deal with her.”

As Salvador’s transformation continued, the fur began being tightly pressed up against my body. And despite me being absolutely filled with terror, it was thick and warm, counteracting the cold weather surrounding us. Allowing my fear to be overridden somewhat, or at least, just to the point where I could understand the conversation between Salvador and Abraham.

“And it looks like you got yourself a good meal.” Sal commented, passing by several strange looking rocks with runes on them, “Who did you end up eating Abraham?”

Abraham sighed and rubbed his face tiredly.

“Oh, you know, Harold tried to get in the way between me and Cassidy, tried to face me, and, well, we all know how that turned out.” Abraham replied, he sounded like he wanted to go to bed, but I thought that werecreatures were nocturnal… oh well.

I could see Harold still weakly trying to struggle, but I could also see small red splotches in between the robe’s opening, signaling that there were more blood in his stomach than there used to be. Telling me that Harold was closer to death than before.

“Too bad, I always liked that poor sap.” Sal sighed, “Anyway, it’s way past midnight and I believe it would be much more dangerous to stay out past then. I’ll need to spend more time with the little one before sunrise anyway.”

He tightened his grip around me for a bit, before he patted my face.

“Seriously, you gotta deal with her before then, as someone WILL come after her.” Abraham grumbled.

“And do you doubt my fighting abilities?” Sal asked, squinting his eyes, as he watched Abraham skulk into the darkness and thickness of the trees, before turning around and entering some kind of cave system.  

Here is version three

Oh, and something to note before saying anything further, the reason why he is flirting with the MC, is not just because he thinks she is cute, its because of the symbol on her forehead. (Kind of a special symbol that is about a royal werecreature or something....)

Also, the name of the MC might change, i usually write MY name there whether or not it is ACTUALLY me, or if it is someone else. Its easier to write myself as the MC, as I know how to write myself...

Also, anything in (), are notes that are not going to be in the finish product, its an author’s note, as well as giving some context to anyone who can help me with this.

Forest version lines

I began hearing some kind of odd moaning or whining sounds coming from the room down the left of the hall, which made me worry that someone was in pain, hurting, or in need of some help. Of course, as myself, I didn’t have the strength or knowledge to help them directly, but I could get someone who could, after figuring out what the problem indeed was.

So, I jogged down the hall and found myself standing in front of the door that supposedly was the entrance to Salvador’s room.

It had been slightly left open, and it had appeared to have been slightly forced open at one point. I could see the door slightly off of its correct angle, and the screws had been loosened a bit. There were claw marks somewhat on the floor and around the door handle.

I put my eye to the door to peek inside, as I did not wish to be barging into a place where maybe, possibly, in fact no one was hurt, but rather maybe straining to pick something up, or had simply scratched themselves and needed no medical attention.

The closet had been thrown open, some of the clothing inside had been messed around with, seemingly in some sort of hurry. Some lay upon the floor of the closet, as they had slipped off of their hangers and not picked up afterwards.

I could see something that looked like the toe of a busted up shoe peeking out from a box in the back corner of the closet, which made me wonder what could have busted up such a thing in such a way. Not that I really was concerned about it at the moment.

Salvador was standing in front of a tall mirror, messing with something with his face. Which made me a bit confused. Did he cut his face?

As I saw no sign of blood anywhere, I did not think that there was an actual problem. And so, I was about to lean back into the hallway, to return to my own hotel room, when Salvador turned his head and saw me peeking.

Now that’s when I saw what he had been doing.

In his hand was his fake teeth, which wasn’t something that I didn’t know about, everyone knew that he had fake teeth, but it was his REAL teeth that shocked me. They were FANGS! Thick, sharp, monstrous looking fangs, like those of a… wolf!

His expression changed to a bit of shock, before becoming a curious mix of frustration and playfulness. I didn’t think it was possible to have an expression with those mixed, but he managed to pull it off.

I backed up into the hall, frantically, as he had quickly ran after me, towards the door.

I thought he was simply just going to slam the door and enter back inside. I would have had gotten a talk to later, but at least I had somewhat of a good reason to try to see inside of the room. I thought he was hurt, or in pain!

But instead, as I sheepishly crept down the hallway, trying to push the heated temperature out of my head and elsewhere, I heard the door somewhat slam open.

I flinched as I slowly turned around, I couldn’t describe the feeling of building suspense filling up inside of me. Salvador leaned out of his room, his hand gripping onto the side of the door frame, digging his fingers into it, somehow, somewhat causing divots into the wood. Wow, this guy was strong. His expression showed, well, a bit of taunting, but also mischief.

“Oh, Cassidy, come here please~” He slowly cooed, slowly motioning me over to come to him.

I did not feel safe anymore around him, but for a different reason. I did not think that this was simply because I had seemingly tried to get into his room without being invited. I must have seen something that I was not supposed to have seen.

Perhaps his fangs?

I did not, in fact, return to him, in fear of what he might have done to me if he had gotten his hands on me now. There must have been a reason why he didn’t want people to know about his fangs, and I wasn’t planning to wait another moment to find that reason out.

So, instead of walking over to him, I began to slowly back away, intending to hopefully silently, plead as an apology to my intrusion. Hoping that maybe, he didn’t know what I specifically saw his fangs, or at least, not until he had turned around, and that I did not question it.

“I said, come here, kid,” Salvador slowly, but still harshly whispered, stepping out into the hall.

I began trying to think up a reason why I had to leave at that moment, without going up to him.

“Uh, I think I just heard my mom call me from my hotel room, I gotta go see what she wants…” I stuttered, putting my hands up, before quickening my pace backwards.

Salvador stopped a bit, as if trying to hear for my mother’s voice, before his expression turned to slight mockery.

“Funny, I don’t hear anything apart from our own breathing, lass.” He said, “And I have bloody damn good hearing.”

I didn’t continue to make any more excuses before I turned around and began running. Running for what I felt like was my life.

“Ooh, a chase! How fun!” I could hear him grumble behind me, as he began running after me.

His footsteps sounded heavier and louder than I thought that they would have, even for someone with his body type, (not judging, I don’t have a thin body either), and I was amazed that I hadn’t been caught almost immediately, as I wasn’t the fastest runner. I wasn’t known for my speed.

At first, I was intending to find the stairs, but then I realized that I had already missed them, as they were on the other side of the building, so I then decided for aiming for the elevator, perhaps I could get to it before Salvador caught up to me?

I managed to duck through several side halls, jumping over some maid carts and stuff, hoping to maybe slow Salvador down, but when I looked back to see how close he was, I simply saw him effortlessly lead over them, without even a single attempt to use his arms to assist him!

How strong was this guy?

I could finally see the elevator in sight, I could see Abraham walk into it and press the button. He didn’t even seem to see me as I basically slammed into the door right after it had closed.

I wasn’t foolish enough to try banging on it, pleading for Abraham on the inside to open the door again, as the elevator had been already making its way down. I ran down the hall to the left, hoping that it would bring me back around to where the stairs were, hoping to get back down to my mother and father, who had said that they were having coffee at the bakery across the street.

I could suddenly hear Salvador’s footsteps becoming weaker, not as close, to my happiness, allowing me to get to the stairs and rush down them.

My feet pounded into the carpet and out the front door, into the streets.

I only stopped to catch my breath as I opened the front doors of the coffee shop, where I knew that if I was caught, there would be plenty of people to see me and rescue me. Not that I really worried that Sal was going to kill me, but you never knew.

I looked around for my parents, and I could see them sitting at a table in the back corner. I sighed, before making my way over to where they sat.

“Cassidy? What are you doing here?” Mom asked as I approached them.

I didn’t feel like they would believe me if I told them the truth of why I was there, so I just said what I could.

“I was feeling lonely, and since you were so close, I decided to walk over here.” I explained, sitting down in the empty chair at the table.

The server had soon passed by the table again and asked me if I had wanted anything. So I ordered a hot cocoa and a piece of chocolate cake, to my parent’s somewhat surprise, and when I got it, I could feel like I was being watched by someone who I wasn’t happy about being watched by.

I glanced out the window and saw Salvador standing outside and looking in through the window, staring straight at me, with a grin that told me that I had just escaped something that could have ended with something horrendous.

