Born werewolf

Chapter3

The drunk guy had returned again and was now standing close to them, staring open-mouthed. Darsh stopped feeling her and stepped away. Sylvia reluctantly let him go.

'You said you didn't want to dance,' the drunk said accusingly, pointing at Sylvia. 'I asked you first. We are together.'

'We are not together,' Sylvia replied. 'I don't even know you.'

'That's harsh,' he slurred, then glared at Darsh. 'You don't come to our party and steal our women. Not done.' He stomped away like a spoilt child.

Darsh led Sylvia back to their seats at the bar, which was luckily still vacant. Sylvia was trembling and breathless. Her head buzzed. She needed more of what she just tasted on the dance floor. She drank instead. She didn't want to be clear-headed yet and lose the magic. The alcohol had helped her lose her inhibition making it possible for her to get what she wanted that night. If she lost that boldness now, she wouldn't go further with her chase. She would likely slunk back to her self-pitying and keening for that jerk ex of hers. She emptied the bottle.

'More drink?' he asked her.

'Just a little.' She got up and returned with a full glass of brandy. She took two quick swallows and endured the burn.

'It's like you are trying to forget everything tonight,' he observed. 'Or do something drastic.' 'Just want to enjoy myself.' She pointed a thumb to the dance floor. 'Should we go back there?'

He shook his head. 'I don't want to have you on the floor. I almost did.'

She shivered. 'Can we go elsewhere then?' That surprised her, wondering where that came from. She had gone crazier than she intended; the man was like a new drug to her.

He looked at his watch and said he had to go. 'I have an important meeting.'

'Oh!' Sylvia was disappointed. She really enjoyed their short time together and anticipated more. It was something she never experienced before. She expected him to ask for her number but he didn't. He got up and left just like that, melting into the body of dancing people as if he intentionally wanted to lose her fast. He didn't even glance back. She sighed, the booze didn't let her feel too disappointed. She looked at the stool he vacated and at the floor. And there was

his wallet lying there. It must have dropped out of his pocket when he slid off the

stool. On impulse, she picked up the wallet and went after him. She couldn't even believe what she was doing. She could have waited to locate him later but she had to see him again now. She thanked God for this wallet. Yes, the party won't be interesting for her without him. Darsh had done something to her within those few minutes that no man had ever given her all her life. He was all that mattered then. It was like he robbed her of her heart.

Outside the hall, she looked around and among the cars parked outside, only a couple were leaning on a car and in a tight embrace. They were young and trendy like most people at the party. She asked the smooching couple if they saw a man in a leather jacket. 'He went that way,' the lady told Sylvia in a smoky voice, the man smiled dreamily at Sylvia, and they both pointed Sylvia out the gate. Sylvia thought they were weird. Everybody in the party was weird. Everybody, either dancing, smooching or smiling dreamily. Not much talking. And they were all dressed in similar fashion; dark casuals and lots of eyeliner both in men and women.

The streetlights outside the gate weren't working. So the area looked too dark in contrast with where she stood, as outside the party hall was lit up with security floodlights. She went anyway.

She sighted him where he stood seemingly waiting for transport. Her heart did a summersault. He was so cute. She imagined spending the rest of the night with him. In a cuddle.

Lovemaking probably. She didn't mind a one night stand with him. No one would know except her, and him of course.

The night was far gone, close to 1 a.m and taxis were scarce. No car in sight. The big building where the party was at, stood at the end of the road and also bordered a large expanse of undeveloped bush stretching towards some hills beyond it. Most of the houses on that street were new, uncompleted and unoccupied.

She walked up to Darsh and put on a woman-of-the-world seductive smile. The booze working overtime. 'You have to book a ride,' she said to him.

He whipped around to look at her. He seemed shocked to hear her. She smiled. 'You dropped your wallet, Darsh.' She handed it to him.

He nodded at her, slipping the wallet into his inner jacket this time. 'Thanks.'

'You are welcome.' She noticed a golden glow in his eyes. She thought it was the night light playing tricks. 'You can hardly get a free taxi this time except when you book one.'

He looked nervous. His narrow handsome face turned away from her as his eyes scanned the whole area. 'My app isn't working,' he said to her in a noticeably deeper voice. Deeper than with what he conversed with her at the party. She felt a slight shiver, recalling his lips on her body.

'I will book one for you,' she offered. 'I have two taxi apps on my phone. Where are you going?'

'Don't bother,' he said to her. 'And you need to go back to the party. Go back inside.' She shook her head at him. 'I'm done with the party. The place is like a local market.' 'It is not safe here,' he said, scanning the area with his eyes again.

'It almost seems as if you are running away from me.' She came closer to him. 'I enjoyed the kiss.'

He moved away. 'You are drunk. I don't want to take advantage of you. You don't know what you are doing. I didn't want to get in trouble with the Flayas. That is their party. You don't just come in there and bang one of their chicks.'

'I'm not drunk. Tipsy, maybe. But I know what I want. Who the hell are the Flayas by the way?'

He gave her a puzzled look. 'I thought you knew them,'

'No, I don't.' She moved closer to him and gave him another sexy smile. 'But I'm glad I crashed the party. I met you.'

Darsh took some steps backwards. 'You don't want me. Trust me. I'm not your type. Just go back inside. I must leave now. Nice meeting you. Goodbye.' He began to walk away.'

'Are you married?' She shouted after him, frustrated at his rebuff. 'No!'

'No!' 'Engaged?'

'You have a girlfriend?' 'I don't.'

'Then what?! Why don't you want me? Am I that ugly?!' 'Just go!'

He walked away faster, taking the lonely road, thick brushes on both sides, leading to the main road further up. Sylvia waited, then followed him. She now believed the bottle of wine and the brandy she had downed were responsible for

this foolishness of hers. She should have used her commonsense and called a taxi if she must leave the party at that time and stop following a man who clearly didn't want her. But she kept on chasing him as if unseen rope attached to him pulled her to him. Something drew her after him.

Darsh moved faster and she tailed him. She had left the party venue far behind now and had to keep moving. Shadows suddenly moving in the bushes scared the booze out of her. It was as if some dark forms followed her. Her heart began to beat hard. She was terrified.

Someone laughed behind her. An eerie mocking laughter. Sylvia stopped. And the drunk came out of the shadows. His dark clothing had successfully hidden him in the dark till now. And he wasn't alone. Four sinister looking guys were with him.

'That's her,' he pointed her out to his party. 'And that's him over there.' 'What do you want from me?' Sylvia asked him in a shaky voice.

'Respect,' he spat. He no longer looked dead drunk but hardened and evil. 'You and that dog of yours must respect us. We will make you. We Flayas don't take nonsense from dogs. You are mine. He can't just come and take you.'