Were the word had once been foreign to Beth, lost in fiction and Hollywood. Never as a young child would she have imagined that someday she would encounter and befriend a half human, half vampire with pale blue eyes and a broken soul, never did she imagine either that she'd stand before a being with features of an angel, proclaiming to be a werewolf. At least that was the only one she'd ever learned of, with her recent study at Alden Beth had learned of many different species of were creatures, but modern culture had raised the werewolf to be the most prominent of all, at least for Beth this rang true.
There was no need in keeping this a secret; he obviously knew she was the one who had been injured that night, who had nearly died. "What's your name first?" She asked cautiously, still unsure as to whom he was, but still Beth cleared her throat after learning of his name and she gave a faint smile before she struggled to swallow at the thickness within her throat. The mere thought of evenings past, the dreams that had wrapped itself around her, and clung to the walls of her mind like a melody to some nameless song. She could not erase the simple association the night that began like any other only to end in horror and the relation it held to her only friend, or the way she would occasionally find herself sighing as her mind wandered back to the feel of his hands upon her hips, pulling her to him… pulling her to the creature that he fought to keep buried deep.
"I was walking home from work…" she began, a newfound nervous habit of hers and she began to repeatedly press her thumb deep into her right palm, massaging at the muscles there while she explained how her heart was beating and her lungs still filling with air. "I don't know who he was or what he wanted but he came out of the shadows it seemed, he took my iPod and my wallet…" it was here in the story that her tone changed and sadness took hold, the memory it all, the evil look in his eyes, and she could hear an echo of her words as though they were not her own at all but rather a playback from some horror flick that the masses had enjoyed watching, her pleading words resounded in her ears and Beth fell silent, lost in the helplessness of her voice back then. "He wasn't done with what he wanted but pleading didn't stop him…" and again she pressed her thumb to her palm and when that didn't work she tugged on the lengths of her golden curls, her eyes insistent upon remaining on the ground beneath them, afraid to look at him or anyone as her voice came out in whispered tones.