I just looked away and focused upon my drink and food until my parents and I had finished our breakfasts.

Mom and dad payed both of the bills and led me outside of the building. By that time Sal had moved on, somewhere else, or at least, I couldn’t see him anymore. I was glad about that, but I was worrying about where he indeed was. At least I had my parents with me.

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Time skip

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The next morning, I decided to go to the coffee shop with my parents, so I grabbed my cellphone, which my parents knew about, as well as my sketchbooks and laptop, as I felt like those were my most valuable possessions that I absolutely COULDN’T live without, just in case Sal decided to snoop around my room to figure out where I had been or what I had done or things that I deemed very private. That included my drawings and stories, despite them not having anything to do with him.

It was very rare that I would have even shown my parents my drawings and stories, you know, they were very private, and my parents were known to be very judgmental and apt to jump to conclusions that they do not need to jump to.

We sat at the same table, this time, and the same server came by and took our orders and whatnot. I ordered the same thing again, and I was about to think that this whole morning would have been the same way that it had been the morning before. Just a breakfast with my parents in the coffee shop, or at least, the only disturbance would be Sal looking through the window.

However, soon after the server walked away with our orders, Sal approached the table. He looked calm, happy, as if he had planned to do something and was expecting it to go absolutely perfectly.

“Hello again, fancy seeing you here!” He said, sounding rather pleased.

“Hello, Sal!” Dad replied, “How’s it going?”

“I’m doing good,” Sal sighed, “I just wanted to know if Cassidy was free to do some stargazing on Wednesday night this week. It’s supposed to be the night where the stars would be the brightest and I wanted to know if she’d be free at that point.”

Mom and Dad looked at each other and shrugged.

I on the other hand flushed, I was terrified, I did not wish to be left alone with Salvador for a single moment.

“Come on, Cassidy, what do you say?” Mom asked.

“I, uh.” I stammered.

“Is there a reason why you don’t want to take him up on his offer?” Mom asked, “He’s a very nice man, and this is a great time to see the stars!”

I blushed, worried, absolutely terrified that my parents were taking the side of the person who quite terrifyingly chased me down the hall back to my room, and now I was regretting my decision to not call them and tell them what had happened immediately.

“Well, lets just say yes, until something comes up and she cannot go then,” Dad said, nodding.

“Great!” Sal said, excitedly, “Excited to see you then!”

He walked off and sat down at a different table, before another server went over to take his order.

I sank down in my chair, pissed off secretly that my parents decided to answer Salvador for me, something that I never thought that they would do, especially with someone whom we had only met for around a week and a half.

(The reason this happened is because werecreatures have pheromones that would make people more susceptible to people agreeing with them, of course, they only use this at a minimum due to them having to use effort to use them. So, they are very selective about how and when they use it. Also, although people CAN resist it, it is hardest when you aren’t entirely sure that it is being used on your or at all).

My parents began talking about some other topic, as if the conversation with Salvador had never occurred in the first place, which to be honest, I didn’t really notice due to my embarrassment and uncomfortableness. I could hear what sounded like a buzzing inside of my head, a noise that I always heard when I felt absolutely terrified of something that was going to come up, like going to work, having my pelvis exam, and, well, now this.

I didn’t say anything for the rest of the breakfast, I ate my cake and drank my cocoa in silence, thinking about the odd decision of my parents and stuff. Typically they would never let anyone go off with my on my own, let alone with someone whom we have met super recently.

After a while, mom, dad and I left the coffee shop and headed back to the hotel. I didn’t even use my laptop or my sketchbooks while thee, although to be honest, using them wasn’t necessarily the reason I brought them in the first place. I just wanted to make sure that Sal didn’t end up going to my room and snooping through my stuff.

But I guess I didn’t really need to worry about it, as Sal was already here.

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Time skip

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Mom and dad had set me up for everything, mom gave me the map to the forest, a flashlight, and some snacks. I tied my shoes and exited the hotel with an immense amount of worry in my chest and head.

I couldn’t believe that my parents had set me up for this, I couldn’t believe that I didn’t tell them what had happened and the reason for my uncomfortableness around Salvador. Every time I seemed to have gathered the courage, either Sal himself or Abraham came out and began interacting with my parents!

I walked down the street slowly, hoping to think up maybe a plan to defend myself from what possibly Sal would do to me. Perhaps I would run away, which would hurt me to leave all my stories and stuff behind, but then again, I could leave them behind as well if I had died from Sal, but you know.

Despite trying to be as slow as I could, it was surprising to me at how quickly I had gotten to the entrance to the forest. I stood and stared at the entrance staring at the trees, and then at the stars. I had to admit, although they were indeed pretty, they didn’t seem to be any brighter than any other night.

I could have chocked that up to the fact that I wasn’t an astrologist, and I never really thought about how bright stars were. I was always either sleeping or typing up stories before bed, to really worry about the brightness of the stars. Still, it all seemed fishy, it seemed fishy from the very beginning.

But I couldn’t turn back now, I guess, so I took my first step into the forest and entered.

At first, the walk seemed rather peaceful, the feint wind pushing by me, the crunch of the leaves under my feet, and the rustles of the tree branches. If I had my parents were with me, I would have found this peaceful at the very beginning. But under these specific circumstances, everything seemed like they had an underlying sense of dread.

As I slowly continued through the forest, I wondered when I was going to encounter Salvador, as he WAS the one who had invited me here. Had he simply invited me there to get mugged, or simply lost and die of starvation?

Suddenly, I heard an extra crunch of a twig behind me, or somewhere around me, that I knew wasn’t my own, to which I had stopped to make sure if I had actually heard it, or perhaps I was hearing things due to how nervous I was.

Although the noise came again, it also came with the wind, so if anyone was out there, following me, it was either Salvador, someone who was being very tactical about making noises with the wind, or nothing.

I continued walking again, this time with the thought in mind that I was being followed.

The sounds began to get louder, and quicker, and I realized that if I did not speed up I would have been caught by whoever or whatever had been behind me.

I sped up, and actually began running as I could hear the cracking of the twigs and leaves become quicker and louder than before.

I ran into a clearing, to where I looked behind me to see if anything had followed me out, only to then bump into something in front of me. I freaked out at first, but quickly found that it was Salvador, whom, at that time, due to the scariness of what I had just exited from, was quite safe, or at least compared.

“Hello, lass.” Sal said, his voice not exactly as calming or reassuring that I was hoping for, but rather in a tone that suggested that he knew exactly what I was running from and that he was planning on me to be chased, but I just hoped that it wasn’t the case, and that my introvertedness was just playing tricks on me.

“Hello, Sal.” I whispered.

“Nice to see that you actually took me up on the offer, ever since the big mistake you made last week,” He whispered, “I never thought that you would really fall for it.”

My face dropped, and I began backing away as he reached out for me.

Oh great, this was what I was worried about.

“Wh-what?” I stuttered, looking around me for something I could grab and use as either a distraction or weapon. I was hoping for a distraction as I did not wish to actually hurt anyone, even as I was probably going to be hurt, or kidnapped by Sal.

“Oh, don’t you see? You never thought that I would come back to get you after you saw my secret?” He asked, walking towards me, “You really think that after you saw my secret, that I wouldn’t come back for you and you wouldn’t get some sort of punishment?”

I could hear some more movement coming from the forest. I looked behind me and saw Abraham exiting the mass of trees and into the clearing.

“Good job Abraham,” Sal said, “You did better than I expected.”

Abraham rolled his eyes, annoyed by the fact that Sal had even the thought that he couldn’t have done what he did.

“You underestimate my abilities, sir.” He muttered.

Sal turned to look back to me, to which I had been forced by instinct to the ground and curl up into a ball, my hands over my head, almost as if I was trying to shrink into non-existence, despite knowing that it was quite impossible for me to do so.

I couldn’t even possibly think to lift my head to meet Salvador’s eye contact as he slowly approached me. I dug my fingers into my scalp, especially into the part that I always found itchy all the time, as hard as I could to distract me from the horrendous events occurring around me.

I could feel a vibration in my pocket, someone texting me, probably my parents wondering how I was doing. But I couldn’t text them back, I couldn’t move, in fear of being hurt by trying to contact help, to have someone come save me from this whole thing.

