Bitten-1

The wings of transformation are born of patients and struggle

Allison james was bitten..

Its powerful jaw sank deep through her skin into the muscle.

Lying in the bathroom floor in a pool of blood, she was in a trance-like state, the metallic smell of the sanguine fluid hung in the air. Her body immediately convulsed in vendetta as though some poison we're injected in it.

Allison James was a star golfler.

That morning when she drove her car into the main gate of the course, the guard troy, gretted her and ran after her car as it entered the drive way. "Good morning, Miss Allison" he said with a wide grin, half panting.

"Morning! " Allison beamed at the guard as she alighted her chauffeur-driven silver luxury Porsche and adjusted the maker on her pink cap. The morning rays of the sunlight fell on her sun-kissed, dimple cheecks radiating her lovely aura. Her close-set green eyes sparkled, which her mother would Often quip and compare to a rare green emerald she has brought from Paris, her shinny black hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Wearing a white collard T-shirt, a pink sport skirt, and a pair of white golf shoes, she looks every bit a winner.

"Let me carry your golf bag",

Troy offered, feeling joyous at her pleasing behavior,

"Oh no Troy", she exclaimed as she hurried the bag on her shoulder. " I don't want your back to be injured any more than what it is.

Old Troy gave her a kind smile. He adored this girl ever since she was a small baby. She was always so considerate, and thoughtful, However there was one flaw about her that scared him and many others "Her short temper"

Allison walked past him and went to the club house.

She was going to play on probably one of the most golf courses in the country owned by her father. Other than this, her father owned several other prominent businesses. He was one of the most influential and feared men of the nation, As a result Allison was born with a silver spoon. However, none of the privileges she was born with showed In her behavior. She was a well grounded girl without an ounce of arrogance and brattishness. She also had one passion which is golf, Allison immediately fell in love with golf when she was only four years old.

The James golf course has a well-structured academy, which helps her flourish her passion. At eighteen, she was Prodigy of the sorts. She had won most of the feeder rounds around the country and just two days back, she had returned home after winning her First nationals. Based on her consistent performance, she was nominated by the sports council to represent her country In Irish open championships.

Born and brought up in an Extremely affluent environment, Allison did face her share of mockery and bad remarks after winning the trophy.

it was no difference today, While playing with her usual group, she headed them talking in hushed tones about nationals being rigged because of her fathers influence. She ignored the gossip and concentrated on her game and her coach who instructed her constantly.

She had been holding her bladder over the past three hours. and as soon as her group reached the nineth hole, she made a dash to the bathroom. But just before leaving, she glanced at the two girls who watched her bitterly and started to gossip about her again. One of them was emily her only rival in the academy, though emily was no where near her, in terms of skills, but was a bitter adversary.

In the past in other to insult Allison on purpose, Emily had tried to establish many times that she had not followed the rules of the golf. Often, that led to bitter argument and dispute, which further into the two of them getting heavly penalized by the management for inappropriate behavior.

When Allison was putting in the last hole, she heard Emily whispering to a girl in the group, "I am extremely sure that she worn it because of twisting of result in the nationals. She must have used her family's clout.

"Who knows?, That could happen, the girl replied with a shrug.

Allison took a deep breathe as if trying to swallow her anger. Enough was enough. She walked up to them. When she an ear short away said harshly, "I don't take kindly to this type of accusation, Emily. If u dare then report your nonsence and illogical observations about me to the sport council. Also, with the way you played during the last few holes, I can see how your fragile understanding of the game shattered your chances of making a cut during the feeder rounds let alone the nationals".

Emily mouth fell to the ground.

"You" She rasped, yet before she could collect her face from the ground, Allison walked away, leaving emily flushed with eyes Bulging like a toad.

As Allison strode she tried to cal herself, Emily was increasily getting on her nerve, She winked out of negative thought with a "Brrrrr!" Sound making her lips flap. All of a sudden she had a feeling that someone was watching on her. She tried to shrug it off.