Fate - Ch. 1

Present:
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Rosie is now twenty-one; and she sat down at the table. Semester is over in college, winter, snow, Christmas.
She pulled out a sketch book and started to draw pictures of a man. The picture started to look like a harmless man until she drew fangs.
Don't tell anyone or I'll find and kill you. That phrase keeps echoing through her mind the past five years. The deaths of three friends and the scary cemetery.
Rosie got up and put the sketches underneath her mattress, so nobody could find it. She grabbed a jacket, gloves, and a snow hat and walked out of the house.
The snow is thick and heavy. The roads left unplowed, and cars hidden under the snow. Rosie walked to the end of the driveway and stared out.
"Rosie!" yelled a voice.

She turned to her right and saw a girl her age with dark red hair came towards Rosie.
"Jasmine! Hurry up before you get buried," Rosie laughed.
They met together, and skidded to a stop. Then they fell into the snow and made snow angels.
"I love the snow!" Jasmine happily declared.
Rosie laid there, listening to the silence until barking noises appeared. Flashbacks of the night at the cemetery came to her.
"Jasmine," Rosie got up and helped Jasmine. "We better get inside the house; it's cold out here."
"Why? We haven't had a snowball fight," she whined.
Rosie stared off behind Jasmine, and a figure appeared. It started to run towards them.

"Come on! I feel better if we go in!" Rosie urgently said.
"No!" Jasmine shouted.
Rosie looked up and it is almost to them. A werewolf.
Then the creature sprang towards Jasmine, and then Rosie pushed Jasmine away and it attacked Rosie.
"Jasmine! Run!" Rosie shouted.
Rosie tried to wrestle the creature away from her, but it was useless; weight advantage.
The creature tried to bite Rosie, but she kept her body away as far as possible.
Suddenly a snowball hit the creature in the face, which startled him. Then Rosie looked around, nobody in sight.
Then out of nowhere, the guy from five years ago appeared; Korey Night.
"Get away from the human," he firmly said.

The werewolf's mouth clamped to Rosie's arm, making her kneel beside the smelly creature.
"Let her go," he harshly said.
The werewolf's teeth clamped down harder, piercing the skin on her arm. The Rosie cried in pain.
Rosie's cry triggered Korey to attack. He grabbed a hold of the neck, grabbed the jaw, it opened, and he snapped the neck. The creature fell instantly.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently.
"Get away from me! You're a stalker and a murder!" she yelled.
"No, I'm not a stalker. A murder, sure. I been watching over you the last five years."
"That IS a stalker," she harshly said.
"Oh, fine. But let me see your arm," he insisted.
"No!" she yelled.

His temper started to rise dangerously high and he marched straight to Rosie, but she got up and headed to her house.
"Stop this instant!" Korey demanded.
"No!" she repeated, got in her house, and slammed the door shut.
She ran upstairs right into a bathroom. Her fingers found a latch and opened the medical cabinet up.
"That won't help you, none of it will," Korey's voice teased.
"How in the hell did you get in my house?"
"Back door," he taunted.

"I thought you're supposed to invited them in."
"Movies, not real," he chuckled.
Rosie ignored Korey's bad sense of humor and dug in the cabinet for bandages.
"Wait!" he yelled.
He grabbed her arm, and studied it. The deep wounds from the werewolf is bad.
"You need stitches," he grabbed the medical box and dug out a needle and string. "Then you need something to keep the werewolf's infection away from your immune system."
He rubbed peroxide on her wounds, which made her hiss, then he stringed the needle, and carefully stuck her through the skin.
"Ouch!" she yelled.
Korey worked the string until the wound is no longer in sight, but a huge skin line formed.

"If you think this is bad, this part is worse."
"no need. I'm fine," she whined.
He shook his head and then took his jacket off. He rolled-up his shirt sleeve, until his shoulder. Tattoos covering his arm, and he's very muscular.
"You need to drink some of my blood so the werewolf's infections won't affect you."
"There's no way in hell I'm drinking your blood!"
Korey's fangs extended and he bit into his forearm. Blood started to ooze out.
"Drink."
"No."
"Then I'll force you."
"No."
Then Korey heavily sighed, "Do you want to be a werewolf?"
"No."

"Then drink my blood," he harshly said.
"I rather die!" Rosie hissed.
Korey stood up and grabbed a hold of her. his eyes bored into hers.
"You drink my blood, or I'll drink yours and then you'd drink mine. You'd be so weak and helpless and I can take full advantage of you," he whispered.
Rosie looked away and Korey lost full patience. He grabbed her neck and put her face on his arm. She didn't swallow any blood.
"Why do I get tormented!" he growled. "Looks like I'm doing it the hard way."
He pushed her body into the bathtub and he climbed onto her. She squirmed but his weight is too great.
"I told you I can take full advantage of you. And you'd hate it," and he violently kissed her.

His hands grabbed pants, shirt, and pulled it off. The nice lacy bra he undone and threw it out. Then the silky panties came off.
She tried to punch him but he grabbed her arms and held them while he undressed himself. Fear hit her.
Her hips bumped him and he grabbed a thigh. His hips moving ultra fast so he can make it pleasant and scary to her.
He grabbed her thighs and spread her legs, seeing the fear in her eyes.
"Will you drink my blood, or do you want me to do this!" he growled deeply.
Rosie closed her eyes and started to cry. Her hands covering her face.
Korey's heart cracked. He never meant to hurt her feelings, but she can be in danger.
"I'll drink your blood," she sobbed.
He extended his teeth and slit his hand this time. She grabbed his hand and licked it. Then her mouth went on it, sucking it.
She stopped and he took his hand away. He quickly put his clothes on and left the bathroom.
Rosie sat in the bathtub, crying.