“I dreamt about you last night.” Sal hummed, grinning as he bent down and tipping my head up with a fingertip underneath my chin, forcing me to make eye contact with him. His expression showed calm mischief, a terrifying mix for someone who was probably intending me some kind of harm.

“You looked the same as you did last week, and you were beautiful.” He whispered, “And now, no one will get to see your beauty but me.” He tweaked my nose before kissing it.

Although I could see it was Salvador, he didn’t seem like the man that I had met before.

“Wh-who are you?” I asked, merely out of instinct. I did not really wish to ask him a question of any kind, as I did not wish to begin a conversation. My introvertedness, even prior to this whole event, wouldn’t have allowed me to do it, unless he had started the conversation himself.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Salvador asked, he sounded although shocked, calm, or even a bit amused.

I began to regret asking him the question, let alone anything.

“You haven’t heard about the rumors of the werecreatures?” Abraham asked, although Sal looked like he was going to ask the same thing.

“I-I thought they were simply rumors…” I whimpered, I could feel my hands begin to quiver, and my mind was too full of fear to click things together.

“You really DON’T know who I am?” Sal asked, wrapping his entire hand underneath my chin, digging his claws into my cheeks. I tried my best to keep the tears that threatened to run down my face to stay in, I did not wish to show any more weakness than I already was.

I didn’t respond to him in any way, I did not wish to continue our conversation, I knew that the moment I tried to talk, I would have burst out in tears.

“I would have sworn you would have realized it the moment you had seen me.” He chuckled, baring his teeth, revealing his knife-like teeth, “You, my poor child, are so nieve.”

“I say we deal with her now, before someone gets suspicious and realizes that she’s gone.” Abraham suggested, sounding unamused.

“Agreed, advisor.” Sal growled, still smiling. I could see something change about him, as if he was transforming into something else.

“Please, I thought you were in pain! I wanted to see if you were ok! I didn’t mean to see anything!” I began to plead, believing that I was going to either die by being torn to shreds, or being eaten alive, “Please, sir, please don’t kill me!”

Salvador’s grin turned to be more amused, than simple intimidation.

“Please? Oh, I like it when you say that.” He smirked, he pulled my face closer to his, his face was mostly pressed into the side of mine. “Do it again.” He hummed.

“Awe, she cares!” Abraham sarcastically cooed, I could hear him cracking his knuckles behind me. I was worried that he was just about to attack me or something.

But before he could do such a thing, Salvador picked me up, tucked me underneath his arm and then began walking deeper into the forest. I naturally, on instinct, began trying to squirm, but was naturally unable to get out of his grip.

Suddenly, I could feel Salvador beginning to change around me, I could both hear and feel his clothing strain to stay around him, and I could hear some of the threads snapping apart. I could feel fur beginning to grow and cover his rapidly growing body, as he walked.

“You’re going to be my little caged princess, and soon…” Salvador began, but he was interrupted by Abraham.

“This is NOT what I was talking about Sal.” He grumbled.

“And so what about what you meant?” Sal asked, “YOU aren’t the ruler, are you?”

-

Or

“You’re going to be my little caged princess, and soon…” Salvador began, my fear completely drowned out the rest of what he had said. But I caught a glance at Abraham, who looked frustrated, as if THIS wasn’t what he had meant when he said, “deal with her.”

As Salvador’s transformation continued, the fur began being tightly pressed up against my body. And despite me being absolutely filled with terror, it was thick and warm, counteracting the cold weather surrounding us. Allowing my fear to be overridden somewhat, or at least, just to the point where I could understand the conversation between Salvador and Abraham.

“And it looks like you got yourself a good meal.” Sal commented, passing by several strange looking rocks with runes on them, “Who did you end up eating Abraham?”

Abraham sighed and rubbed his face tiredly.

“Oh you know, Harold tried to get in the way between me and Cassidy, tried to face me, and, well, we all know how that turned out.” Abraham replied, he sounded like he wanted to go to bed, but I thought that werecreatures were nocturnal… oh well.

-

It cannot be Harold, or known to be Harold, as he wasn't even MENTIONED in this version...

-

“Too bad, I always liked that poor sap.” Sal sighed, “Anyway, it’s way past midnight and I believe it would be much more dangerous to stay out past then. I’ll need to spend some more time with the little one before sunrise anyway.”

He tightened his grip around me for a bit, before he patted my face.

“Seriously, you gotta deal with her before then, as someone WILL come looking for her.” Abraham grumbled.

“And you doubt my fighting abilities?” Sal asked, squinting his eyes, as he watched Abraham skulk into the darkness and thickness of the trees, before turning around and entering some kind of cave system.

Version 4

And yes, there are ORS in these as well, but only as minor ideas. I don't truly need help with the ORS. I just put these in here for giving full contexts. 

And yes, Harold will be eaten.

Chair version

I began hearing some kind of odd moaning or whining sounds coming from the room down the left of the hall, which made me worry that someone was in pain, hurting, or in need of some help. Of course, as myself, I didn’t have the strength or knowledge to help them directly, but I could get someone who could, after figuring out what the problem indeed was.

So, I jogged down the hall and found myself standing in front of the door that supposedly was the entrance to Salvador’s room.

It had been slightly left open, and it had appeared to have been slightly forced open at one point. I could see the door slightly off of its correct angle, and the screws had been loosened a bit. There were claw marks somewhat on the floor and around the door handle.

I put my eye to the door to peek inside, as I did not wish to be barging into a place where maybe, possibly, in fact no one was hurt, but rather maybe straining to pick something up, or had simply scratched themselves and needed no medical attention.

The closet had been thrown open, some of the clothing inside had been messed around with, seemingly in some sort of hurry. Some lay upon the floor of the closet, as they had slipped off of their hangers and not picked up afterwards.

I could see something that looked like the toe of a busted up shoe peeking out from a box in the back corner of the closet, which made me wonder what could have busted up such a thing in such a way. Not that I really was concerned about it at the moment.

Salvador was standing in front of a tall mirror, messing with something with his face. Which made me a bit confused, did he cut his face?

As I saw no sign of blood anywhere, I did not think that there was an actual problem. And so, I was about to lean back into the hallway, to return to my own hotel room, when Salvador turned his head and saw me peeking.

Now that’s when I saw what he had been doing.

In his hand was his fake teeth, which wasn’t something that I didn’t know about, everyone knew that he had fake teeth, but it was his REAL teeth that shocked me. They were FANGS! Thick, sharp, monstrous looking fangs, like those of a… wolf!

His expression changed to a bit of shock, before becoming a curious mix of frustration and playfulness. I didn’t think it was possible to have an expression with those mixed, but he managed to pull it off.

I backed up into the hall, frantically as he ran after me, towards the door.

I bolted down the hall, towards the direction of my hotel room. I could hear his footsteps after me, but luckily, I could hear someone else headed up the stairs to the floor that I was on. Thank the lord.

I ducked into the maintenance hall, the hall that connected to nearly every other hallway that the 2nd floor had, and that included my own hotel room. I ducked and weaved through and past the maintenance carts and trolleys, and although I didn’t hear Salvador’s footsteps after me for a while, I did not think I was safe until I was in my hotel room, where my cellphone was, so I could call my parents, even to just talk to them to calm myself down, rather than tell them what I had seen.

I threw myself into my hotel room and slammed the door closed behind me, I pinned my back up against the door, panting like a mad person. My head was light and my vision swam. My body did not like it when I ran, as it was not made to do so.

I didn’t hear Salvador’s booming footsteps approaching the other side of the door, to my relief, and I reached up to lock the door.

After managing to catch my breath, I got up off of the floor and went to lay down upon my bed, to grab my cellphone, connect to the Wi-Fi and watch some Youtube videos to calm down.

I didn’t really think much of it, the whole fact that Salvador had sharp teeth, I mean, if I had that I probably would try to hide it too. It probably was a hell of a problem when it came to eating, accidentally biting the inside of one’s cheek, or tongue, would be horrendously painful.

I ran because of course, he had ran after me, rather than simply saying, “HEY! WHATS THE PROBLEM?” or something along those lines. I didn’t really have the courage to face someone so intimidating, and with the expression that he had given me prior to running after me, it was absolutely terrifying.

