Serendipity

[Music Recommendation: Carry You by Ruelle ft Fleurie] It was night in Giselle, a night that was devoid of stars, and the sky was akin to a hollow pit except for the moon which brightly shone. A petite figure made her way down the empty alley that was cold and lit by the moon. A shiver went down Izabelle's spine as she felt the cold bite her skin making her subconsciously hug herself to feel warmth and she regretted not putting on a coat . Suddenly, a thud-like sound as though something had fallen to the ground echoed behind Izabelle, startling her and she stopped in her tracks. However, the moment she turned back to the direction of where the sound came from, her body froze at what she saw. A dead body was lying on the floor. Not that it was dead, at least that was what it looked to her. Izabelle's eyes widened in shock as a gasp subconsciously escaped her mouth. She had just been on her way home from the town's library, how could she had known that she would encounter such terrifying situation in the lonely alley?. There was nobody around which she could call for help and even though there were, she doubted they would want to have anything to do a dead person. Taking a deep breath to calm her accelerating heart, Izabelle took the resolve of going towards the person and soon, she found herself walking towards it's direction with her fists clenched and every step she took closer to the person was akin to her walking towards danger. When she finally got closer to the person on the floor, she knelt before the person who was lying still on the ground and the moment her eyes gazed at the person's face, Izabelle subconsciously gasped again but this time, it was for a different reason. But then how could she not gasp when the most handsome man she had seen in her entire life lay before her. The moon which was bright in the sky fell on his face as her eyes keenly gazed at his features. His black inky hair was swept to fall over his face and his full lashes came into view as his eyes were closed. Isabelle observed how hollow and high his cheekbones were, and his jaw looked sharp like it had been chiseled to look so perfect....It looked so ethereal. There were barely words to describe the inhumanly beautiful creature and Izabelle couldn't help but feel stunned at the magnificent sight despite the fact that he remained unmoving. However, the man who looked pale and cold had a dagger stuck in his chest and in the region where his heart was as blood dripped down his chest, pooling beneath him. From the strange pattern on the dagger she could tell it was no ordinary dagger and Izabelle wondered what might have happened or what he might have done, for him to have dagger pierced in his heart up to it's hilt. "Mister" Izabelle's voice came out as a whisper, as she slowly poked his arm to see if he would respond, but a minute passed and the man remained deadly still. "C..Can you hear me, mister?." Izabelle tried her luck again to call him again even though she knew it was a stupid question to ask a man who was possibly dead as there was blood all around him. As expected she got no reply. Izabelle decided that rather than staying there, it was better to go look for help, at least they might be a person who would be willing to take him to the local doctors even though there weren't carriages riding at this hour. However, just before she could move to stand up from the ground where she knelt, a certain person's eyes suddenly snapped open and was directed at her, making her flinch. Seeing his eyes open up, Izabelle breathed in relief that the person managed to be alive despite the dagger in his heart and the amount of blood he had lost and she wondered the unimaginable pain he felt right now, but then when she took a closer look at the person's eyes which was now open, the relief in her was suddenly replaced with panic. R..red eyes, thought Izabelle in her now accelerating heart. H..he was a werewolf. Werewolves were creatures that had dominated Giselle for over hundreds of years. Firstly, they had been rumoured to be a myth but then, their existence had come like a shock to humans. They were known to transform into giant wolves, mostly on nights of full moon and unlike humans, they were ferocious and possessed certain special abilities. Werewolves were ceatures that loved to feast on human flesh same way vampires craved for blood, and they humans in Giselle weren't spared as they had always been preyed upon. Compared to humans, they had similar eye colours, except that it glowed golden yellow when ever they were angered or on fight mode. However, not all possessed such colour. Just like vampires, some werewolves also possessed red eyes and they were deemed as stronger and superior. All her life, Izabelle had spent it avoiding them as they were deemed dangerous while the was only a lowly human girl. How could she had known she would encounter one tonight. "M..mister?.....w..what are you doing?" she stuttered in anxiousness when the person who was still, despite having his eyes open suddenly began to pull her closer to him. But before she was few inches away from him, he gripped her shoulders tightly to raise his upper body and rely on the wall which was closest to him. "Aren't you eager to help?. Why don't you give me your blood." his deep voice then echoed in the lonely alley and her eyes widened at his bizarre request. H..her blood?, Oh