When she was temporarily satisfied with a mouthful of leather, Nick kicked her away long enough to stand up.
The bloodthirsty lady clung to his ankle, ripping at his pant leg. Nick stepped on her hand and heard the bones break. The woman’s reaction was not one of pain though. She jerked his legs out from under him. Nick gasped as he hit the damp asphalt. She bit his leather jacket and pulled herself to a sitting position on his torso. It was like something from a horror film but a hundred times more real. The sky flooded with light as Nick ineffectively tried to push her away. He shielded his face with his arms as a last resort.
“Get off of him!” screamed Estelle followed by a metallic thud. Nick dropped his hands; the weight had left his chest. Another thud and several bangs accompanied the echo of thunder. Nick scrambled to his feet and scanned the dark street for Estelle. A flash of light gave light to Nick’s search.
Down the street in front of a dimly lit stoop, Estelle stood over the malevolent woman and whacked her repeatedly with an aluminum trashcan lid. When the woman ceased to move, Estelle turned to see Nick, who was ashen and taken aback. We just…killed someone. Self defense?
Estelle’s green eyes blazed for a moment and then, like lightening, it was gone. She stepped over the body and raced toward Nick with a worried look. “Did she bite you?”
“Bite? No, I’m fine. Are you okay?” He looked down at her flushed and sweaty face. Estelle would never hurt anyone unless she had to…right?
“Yeah, so how are we going to get home?” Fat drops began to fall and thunder cracked in the distance. “I don’t want to walk in the rain any more.”
“Well, that was weird. If you don’t care for walking,” he dug deep into his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys. Nick raised one corner of his mouth and smiled crookedly at Estelle. “I borrowed Westie’s car.”
“Yeah, it’s not like that’s gonna ha…” Estelle stopped, distracted by movement in the shadows beyond Nick. She had originally intended to say that the previous situation was unlikely to happen again, but that was wishful thinking now. The blood drained from her face. She swallowed hard reaching for Nick's sleeve.
The bloodthirsty lady clung to his ankle, ripping at his pant leg. Nick stepped on her hand and heard the bones break. The woman’s reaction was not one of pain though. She jerked his legs out from under him. Nick gasped as he hit the damp asphalt. She bit his leather jacket and pulled herself to a sitting position on his torso. It was like something from a horror film but a hundred times more real. The sky flooded with light as Nick ineffectively tried to push her away. He shielded his face with his arms as a last resort.
“Get off of him!” screamed Estelle followed by a metallic thud. Nick dropped his hands; the weight had left his chest. Another thud and several bangs accompanied the echo of thunder. Nick scrambled to his feet and scanned the dark street for Estelle. A flash of light gave light to Nick’s search.
Down the street in front of a dimly lit stoop, Estelle stood over the malevolent woman and whacked her repeatedly with an aluminum trashcan lid. When the woman ceased to move, Estelle turned to see Nick, who was ashen and taken aback. We just…killed someone. Self defense?
Estelle’s green eyes blazed for a moment and then, like lightening, it was gone. She stepped over the body and raced toward Nick with a worried look. “Did she bite you?”
“Bite? No, I’m fine. Are you okay?” He looked down at her flushed and sweaty face. Estelle would never hurt anyone unless she had to…right?
“Yeah, so how are we going to get home?” Fat drops began to fall and thunder cracked in the distance. “I don’t want to walk in the rain any more.”
“Well, that was weird. If you don’t care for walking,” he dug deep into his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys. Nick raised one corner of his mouth and smiled crookedly at Estelle. “I borrowed Westie’s car.”
“Yeah, it’s not like that’s gonna ha…” Estelle stopped, distracted by movement in the shadows beyond Nick. She had originally intended to say that the previous situation was unlikely to happen again, but that was wishful thinking now. The blood drained from her face. She swallowed hard reaching for Nick's sleeve.