-

Time skip

-

I was typing down my vacation log into my laptop on my desk when a pair of voices from outside grabbed my attention.

I recognized one as being the bellhop, Harold, the other, to my somewhat dismay, was Salvador. I could hear something somewhat crinkling in someone’s hands.

“This is her room sir, and I must say, that she is lucky to have such a guy like you to have an eye for her!” Harold said, sounding somewhat excited, “She’ll be happy to see you!”

At first, I thought quite possibly, that maybe Salvador had come by to bring up a simple conversation about what had happened last Wednesday, to allow me to apologize for my unintended intrusion, to explain that I had thought that I heard him in pain and had only wanted to make sure that he was ok.

“Oh, she will be.” I heard Salvador reply, but his tone of voice sounded mischievously dark and scary.

Suddenly, the lights began to flicker frantically, before completely shutting off.

“Oh, great, the breaker fuse snapped again,” Harold muttered, “You go in and I’ll, wait, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE! PLEASE, NO, HAVE MERCY!”

He suddenly began pleading for his life! I could hear something being grabbed and his voice was muffled by something. I could hear somewhat wet sounding noises, as if someone was eating something large and they were sloppily dripping everywhere!

I tried to get up, but suddenly found that my wrists had been immobilized behind me! I didn’t know what was going on. Was my fear just overriding my willingness to get up and try to hide? I wasn’t stupid enough to open the door and see what was going on, I just wanted to get up to hide under the bed or in the closet, but I couldn’t.

I found that I could move my legs, allowing me to somewhat push it backwards. I was intending to tip it backwards, and hopefully use that to break whatever bonds my wrists were tied up in, but before I could do so, I could hear the door open slowly behind me.

Opening without the sound of a lock being undone.

I stopped squirming, I stopped moving. It felt like the room had dropped down to freezing temperatures, goosebumps arose on my skin and the hairs on my arm rose.

I didn’t hear any footsteps, except for two, and they were heavy. But they didn’t seem to go further from there. I didn’t feel anyone approaching me from behind, or someone rounding over to the front of the chair. Perhaps the footsteps were headed in the other direction?

“Ok, Cassidy, you can get out of this. Just a breaker popping, and you just caught your sleeve in a snag on the old chair, you aren’t in any danger.” I whispered to myself, trying to calm myself down, despite knowing that it probably wasn’t true. I most likely was in some sort of danger, as no normal person, or creature could have possibly eaten Harold, as that was what I was sure that the noise was.

I felt as though I was being watched. But what was the person waiting for? An invitation? They had already invited themselves into my room, what was stopping them from showing themselves?

I continued to try to pull on the ropes, as I could feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes. I obviously feared for my life, who wouldn’t in this situation? What was going on?

I heard the clicking of someone’s shoe against the tile entryway that was in front of the exit door, I could hear some kind of scraping against the wall.

I could hear some kind of muffled scared mumbling coming from behind me, and I knew, that I had just been being observed.

But by whom?

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that.” The voice that I could only recognize as Salvador said, sounding amused, behind me.

I jolted a bit, startled, trying to turn my head to see where he was.

“H-h-how long have you been standing there?” I stuttered, trying to push through my fear to hopefully talk myself out of this situation, mostly trying to prove to myself that I could do this, for myself, for my life.

Salvador chuckled a bit under his breath as he walked deeper into the room, closer to me. As he was still behind me, I could only see him out of my peripheral, but I could see that something about him had changed from the last time that we had seen each other.

He had appeared to be more bloated, as if he had eaten something incredibly large, and that something large was moving, flailing, trying to kick itself free. Or what could be considered as the weakest form of kicking at the universe.

Dear lord. He had EATEN Harold? ALIVE? HOW?

“I dreamt about you last night.” Sal hummed, grinning as he approached me from behind, I could feel his stomach pressing up somewhat against the back of my chair, and in turn, against my hands.

I could feel Harold somewhat still struggling from inside, due to the fact that he was so close to behind me.

He put his hands upon my shoulders, or more accurately my neck, due to how big his hands were. Despite how gentle his grip was, everything felt absolutely terrifying, I could even feel some kind of sharp objects somewhat stabbing into my skin through my t-shirt.

My fear was causing me to become lightheaded and I quickly became dizzy. The darkness began to seemingly spin around me, and it took me a lot of energy to keep myself from becoming even more frantic than before. If I were going to get out of this, and if I needed to speak, I would have had to choose my words carefully, but that was only IF I was required to speak at all.

“Wh, what are you doing here?” I whispered, my lungs burned, it felt like I had been holding my breath since forever, but I could have sworn I had been breathing at least very slowly since this whole event began.

Salvador chuckled quietly behind me, as he let go of my shoulders and began to slowly walk around to the front of the chair.

Indeed, what I had thought that I had seen in my peripheral was correct, Sal had eaten Harold. I couldn’t decipher if he had just tired out or had died, but his struggling had died down. I was surprised that Sal’s clothing hadn’t torn completely, as it was stretched even further than before. I could see the buttons somewhat straining to hold the cloth closed.

He seemed to be taller than he used to be, and his somewhat longish nails had changed to full on claws. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had grown a tail in the middle of our conversation.

“Just wanted to stop by to have a little chat with you, it’s about time, ever since that little event last week.” Salvador whispered, the smirk still upon his lips.

I could feel my face flush as my adrenalin and fear about the terrifying memories had been brought up again. I had a very large feeling that this was what it was about, but I had just hoped that this wasn’t it.

Sal looked amused as he just watched me for a moment, almost taking in my fear as if it was some sort of amusing display.

“Do you really think, that after you’ve discovered my secret, that you’d just be able to get away with it?” He asked, smiling wider, his teeth were as sharp as knives, “That you would be just let off without punishment?”

I couldn’t stop myself from shaking.

“Please, sir, please don’t kill me!” I whimpered, trying to fulfil my instinct to just curl into a ball and pretend to just shrink out of existence.

“Please, don’t do this.”

Salvador’s grin turned to more amused, than simple intimidation.

“Please? Oh, I like it when you say that.” He smirked, he tilted my head up with a fingertip and leaned forwards, “Do it again.” He hummed.

“I thought I heard you in pain, I wanted to see if you were alright.” I continued to whimper, trying to undo my bonds, “I did not mean to intrude and see anything!”

Salvador’s expression turned softer, but still intimidating, due to everything that is going on, and I could begin to hear Harold begin to squirm and plead again. As if on cue, this time trying to plead for my freedom as well.

“Awe, you care!” Salvador cooed, his claws digging into my chin, and with his other hand, digging his claws into his own stomach, as if trying to silence the victim inside. I could hear Harold muffle a bit of a scream, but to my surprise, there had been no cuts left in Sal’s skin.

“But that still doesn’t change anything about the fact that you saw what you did,” he whispered, letting go of my chin and began slowly walking around me, like a vulture circling their almost dead victim, “and I simply cannot have you wandering free like a parrot out of a cage.”

He stopped behind me, absolutely sending terror down my spine. What was he going to do to me? Was he planning to eat me like he did with Harold? Could he have even held both me and Harold at the same time? I didn’t want to wait to find out.

“Now what to do with you…” He whispered, he sounded like he was getting to his knees.

I could suddenly feel his face against my hands, and his own hands upon my wrists. The muscles in my hands stiffened as I could feel him pressing my hands firmly to his cheeks, his lips against my palms.

“Your skin is so soft.” He sighed into them.

“What should I do? Have this little morsel as a snack? She’s so sweet, so it would be a perfect little treat after having such a spicy lunch.” He asked himself, grasping my head tightly, his claws, digging into my scalp, his thumb just so happening to be pressing right into the place that was ALWAYS itchy, causing a curious sense of relaxation throughout my body, “Or should I put this pretty bird in a cage where she belongs? She’ll be my little pet… she’s perfect, she’s… oddly relaxed.”

Indeed I had relaxed, as it was just something that was forced upon me as the spot on my head was being itched.

“What? Does that feel good?” He asked, somewhat digging his claws in further.

I winced, but could not tense up more.

“Back of my head is always itchy, you’re scratching it.” I muttered, hoping that he would have at least stopped stabbing me where the itchiness wasn’t, if I had explained.

