Title: Hungry Like the Wolf
Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things AB belong to Laurell K Hamilton, et al. The lyrics used are from "Hungry Like the Wolf" by Duran Duran.
Distribution: The usual people.
Author's Notes: For a listmember's birthday. . .07-13-2003, I'm a day behind!
Stalked in the forest too close to hide I'll be upon you by the moonlight side
Willow fell, biting her lip to keep from screaming as she tumbled to the ground. A stick jabbed into her side and now she could taste blood as she struggled with her own urge to yell and cry out aloud from the pain. She couldn't do that, though. That would give him too much of an advantage.
And an advantage was the last thing he needed.
She scrambled to her feet, pausing for a moment to listen to the sounds of the forest above her own, ragged breathing. There was nothing. Not a bird crying, not even any small woodland creatures traipsing about on the dead and dying leaves of the forest floor. She shivered. That could only mean one thing.
'Okay, two things,' she growled to herself, taking off through the forest again as quietly and quickly as she could. 'Either he's closer than I thought. . . or I scared off all the local wildlife with my little falling adventure there.'
The trees were blurs on either side of her head, just specks in the corners of her eyes as she raced through them. The night was alive to her now, getitng further from the scene of her knee-bruising. She could hear animals moving around her, those nocturnal creatures that one would be so lucky to catch a glimpse of. She would have loved to stop and take in their sights, but she didn't dare. Not when he was still out there, chasing her.
It was all a game to him, she knew. He had dropped her off at the edge of the forest and told her to 'run, hide'. A five minute headstart was all she'd get. . .
And then he'd be after her.
She dodged a low-hanging branch. These clothes were ruined. Whether or not he found her, the clothes were an absolute loss. It was a shame. She had picked them out especially for their date tonight.
Of course, she had no idea that their quiet dinner at a local club was going to turn into running through the forest, heart pounding like at any second it could explode right from her chest.
Somewhere. . . out there. . .he was hunting her.
High blood drumming on your skin it's so tight you feel my heat I'm just a moment behind
A large, partially hollowed-out tree stump provided her a momentary resting place after fifteen minutes of flight through the dense brush. She crouched low inside of it, ready to break out and run again at a moment's notice; while allowing her pained lungs a chance to recoup.
So far, so good.
'He's out there, though,' she thought darkly. 'And he's getting closer and closer the longer I sit here.'
It was tempting to just stay in the stump, to wait him out until dawn and try to beat him at this twisted little game. That was a long shot, though. Tracking and hunting were things that came naturally to him. Even now he was probably only a short distance away, taking his time to let her think she'd gotten the better of him. He'd drag this out as long as possible before --
She wouldn't think on that yet. The part that came if she lost this little 'game'. Thinking of that would only serve to weaken her concentration.
And she needed all of the concetration she could get her little hands on at that moment.
In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Scent and a sound I'm lost and I'm found and I'm hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line it's discord and rhyme I howl and I whine I'm after you
Mouth is alive all running inside and I'm hungry like the wolf
She jumped to her feet, darting from the stump when the first crack of the brush echoed into the quiet night. He was there! Already!
Willow heard his laughter ring out, and it made her cringe. He was going to win. She had sat still too long, underestimated exactly how close he was.
Not looking back, she ran. To look back was to fail. To look back was to lose already, too easily. To look back was to --
Notice that he was not behind you, but in front of you.
She skidded to a stop, only a couple feet from him. Her chest rose and fell with the exertion, little wisps of red hair falling out of the careful ponytail she had hitched it up in earlier.
"Bite me." She growled.
There was a twinkle in his eyes, primal and hungry.
"Wasn't what I had in mind for tonight, Will."
Goosebumps broke over her skin at the first touch of his fingers to her bare arm.
"And. . .what did you have in mind?"
His eyes were amber, beast lurking right behind their almost human looking surface.
"Scratching. . . licking. . ." He shrugged. "For all I know there might be some biting, after all."
Her own beast rose and a growl trickled from her throat as his arms encircled her, pulling her mouth to his for a kiss so hard it would have bruised a normal human.
She grinned, abandoning herself to her 'punishment'.
Losing wasn't really that bad, after all.