Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Apr 19, 2011 10:54:59 GMT -5
Elle heard the commotion above her, but she was too dazed to know what was happening. Fear and pain both had her in their bloodied claws; and a tug-of-war to see which would command the willowy blonde had her gasping to collect her breath.
A darkness had crept into her vision, but it was not the shadows that encompassed the small, musty cellar. It was the slithering black of unconsciousness that meant to swathe Elle in oblivion. To steal the light of awareness from her.
A loud crash of wood and the yelp from the massive wolf’s maw was the only thing that could rouse her from the hazy blanket of nothing, and with a kitten like mew she shifted onto her back to stare up ahead. The hole which she had fallen through seemed miles away and a new set of claws had suddenly gripped her; this one the monster called panic.
What was happening up there? Where was Curran?! She had hoped he would follow after her and with his miraculous eyes, he could see their way to freedom. Without him down here, the off-duty waitress could see nothing but the horrifying images her mind was playing due to the drugs in her veins. Curran. Alone with the deadly pair. The misery this realization caused nearly thieved the strength she had left, but her adoration for the boy fed the remaining will, giving her just enough force to sit upright.
That flaring pain in her side drew another moan from the girl, but she ignored it the best she could, wrapping an arm around her ribs to keep them from further rupture as she pulled her self up to stand.
The next sound Elle heard was one of surprise and pain from the old woman, and when it was followed by a sickening gurgle and then a struggle, hope took flight within her chest.
The thump of a body hitting the floor overhead was music to her ears, and the blonde expected that her boyfriend had just dispatched one of the two foes.
Elle moved directly underneath the square in the cellar ceiling, calling up to Curran with a winded, but encouraged shrill. “Get him baby! He’s big but he’s slow!” She coughed and tightened her arm around her side, glancing to the left and right to find what she hoped was somewhere down there. A trapdoor.
But a scratching noise from something down there with her made her still, and finding the glint of the blade she had been clutching before the fall, the fair haired young woman rushed over to pick it up.
“Who’s there?” She whispered, and was surprised at the feminine whimper that immediately drifted back to her.
The girl. The girl from the bookstore… Elle didn’t know why she assumed this to be the case but without thinking the flaxen waitress was shifting deeper into the shadows.
The knife was gripped by both hands and in front of her as she shuffled her feet in the dirt to a vague outline in the corner of the small vault. A gasp was torn from her throat at the sight of the bloodied, dirt covered girl, but a small spark of triumphant lifted her spirits. The girl was alive!
Dropping to her knees beside the wounded girl, Elle moved the russet hair from the girl’s panicked, tear filled eyes and pierced them with a look of utter sanguinity that didn’t quite match the dread inside of her. “It’s gonna’ be alright.” She cooed in a sweet southern twang, patting the girl’s leg to comfort her. “My boyfriend is upstairs taking care of those…those…” She couldn’t finish the statement past the shudders that ran through her, but pasted on a smile just the same. “We’re going to get you out of here.”
It took a few tries, but finally Elle managed to help the girl to her feet. Holding the injured young woman up despite the fact that it was nearly killing her, the slender blonde guided her along the damp wall; feeling with her chilled fingers until she found hope incarnate. The door.
Using the blade that was gripped in her hand, Elle pried the latch open and pushed out; until the near crumpling entry gave way and moonlight spilled onto their faces.
She could have twirled right then she was so happy…if she hadn’t been in so much pain and helping the girl limp out into the eerie night air.
Pointing out a massive oak tree with a large opening in the base of the trunk, Elle instructed the girl to hide while she went around to the front of the house, to help the loupe garoux with the large, evil thing that had pursued them before.
Her hands were shaking around the carving knife as she snuck into the cottage, following the sound of thrashing until her wide sapphire orbs fell onto the struggle between man--er… monster and magical beast.
Elle was terrified. She had to raise one hand to her mouth to hold back the blood-curdling scream that wanted to be set free; unwilling to let her panic be the cause of a single moment of distraction to the wolf.
Her feet whispered across the aged wood floor until she was just before the fray, and inhaling as deep as she could and holding it in for a moment to steel her nerves, she let the breath out as war cry at the same time as she pounced on the hunter; burying the blade as deep into his back as it would go.
“Curran! Now!” She yelled to her boyfriend, and the hunter roared in anger and pain, turning his white bag covered head toward her. She shrieked, jumped ten feet in the air, and then bolted back the way she came, hoping that the distraction would give Curran enough time to make a break for it.
wearing The words: 1092 The lyrics: Little Red Riding Hood by The Brothers Grimm Notes: the cottage | 'Grandma' 