Luckily, for me, he stopped digging his claws into my scalp, but then I heard him do something else.

I could hear something gurgling and then Harold screaming, his muffled screams became louder for a second, before becoming muffled and then dying completely. I could only imagine that it was due to him being digested completely.

I winced as I could feel tears beginning to run down my face, absolutely terrified.

“Ah, that’s better.” Sal sighed, stretching and getting to his feet.

“Who are you?” I whimpered, I couldn’t stop myself from asking this. I had wanted to only think this to myself, not ask it out loud.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Salvador asked, he sounded although shocked, calm, or even a bit amused.

“You haven’t heard about the rumors of the werecreatures?” I could feel him pinning his body to the back of the chair, his stomach back into my arms. His body had felt smaller by comparison, but I could feel some extra bones or hard things settled in his stomach.

“I-I thought they were simply rumors…” I whimpered, I could feel my hands begin to quiver, and my mind was too full of fear to click things together.

“You really DON’T know who I am?” Sal asked.

I could feel something about him change behind me. I could feel him swelling up again, but this time, his clothing tore, and I could feel his bare skin touching me. However, his bare skin felt like it was growing a thick layer of fur.

Despite having said fur be absolutely soft, and dare I say warm, it didn’t change anything for the amount of fear that was building up inside of me.

“I would have sworn you would have realized it the moment you had seen me.” He chuckled, baring his teeth, before somewhat shattering the chair below me in one swift motion.

However, before I had fallen to the ground, I found my body wrapped in what was a thick furry tail.

“You, my poor child, are so nieve.” He grinned, before jumping out the window with me in tow.

-

Or.

However, before I had fallen to the ground, I found my head being caught in some kind of small, damp space.

I was then pulled, or thrust upwards, as Sal threw his head back, and began swallowing me whole. I naturally tried to struggle, but to no avail. I could not scream or plead as my face and lips were being savagely pressed up against the lining of his throat and then finally, forcefully, shoved into his stomach.

Before my wrists were fully into his mouth, he bit down hard upon them, snapping the ropes free, before swallowing them.

I was trapped in between tightly amongst the pile of bones, melted muscles and tissues, and the inner lining of his stomach. Most of the burning stomach acids had been already drained, but my body was quickly turned numb.

My head began to swim as I began to try struggling, equally as much as Harold had been, especially as I was tightly nestled into his dead and partially melted remains.

“You, my poor child, are so nieve.” He grinned, before jumping out of the window.

Version 5

Before i begin typing this one, most of these scenes preface the scene where they find the symbol on the MC’s forehead. Meaning that there is something else about the MC that they find adorable enough to keep her around, or at least for long enough that they can turn her into one of their own. 

However THIS version has Sal discovering the symbol in this scene, but not showing or explaining to his Advisor why he is keeping the MC around, or not turning her immediately. 

Do note that due to being werecreatures, they do LICK... and they don't usually do this because it is an ODD thing to do, or a weird flirty thing, but because they are part ANIMAL, and that's how animals clean themselves, clean wounds, or show affection... (Not that Sal or Abe don't know how to use medical kits, or normal kiss... its just a little odd when they are in werecreature form, or at least for Sal, who has a much more animalistic based face in werecreature form, to form that kind of expression to do so).

Also, werecreature saliva is semi-healing and numbs pain... which is why not many werecreature who have been hurt before, don't often retain the wounds for very long...

Cave version

I began hearing some kind of odd moaning or whining sounds coming from the room down the left of the hall, which made me worry that someone was in pain, hurting or in need of some help. Of course, as myself, I didn’t have the strength or knowledge to help them directly, but I could get someone who could, after figuring out what the problem indeed was.

So, I jogged down the hall and found myself standing in front of the door that supposedly was the entrance to Salvador’s room.

It had been slightly open, and it had appeared to have been slightly forced open at one point. I could see the door slightly off of its correct angle, and the screws had been loosened a bit. There were claw marks somewhat on the floor and around the door handle.

I put my eye to the door to peek inside, as I did not wish to be barging into a place where maybe, possibly, in fact that no one was hurt, but rather maybe straining to pick something up, or had simply scratched themselves and needed no medical attention.

The closet had been thrown open, some of the clothing inside had been messed around with, seemingly in some sort of hurry. Some lay upon the floor of the closet, as they had slipped off of their hangers and not picked up afterwards.

I could see something that looked like the toe of a busted up shoe peeking out from a box in the back corner of the closet, which made me wonder what could have busted up such a thing in such a way. Not that I really was concerned about it at the moment.

Salvador was standing in front of a tall mirror, messing with something with his face. Which made me a bit confused, did he cut his face?

As I saw no sign of blood anywhere, I did not think that there was an actual problem. And so, I was about to lean back into the hallway, to return to my own room, when Salvador turned his head and saw me peeking.

Now that’s when I saw what he had been doing.

In his hand was his fake teeth, which wasn’t something that I didn’t know about, everyone knew that he had fake teeth, but it was his REAL teeth that shocked me. They were FANGS! Thick, sharp, monstrous looking fangs, like those of a… wolf!

His expression changed to a bit of shock, before becoming a curious mix of frustration and playfulness. I didn’t think it was possible to have an expression with those mixed, but he managed to pull it off.

I backed up into the hall, frantically as he had quickly run after me, towards the door.

I thought he was simply just going to slam the door and enter back inside. I would have had gotten a talk to later, but at least I had somewhat of a good reason to try to see inside of the room. I thought he was hurt or in pain!

But instead, as I sheepishly crept down the hallway, trying to push the heated temperature out of my head and elsewhere, I heard the door somewhat slam open.

I flinched as I slowly turned around, I couldn’t describe the feeling of building suspense filling up inside of me. Salvador leaned out of his room, his hand gripping onto the side of the door frame, digging his fingers into it, somehow somewhat causing divots into the wood. Wow, this guy was strong. His expression showed, well, a bit of taunting, but also mischief.

“Oh, Cassidy, come here please~” He slowly cooed, slowly motioning me over to come to him.

I did not feel safe anymore around him, but for a different reason. I did not think that this was simply because I had seemingly tried to get into his room without being invited. I must have seen something that I was not supposed to have seen.

Perhaps his fangs?

I did not, in fact, return to him, in fear of what he might have done to me if he had gotten his hands on me now. There must have been a reason why he didn’t want people to know about his fangs, and I wasn’t planning to wait another moment to find that reason out.

So, instead of walking back, I began to slowly back away, intending to hopefully, silently, plead as an apology to my intrusion. Hoping that maybe, he didn’t know that I specifically saw his fangs, or at least until he had turned around, and that I did not mention it.

“I said, come here, kid,” Salvador slowly, but still harshly whispered, stepping out into the hall.

I began trying to think up a reason why I had to leave at that moment, without going up to him.

“Uh, I think I just heard my mom call me from my hotel room, I gotta go see what she wants…” I stuttered, putting my hands up, before quickening my pace backwards.

Salvador stopped for a bit, as if trying to hear my mother’s voice, before his expression turned to slight mockery.

“Funny, I don’t hear anything apart from our own breathing, lass.” He said, “And I have bloody damn good hearing.”

I didn’t continue to make any more excuses before I turned around and began running. Running for what I felt like was my life.

“Ooh, a chase! How fun!” I could hear him grumble behind me, as he began running after me.

His footsteps sounded heavier and louder than I thought that they would have, even for someone with his body type, (not judging, I didn’t have a thin body either), and I was amazed that I hadn’t been caught almost immediately, as I wasn’t the fastest runner. I wasn’t known for my speed.

At first, I was intending to find the stairs, but then I realized that I had already missed them, as they were on the other side of the building, so I then decided for aiming for the elevator, perhaps I could get to it before Salvador caught up to me?

I managed to duck through several side halls, jumping over some maid carts and stuff, hoping to maybe slow Salvador down, but when I looked back to see how close he was, I simply saw him effortlessly leap over them, without even a single attempt to use his arms to assist him!

How strong was this guy?

I could finally see the elevator in sight, I could see Abraham walk into it and press the button. He didn’t even seem to see me as I basically slammed into the door right after it closed.

