Not Even Human

The night was crisp against her cheeks as she walked home. The click-clack of her heels on the sidewalk was all she could hear in the dead of night. She was coming back from a night out with the girls, but she wasn’t drunk. No, she was the responsible one. But her phone was dead, and the girl whose turn it was to be the sober driver wasn’t so sober. So she decided to walk, and besides it was only thirty minutes. And who would be out this late anyways? That’s what she was thinking before she was dragged into an alley. Her train of thought went from thinking of what her midnight snack would be to wondering if she’d even make it out of this alive. She struggled against their strong grasp, their arm tightly against his chest, but froze when she felt a blade against her throat. The voice was rough, and slightly raspy. She deduced it was a man. “Stop moving.” He pushed her against the wall, and her hands met brick as her blood ran cold. He took off her coat roughly, and started cutting open her shirt. He wouldn’t... Please. No. Stop it. Don’t touch me there, don’t do that! I don’t want that! STOP! “I guess you’ll have to do.” A female voice spoke out and before she knew it, his hands were ripped off her and she froze as she heard grunts from behind her. She didn’t want to turn around, she was scared. Her eyes looked down, her coat was on the floor. She leaned down and grabbed it, using it to cover her exposed skin. “Help!” Her eyes darted to the voice. It was the man, crawling out from the shadows of the connecting alleyway. She felt a chill in her spine. His voice just spoke pure fear, his face was splattered with blood, and his eyes pleaded for his life. Her feet moved backwards, and her back touched the wall. “Please, don’t let her kill me!” She heard a growl in the distance, and he was immediately dragged into the shadows. Her eyes widened, and she felt like her heart stopped and just dropped into the bottom of her stomach. His guttural scream ripped in the silence of the night, the sound of flesh being ripped and growls made her fingernails grip into the palm of her hands. She sank down, now sitting, her back against the wall, and her heart hammering in her chest. She started to sob, and held her knees tighter to her chest. The sounds stopped. She hesitantly looked up, and her breath caught in her throat. Green eyes luminously looked at her from the alley, and she could make out the shape of what seemed to be a young woman. Her hair was curly, even coily, but she couldn’t see the color. Her voice spoke clearly and calmly, “You need to leave. Run home.” The woman nodded, who had just been assaulted and traumatized, stood up hastily and fled from the scene. Kimberly wiped her mouth, the blood staining her arm, and tilted her head as she looked down at the body. His neck was torn out, the flesh on the concrete, and his face was contorted into immense pain and fear. Realistically, she didn’t need to bite him that hard, or even rip the flesh. But she was feeling extra malicious that night, and he deserved it. What a bastard... She licked her fingers, then decided, why not loot his body? She opened his jacket, looking through his wallet. 100 bucks, nice. There was nothing else on him besides a couple pieces of jewelry she could probably get someone to pawn. She sighed, she was tired and super full. She got her phone out, and dialed 911. “911, what’s your emergency?”