God, Isabelle tensed within her, she didn't want to die now. But then, it was odd for a werewolf to request for blood. She was aware of how they craved for flesh in their wolf form but not blood. However, the man before her was loosing a lot of blood making her wonder if it was why he needed blood. "My blood is poisoned. You'll die if you drink from me." Izabelle suddenly blurted out in frustration, before she bit her tongue, realizing how insensible she sounded. But then, what echoed next was a chuckle that escaped from the man's lips like he just heard something amusing. His red pair of daunting eyes looked at the girl who knelt before him and a creepy smile slowly made it's way on his lips "Do you think I mind?. I think poisoned blood has a special flavour" Was this man crazy? who even agreed to drink a person's blood after being told it was poisoned?, or maybe because he knew she was lying. "You are bleeding, mister. Why don't i go look for help" she tried to suggest an alternative solution to escape the ordeal as she didn't plan on being sucked dry tonight. With the way he was bleeding, Isabelle could tell that if he eventually sank his fangs in her, she would be drained in few seconds even though he wasn't a vampire. But then it seemed like this person had no plan on letting her go, as he uttered "How rude for me to be ordering my food around for help." Food?, when did she suddenly become piece of meal?, wondered Izabelle Oh God, what had she gotten herself into? All she wanted to do was help a dying person. How could she had known that she would encounter a hungry werewolf who was planning to have her as dessert. It was why people said not to be kind to people everytime. However, a sudden bad idea flashed in her mind, and her eyes subtly scanned the place if she could see any object to hit him that would make him unconscious so that she could get out of this damned alley. Hopefully, he would get help and wake up tomorrow. But it seemed like luck was not on her side, because the moment she found a piece of wood lying on the floor and was on the verge of fulfilling her plan, his eyes narrowed at her with great intensity as if he already knew what she had next in mind. "Before you try to pull that little stunt of yours, you'll find your head dangling on the tree as dinner for wolves. Be a sweet girl and let go of whatever thought you have in that little mind of yours " he threatened, and a certain dread crept down her spine making her gulp from his threat and she increased the distance between them. Though he seemed to be weak in the state he was, he was a werewolf who was over a hundred times stronger than her, who knew if he would snap her neck right now.Chapter And then the man suddenly stretched out his hand towards his chest and pulling the dagger out with a curse on his lips, before throwing it to another part of the alley which he barely cared about. Izabelle noticed the blood flow out of his chest intensely, making her wonder how many blood he had left in his body. "You're loosing a lot of blood, Mister. You might die soon." despite how he scared her, she couldn't help but utter in concern. "Feeling sorry for me?" he tilted his head to the side as he used both hands to press on his wounded chest and soon the blood flowing out decreased making her brows furrow and she wondered how he did it. "It is why I told you to give to me your blood." "Am not food." she murmured as a frown appeared on her face. "And who said I had plans to eat you?. You have a wild imagination going on in that little head of yours, don't you?. If wanted to eat you, we wouldn't both be here but in bed, with me on top of you ." Stated the man with amusement evident in his eyes as he stared at the girl who had turned red for a while before telling, "Don't be shy. Come here, sweet." The narrowed look in his eyes had been replaced by the sweet smile which looked even more daunting. It was akin to a predator sweetly luring a prey before pouncing on it. "I'm an orphan. If you kill me I'll be the last of my generation." she felt a tug in her heart as the crude man continued to look at her. It was true though, she had no parents and had lived her life alone but that didn't mean she wanted to die in the hands of this werewolf. "Don't worry. I'll make it real quick, you'll barely feel a thing." It felt like he was trying to coax her but she really wanted to faint. Isabelle was helpless and was resisting the urge to cry right now, and she wondered if she would actually take her last breath today. "I don't like my food keeping me waiting, sweetheart. Why don't you be a good little girl and come closer instead of dragging the inevitable." he uttered as if giving her subtle warnings and she tensed. Without any choice left, as she knew she couldn't escape this werewolf's clutches, Isabelle finally moved towards him and he immediately caught hold of her waist, pulling her closer to him as she looked at him apprehensively. "Don't be scared. I won't kill you." he suddenly spoke amidst her fears that made her drumming heart strangely calm down. In the next moment a set of elongated canines that looked more ferocious and bigger than that of a vampire's came into a her view and soon, he sank his fangs deep into her neck that made a painful gasp escape her lips. The last thing she felt was his tongue licking the part of her neck where he had bit into, before she fainted in his arms.