I wasn’t foolish enough to try banging on it, pleading for Abraham to open the door again, as the elevator had been already making its way down. I ran down the hall to the left, hoping that it would bring me back around to where the stairs were, hoping to get back down to my mother and father, who had said that they were having coffee at the bakery across the street.

I looked behind me again, wondering how close Salvador was, and he was pretty close. He had only two more carts to pass before he and I were in the same hall, and judging by how quickly he had gotten THERE, I didn’t have time to just wait around.

As I had no sight in front of me, I had completely forgotten that I was running into a dead end, I had body slammed into a wall. However, instead of completely being thrown back, the wall crumbled, and I fell a bit of a ways into a dark and damp hole.

I landed hard on what felt like a floor of a dirty, rocky cave, clearly spraining something at the least, although I could have broken something, but my adrenalin continued to allow me to get up and try running again rather quickly.

I had sat up, rubbing my head, it spun a bit, before I remembered what I was doing and what I was running from.

“Oh, don’t hurt yourself before we have even started our fun!” Salvador cooed, standing in the now open doorway of the hallway above me.

I got up from where I was and began running again. I ignored the fact that although he had sounded concerned, I didn’t read that emotion when I saw his face. His expression showed taunt and mock, as if he were only concerned about me dying because he wouldn’t have been able to mess with me or with HIM being directly the cause of it.

My legs burned, not from just the energy I was exerting, my body was never able to run this fast for so long before, but also from the pain. I could feel what felt like what could have been an abrasion somewhere on my face, one underneath my lower lip and one over my brow bone. I could feel something dripping down my face, but I didn’t know, nor have time to check to find out, if it was blood or sweat.

I heard Salvador jump down from the hallway and into the caves and begin following me again.

My lungs burned like they were on fire, but I couldn’t let that stop me, for if I stopped, Salvador would have easily caught up to me, and I didn’t want to be caught.

“Running doesn’t matter. I’ll hunt you down if I have to!” He called after me.

I pushed myself to speed up, and I was surprised that my body had actually listened to said order, as I began turning and ducking into other hallways of the mazelike cave. Cave halls twisted and turned everywhere, leading me either deeper into the caves or closer to some sort of exit. I was hoping for an exit.

I finally managed to lose Salvador’s footsteps behind me, and I was hoping to use that time to get to an exit and escape without him being hot on my heels. But I quickly found myself being in a dead end!

There was a desk pressed up against the back of the wall, and there were pieces of paper strewn everywhere. Each piece of paper had been written and scribbled upon by someone who was clearly in some kind of hurry.

I grabbed one of them and began reading it, while being able to catch my breath.

“Day 23, I have managed to stumble upon a cave of sorts, and I had thought that it would have made a perfect hideout to wait out the raging storm. However, as I had entered it, my problems had quickly begun.

It had been around only five minutes before I could begin to hear the sounds of something heavy moving towards me, and the sounds of some kind of beastly animal approaching me from deeper inside of the cave. I took out my trusty pistol and readied it, expecting it to have been a bear. I hoped it was a bear due to all the tales of this forest being roamed at night by werecreatures.

I could see a shadow appearing over the back wall, a strangely humanoid shadow. A shadow that I could recognize strangely as one of my friends from the court, but what was he doing here?

I called his name, or questioned it, and I only got in return was what I could only describe as an evil laugh and a sudden swipe and pain to my face.

I stumbled backwards as I held my hand to my face, to stop the bleeding as the creature that mimicked my friend’s shadow slipped out of the darkness and charged at me.

Oh my god. It WAS Salvador. However, he had become bigger, covered with fur and more animal like. He WAS a werecreature.

I wasn’t able to run back out into the rain and the forest, as I could hear even more monstrous noises coming from there, so I was forced to run deeper into the caves, hoping to maybe lose Sal in the maze of tunnels and halls.

Of course, I knew that it was highly unlikely that this was possible, as he had probably lived here, but I simply had no other choice.

I was being chased further and deeper into the cave system, where I hoped to not only hide from Sal, but also to wait out til morning and hopefully escape with my life.

I had found myself in a dead end, where I had thought that I had managed to lose him, and I began writing this letter.

But now I am hearing his footsteps again, and not only that, I have found notes, more notes from other people. They say that Sal is no ordinary werecreature, but rather, the king of werecreatures, the most powerful of werecreatures.

I am writing this letter now, to let anyone else here know, if that they are in this cave, get out when, or if, you still can….”

I was about to finish the letter when I felt something be pressed up against my back, something heavy and warm. But, as it was obvious of who it was, I was absolutely horrified.

Sal had his body pressed up so tightly against my back, that I couldn’t even try to turn around. I dropped the letter, my mind absolutely frozen in terror.

“You lost, little girl?” He whispered, jokingly not knowing who I was.

I tried to walk a bit further in front of me, to make sure he wasn’t pinning his body to the back of my own, or anywhere of my own to be honest, as it was weird overall in general, but he just spun me around and pinned me to his chest.

“Even if you manage to escape this, there’s nowhere you can run to, lass, you are trapped!” Sal whispered, despite his low volume, his voice still somewhat echoed through the building, and with my head being pressed up against his chest, it sounded absolutely basey. I could easily hear his heartbeat, which was quick, as he was clearly excited.

I couldn’t stop breathing heavily, although now it was quieter. I was no longer panting like a dog that had been running in the hot sun for who knows how long, but I was still extremely exhausted. Not to mention the fear that I was feeling, or everything else that had happened to me. The wounds, the landing on my legs and my arms.

“Oh, you poor thing, not knowing what you’ve got yourself into, and yet you’ve gotten yourself deep into a heap of trouble.” Sal whispered, “But do you really think that you can just snoop around, see my secret and then expect to not go unpunished?”

I couldn’t stop letting my tears finally begin flowing and running down my face.

“Please don’t kill me, I thought you were in pain! I wanted to see if you were alright! I didn’t mean to intrude and see anything!” I pleaded, although I was still trying to squirm away, the pain that was filtering in as my adrenalin died down, had begun to hinder the strength I had to continue doing so with vigor. Also, my emotional energy was being drained, apart from the feeling that I wanted to break down in tears.

“Aw, you care~” Sal cooed, tipping my chin up to the point that I was forced to make eye contact, “But you can’t pretend that it didn’t happen, and guess what? It did~.”

Although I could see it was Salvador, he didn’t seem like the man that I had met before.

“Wh-who are you?” I asked, merely out of instinct. I did not really wish to ask him a question of any kind, as I did not wish to begin a conversation. My introvertedness, even prior to this whole event, wouldn’t have allowed me to do it, unless he had started the conversation himself.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Sal asked, he sounded although shocked, calm, or even a bit amused.

“You, my poor child…” He hissed/growled, as he began pushing me backwards towards the desk, and due to my broken, or nearly broken legs, I could not even make a somewhat successful attempt to stop him from pushing me.

The only thing I could do was force myself to break eye contact.

As he continued to push me backwards, he began to change, his body began to swell, and his shirt buttons popped. The sides of his pants shredded, and his shoes bust from the inside. His fingernails became claws, and fur began growing on all part of his body.

The fur was thick and although warm, felt like I was being suffocated with it, as I was then being pressed up against the wall, between him and the stone wall. It was almost like I was underneath some kind of lion that was putting its full weight on me, but no.

“Are so nieve.” He growled, still with an amused tone as he finished transforming.

As my face was being partially shoved into his fur, and partially shoved into the rock wall, it was very difficult to breathe and the wounds that I had already gotten from the fall from the hotel hallway to the cave here, had begun to bleed again from the trauma.

My struggles had died down due to the mix of the pain, Sal’s grip, and even just how tired I had been from everything that was going on around me, the stress, everything.

“Now you’ll be my pretty little bird, trapped in a cage,” He hissed, pulling back only to pin my arms to the back of the wall.

I could now see his face. He now had somewhat of a muzzle, but not to the point that it wasn’t clearly him, he had long wolfish ears with purple whisps coming out of them, his fangs were now much more prominent than before, and his nose had become one of a dog’s.

I could feel the blood beginning to flow again from my wounds, to which now I didn’t really have the thought to cross my mind to try to wipe it away, although a new fear grew inside of me. These creatures had a taste for blood, didn’t they?

