Meeting Raven

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, the morning sun beat down on my dirty skin. It was cold and I wanted to find my bag before I caught a awful cold.

'Bag. . .Need my bag.' I mumbled as I sat up.

'Here you go.' The bag was handed to me.

'Thanks--- WAHHH!!!' I yelled, scooting back and covering myself up.

'Oh-my-god. It doesn't interest me at all; honestly, flatsy patsy.' He sighed.

'Ugh! Sicko! Pervert! Lecher!' I shouted at the peeping kid, I snatched back my bag and quickly shoved on my clothes.

'Oh, well. You don't need to thank me for killing that vampire then.' He huffed, running a hand through his long hair.

'. . .You killed that vampire?'I asked, shocked.

'Uh, yeah. Your pride was about to be hurt. He was going to treat you like a dog, when you're a girl.' He told me seriously.

'Oh, my pride not my face or my body. my freaking pride!' I grumbled, standing up.

'You have a twig in your hair.'

'Argh!' I screamed quietly, ripping the stick out, 'thankyou...?'

'Raven. My name is Raven.'

'Thanks Raven for saving me from the evil, twisted vampire or my pride or whatever. Just, thanks. And I hope I don't bump into you again!'I scowled, but it didn't stop me from noticing how good-looking the dude was. But that wasn't the matter at hand! 

'OK, but I have a feeling we'll meet again.' He smiled at me. I huffed and turned around.

'Byebye!' Raven called after me, I also had the feeling he was waving pretty sarcastically at the back of my head.

That guy annoyed me, and what was he? How did he know about werewolves and vampires?


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