i'll be doing my best, and i'll see you soon (bryonyd) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-05-02 10:57:00
Who: Bryony Dunstan, Werewolf & NPCs When: Sunday, April 29th, late evening Where: Diagon Alley What: Werewolf Attack Rating: High - Violence
Bry had just left the bar, quite a few drinks deep, and was wandering aimlessly out the door into the night. It was crisp, but not cold enough to need a coat. Laughter spilled out of the cracked bar windows as Bry pulled a cigarette from her shirt pocket. "Need a light, love?" It was the bloke who had been staring at her most of the evening. He had gone to school with her, a year ahead of her perhaps? Not bad looking, and offering a light. "Thanks," she gave him an appraising look and half a smile, lighting her cigarette and taking a long pull, blowing the smoke into the breeze.
"Oi, Brendan! We're heading back to Thatcher's, you comin'?" one of his friends hollered at him from the pack of rowdy men that had followed him out. "Think I'm going to hang back, meet you there?" apparently "Brendan" shouted. Turning back to Bry as the other men continued on, he lit up his own cigarette and walked around the corner of the bar into the alleyway. She followed.
"Don't feel like hanging out with the guys then?" she asked, lifting a brow. She took a few more pulls off her cigarette and then tossed it to the cobbled street, grounding it out with her booted heel. "Mmm," Brendan murmured and tossed his as well, "Found something better to do." He pushed her mussed hair out of her eyes and let his hand linger on her jaw. "And what's that?" Bry asked, knowing very well where this would go. It'd been almost two weeks, she needed it. Her own hands spidered up his torso, settling on his chest. Brendan didn't say anything but pressed his lips against hers and she kissed him back, hungrily.
Gods he was a good kisser, this had been a great decision. As Brendan left a trail of kisses down her neck she thought she heard someone else in the alley, but dismissed it. "Have you got a rubber?" she asked hastily, reaching for his zipper, and he wasted no time digging into his pocket. Bry again thought she heard a noise and turned to look, but in the wrong direction. She felt it before she heard it, a lunging, snarling, heaving mass of muscle and teeth and hair.
Her elbows caught her as she fell hard against the stone ground. Scrambling for her wand she looked over her shoulder to see a giant werewolf menacing over Brendan, sinking its teeth into his neck over and over. He was dead. She wanted to scream, but couldn't find her voice. Struggling to get to her feet she managed to almost make it back to the bar door before she felt it lunge at her from behind. Her cheek was pressed against the cold, wet, street and she could feel its claws digging into her back. "Help! Please, someone help!" she finally screamed into the night.
It flipped her over and she instinctively wrapped her hands around its neck, holding it only an arm's length away from biting her. It scratched at her arms, ripping into shirt and soft skin. Her wand was just out of reach. Pulling her left leg up toward her, she kicked as hard as she could sending the werewolf flying. "Stupefy!" she snatched her wand and turned, but not quick enough. The werewolf swiped at her leg, causing her to fall and smack the back of her head against the street. The smell of blood was overwhelming. This was it, she thought. Her wand was again too far away to reach and it was coming back for more. She blinked slowly, her vision darkening, the werewolf standing directly over her. It snarled and bared its teeth, hungry for its prey, but suddenly a bright flash popped against the sky and the wolf yelped. She heard voices, but when she turned her head to look everything went black.