I didn’t really take any notice as some of the blood from my hand dripped onto Sal’s wrist, as I didn’t find it that particularly important, or if it was, I doubted that it would have saved my life.

“Hmm, tiny appetizer, don’t mind if I do.” Sal muttered; a sly smile spread across his face as he retracted his hand to lick the blood off of it.

At first his expression showed content, almost as if he were savoring the taste of my blood, before his expression showed that he had realized something, something important. Was something about my blood taste funny?

“What?” He whispered to himself, “Is it possible?” I was totally confused. What was he talking about?

He slowly reached out for my face, and I closed my eyes waiting for the end to come, but he just pulled back my hair, to where the fortune teller had said that some kind of symbol marking was, some sort of warning or prophesy of some kind, to which however, when I looked in the mirror I saw nothing.

However, Sal’s expression changed to calm, disbelief, almost as if he had reclaimed some long-lost treasure of some kind.

“I’ve finally found you again, my queen to be…” He whispered, almost to the point that I wasn’t able to hear it.

What?

His look of mischief had arisen in his eyes again, but still remained in the calm kind of mischief, the most unpredictable kind of mischief. The kind of mischief that I would have only put in the eyes of TUO, whenever I drew him.

His eyes went to the cuts that were pretty much gaping now, on my face, the ones on my browbone and my chin, my shoulder, and my hands. Even my leg. For a moment, he looked sympathetic, before the calm mischief returned to his eyes.

“Aw you poor thing, my pretty bird got all banged up,” He cooed/whispered, his smile although looking calm, was very intimidating, as he cupped his hands around my head and leaned in. I put my hands to his wrists, trying to pry them off of me.

“Let me clean your wounds, princess…” He cooed.

I whined when I felt his tongue being firmly, but slowly and precisely, rubbed and licked against my face and my cuts. My cuts burned as if some kind of rubbing alcohol were being viciously scrubbed into it, rather than just being cautiously poured onto them.

However, the bleeding had stopped surprisingly quite fast, almost as if the cut nerves were being cauterized or being glued back together. The only thing that I could feel running down my face or anywhere, was his saliva, and I couldn’t tell which was worse, blood or spit.

Luckily, he didn’t end up getting to my leg, as the man whom I had quickly recognized as Abraham walked into the “room.”

What was he doing here? Then I noticed that he too had a different appearance. He had tentacles coming out of his collar, and feathers coming out the back of his robe. I could see a second pair of arms, somewhat hidden underneath his garments and talons somewhat peeking out from underneath the cloth.

“Sal, what exactly are you doing? If you’re not going to eat or turn her, I’d say that we’d deal with her rather quickly, as I am sure someone soon is going to get suspicious and realize that she is gone.” He said.

Sal slowly backed away, his tongue lolled out of his mouth for a couple more seconds, before being pulled back into his mouth, he was glaring somewhat at Abraham. His smile had been replaced with a frown that read that he was interrupted, and he wasn’t all that happy about being such.

“Agreed, advisor.” He growled, before looking back to me again with the small terrifying smile that I saw only on people who were planning to do something horrendous to someone else.

“Please!” I began to quietly plead, believing that I was still going to either die by being torn to shreds, or being eaten alive, “Please, sir, don’t kill me!”

Salvador’s grin turned to be more amused, than simple intimidation.

“Please? Oh, I like it when you say that.” He smirked, he pulled my face closer to his, his face was mostly pressed into the side of mine. “Do it again.” He hummed.

“You’re going to be my little caged princess, and soon…”

I could feel my vision begin swimming, which I supposed was due to the pure, raw fear that I was now experiencing, also being mixed with the fact that I was an introvert and my face space bubble was being invaded harshly.

“You’ll be my queen…”

I could barely hear what he had said the last moment, before falling completely unconscious.

(I don’t know if I fell unconscious due to the fatigue of the pain, fear, or something else.)

-

Sal picked me up and tucked me underneath his arm. He walked around Abraham and walked down the tunnel with Abraham following behind.

“You seemed to be getting rather intimate with your catch, Sal.” Abraham muttered, “Are you feeling alright? Have a bit much to drink?”

“I heard that! And Abraham, we may be no longer humans, but we must treat our guests with respect! And don’t question my methods, all will be revealed in time.” Sal giggled lightly under his breath.

“Wait a minute…” Abraham whispered, realizing what Sal was planning to do, and neither of which was going towards his suggestions, “This is NOT what I was talking about dealing with her!”

Sal stopped and turned around, glaring at him, he did not look happy.

“And so WHAT about what you meant?” He spat, “YOU aren’t the ruler, are you?”

And version 6

Note here: The worries that the MC makes note here, in the end, are although valid due to the events, and confusion, they are not at all intended to be sexual on Sal’s part. 

Its because he has torn his clothing from turning into his werecreature form, and needs new clothes, but cannot just let the MC run off, so he drags her into his motel room and orders her to wait there, while he gets dressed. (He is wearing underwear).

Being cornered version

I began hearing some kind of odd moaning or whining sounds coming from the room down the left of the hall, which made me worry that someone was in pain, hurting or in need of some help. Of course, as myself, I didn’t have the strength or knowledge to help them directly, but I could get someone who could, after figuring out what the problem indeed was.

So I jogged down the hall and found myself standing in front of the door that supposedly was the entrance to Salvador’s room.

It had been slightly open, and it had appeared to have been slightly forced open at one point. I could see the door slightly off of its correct angle, and the screws had been loosened a bit. There were claw marks somewhat on the floor and around the door handle.

I put my eye to the door to peek inside, as I did not wish to be barging into a place where maybe, possibly, in fact that no one was hurt, but rather maybe straining to pick something up, or had simply scratched themselves and needed no medical attention.

The closet had been thrown open, some of the clothing inside had been messed around with, seemingly in some sort of hurry. Some lay upon the floor of the closet, as they had slipped off of their hangers and not picked up afterwards.

I could see something that looked like the toe of a busted-up shoe peeking out from a box in the back corner of the closet, which made me wonder what could have busted up such a thing in such a way. Not that I really was concerned about it at the moment.

Salvador was standing in front of a tall mirror, messing with something with his face. Which made me a bit confused, did he cut his face?

As I saw no sign of blood anywhere, I did not think that there was an actual problem. And so, I was about to lean back into the hallway, to return to my own hotel room, when Salvador turned his head and saw me peeking.

Now that’s when I saw what he had been doing.

In his hand was his fake teeth, which wasn’t something that I didn’t know about, everyone knew that he had fake teeth, but it was his REAL teeth that shocked me. They were FANGS! Thick, sharp, monstrous looking fangs, like that of a… wolf!

His expression changed to a bit of shock, before becoming a curious mix of frustration and playfulness. I didn’t think it was possible to have an expression with those mixed, but he managed to pull it off.

I backed up into the hall, frantically as he had quickly ran after me, towards the door.

I thought he was simply just going to slam the door and enter back inside. I would have had gotten a talk to later, but at least I had somewhat of a good reason to try to see inside of the room. I thought he was hurt or in pain!

But instead, as I sheepishly crept down the hallway, trying to push the heated temperature out of my head and elsewhere, I heard the door somewhat slam open.

I flinched as I slowly turned around, I couldn’t describe the feeling of building suspense filling up inside of me. Salvador leaned out of his room, his hand gripping onto the side of the door frame, digging his fingers into it, somehow somewhat causing divots into the wood. Wow this guy was strong. His expression showed, well, a bit of taunting, but also mischief.

“Oh, Cassidy, come here please~” He slowly cooed, slowly motioning me over to come over to him.

I did not feel safe anymore around him, but for a different reason. I did not think that this was simply because I had seemingly tried to get into his room without being invited. I must have seen something that I was not supposed to have seen.

Perhaps his fangs?

I did not, in fact, return to him, in fear of what he might have done to me if he had gotten his hands on me now. There must have been a reason why he didn’t want people to know about his fangs, and I wasn’t planning to wait another moment to find that reason out.

So, instead of walking back, I began to slowly back away, intending to hopefully silently, plead as an apology to my intrusion. Hoping that maybe, he didn’t know that I specifically saw his fangs, or at least until he had turned around, and that I did not question it.

“I said come here, kid,” Salvador slowly, but still harshly whispered, stepping out into the hall.

I began trying to think up a reason why I had to leave at that moment, without going up to him.

“Uh, I think I just heard my mom call me from my hotel room, I gotta go see what she wants…” I stuttered, putting my hands up, before quickening my pace backwards.

Salvador stopped a bit, as if trying to hear for my mother’s voice, before his expression turned to slight mockery.

“Funny, I don’t hear anything apart from our own breathing, lass.” He said, “And I have bloody damn good hearing.”

I didn’t continue to make any more excuses before I turned around and began running. Running for what I felt like was my life.

“Ooh, a chase! How fun!” I could hear him grumble behind me, as he began running after me.

His footsteps sounded heavier and louder than I thought that they would have, even for someone with his body type, (not judging, I don’t have a thin body either), and I was amazed that I hadn’t been caught almost immediately, as I wasn’t the fastest runner. I wasn’t known for my speed.

At first, I was intending to find the stairs, but then I realized that I had already missed them, as they were on the other side of the building, so I then decided for aiming for the elevator, perhaps I could get to it before Salvador caught up to me?

I managed to duck through several side halls, jumping over some maid carts and stuff, hoping to maybe slow Salvador down, but when I looked back to see how close he was, I simply saw him effortlessly leap over them, without even a single attempt to use his arms to assist him!

How strong was this guy?

I could finally see the elevator in sight, I could see Abraham walk into it and press the button. He didn’t even seem to see me as I basically slammed into the door right after it closed.

I wasn’t foolish enough to try banging on it, pleading for the people on the inside to open the door again, as the elevator had been already making its way down. I ran down the hall to the left, hoping that it would bring me back around to where the stairs were, hoping to get back down to my mother and father, who had said that they were having coffee at the bakery across the street.

I could suddenly hear that the footsteps behind me changing somewhat, sounding even heavier and louder than before. Not simply because he was gaining up on me, but rather like he was transforming into something else.

I could hear something crackling coming from behind me, and a playful sounding growl.

“Stop running, you’re just riling me up for the hunt!” He giggled, (I could use this in the forest version).

“For the hunt?” I thought, “What’s with the terming?”

I looked behind me and my eyes widened, and my adrenalin pumped even harder as I saw that Salvador had appeared to be transforming into something else. Something monstrous.

Without my ability to see where I was going, my new adrenalin rush was of no help, as I had forgotten that if I had not turned a corner, I would have been running straight into a dead end. I ran into the wall at full speed, knocking myself backwards with a huge pain in my teeth.

I could hear Salvador quickly approaching me from behind, he was naturally no longer running, as he no longer needed to, to be able to catch up to me.

I quickly sat up, holding my mouth in pain, I could taste the copper filling my mouth as I ran my tongue over my teeth. I could feel some of them were severely loose.

“Ouch, that look like it hurt!” Although Salvador’s tone didn’t sound falsely pitied, it wasn’t out of the question that he was mocking me, or at least to the point that he didn’t actually feel bad that I had fallen and probably broke several teeth out.

I began crawling backwards, seeing that I could not try to stand up, due to my back and arms feeling rather painful. I backed up until I was sitting underneath the small table that had been put up against the wall, with a vase of flowers sat upon it.

Salvador continued to approach me, his smile had become more manic, but the look in his eyes were still calm, although taunting.

He was much taller than he was before, he was covered in thick, whitish pinkish fur. His still roundish body appeared to be covered in wounds that hadn’t healed yet. I could see some still somewhat wet blood staining bits of his fur.

His face still looked human, mostly, although he had a bit more of a muzzle, and a black dog like nose. His ears were now wolf-like, but had purplish whisps smoking out of them.

Now his teeth appeared to match his outwards appearance.

“Pathetically adorable.” He seethed, he swiped and smashed the table away, causing a huge and terrible crash to resound through the hotel. I blocked my head from all the rubble of wood, splinters and shattered porciline from falling down upon my face, “But, do you really think that after you seeing my secret, that you would just be let go without punishment?”

He grabbed me by my arms and hauled me forcefully and quickly to my feet, I couldn’t struggle away, even if I was even capable of moving. I couldn’t stop from tears from running down my face, not just from the fear, but also from the pain that my brain was now just recognizing as the adrenalin from running had begun to die down.

I could feel the blood beginning to flow out of my mouth and drip down my chin.

Salvador’s gaze was naturally drawn towards it, as he began sniffing wildly, as if the blood had awoken some kind of hungry apatite inside of him.

“Oh, God, please don’t kill me.” I could only manage to choke out, I couldn’t bring up enough energy to actually plead loudly, not that I thought it would be a truly good idea to try to make Salvador more pressured into dealing with me quicker, “I thought I heard you in pain! And I wanted to see if you were alright! I did not mean to see anything!”

Salvador’s expression grew a bit less manic, but still to a point that I still definitely feared for my life.

“Aw, you care~” He cooed, I could feel his face lightly upon the blood that had fallen from my mouth, “And kill you? You don’t deserve that kind of mercy.”

I was shocked, terrified. What was he talking about? What was worse than dying?

“You won’t be fun to toy with when you’re dead anyway!” He giggled, pulling me and pinning me to his body as he began dragging me down the hall back towards his hotel room.

-

I was shoved into his room and I would have toppled onto the floor if he hadn’t wrapped his tail around my waist to keep me on my feet, as he closed the door behind him.

I was surprised at the lack of people on the 2nd floor, almost as if this whole thing had been planned out. But I wasn’t thinking about that at all, nor worried about it, as if it indeed had been planned out, it had happened, and time couldn’t be turned around.

I was absolutely terrified of what the possibilities of what he had meant by toying with me, was, as in every movie or story I had watched or read, being dragged into a hotel room of one of the opposite sex meant something BAAAAAD was going to go down, something that I did not wish to think about.

I was shoved further into the room as Salvador pushed me towards the bed. Holy crud, he was gonna do it.

“Sit.” He commanded, and although I did so, it was only to make sure he didn’t tear me to shreds.

“Good girl.” He whispered, as he had somehow, quickly, reverted somewhat back to his human form. He still had his tail though, and somewhat of his claws. As his clothing had previously been torn, he was mostly naked now in front of me, although he still had his underwear on, which was a good surprise.

He picked up the fake teeth from the table and put them in.

“I’ve only brought you back here so I could get dressed, then you’re coming back home with me.” He smirked.

I sighed a small mental sigh of relief. He wasn’t gonna, do you know what to me after all. Thank God for that. But back home with him? I thought this WAS his home?

A picture of Salvador and I. 

This page was originally just a profile view of Salvador in his werecreature form, but then i got an idea for a scene and had to sketch it out. Hence why a profile of himself is hanging up there in the upper left corner. In the actual scene, it is not there. 

I don't know if i will keep that exact color scheme of his werecreature form, but i do want his thicker fur color to be on the pinkish side. 

Anyway, the context of the bigger sketch, now full artwork, is that, in the story, he is forcing me to write a goodbye letter, (not suicide, but more like running away), so that... well... the fact that he has kidnapped me, isn't the first thing that police think about. Or the fact that i had been kidnapped in general, not necessarily by him. 

This is infinitely better than my first attempt at doing something with Salvador. My attempt at “What Are You” meme with Sal and Abraham, it looks rushed to me. I will be redoing it, and fixing the issues in it some time in the future. 

OMG i love them so much! THANK YOU!

I love your art style! 

A picture of Salvador and I. 

This page was originally just a profile view of Salvador in his werecreature form, but then i got an idea for a scene and had to sketch it out. Hence why a profile of himself is hanging up there in the upper left corner. In the actual scene, it is not there. 

I don’t know if i will keep that exact color scheme of his werecreature form, but i do want his thicker fur color to be on the pinkish side. 

Anyway, the context of the bigger sketch, now full artwork, is that, in the story, he is forcing me to write a goodbye letter, (not suicide, but more like running away), so that… well… the fact that he has kidnapped me, isn’t the first thing that police think about. Or the fact that i had been kidnapped in general, not necessarily by him. 

This is infinitely better than my first attempt at doing something with Salvador. My attempt at “What Are You” meme with Sal and Abraham, it looks rushed to me. I will be redoing it, and fixing the issues in it some time in the future.