Posted in Creative WRiting, Paranormal Romance, Vampires, Werewolves, Writing

30 Day Creative Writing Challenge, Day 6

So, as part of the 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge I am supposed to write a story with the following:

Day 6: Start your story with: “He glanced at his watch impatiently…”

Sorry about the back to back posts guys. I’m trying to get caught up on my writing while I’m at the local game/card shop. I should have my internet back tomorrow, so I can get back to regular posts.  I miss all of you and your witty conversation that we have!

He glanced at his watch impatiently, a small sigh escaping his lips. It was already past midnight and there was no sign of Clarissa – why did she always feel it necessary to make him wait until the last minute? His gaze flickered one last time down to the face of his watch and finally he gave a low growl and flipped open his phone. Her number was on speed dial, and the sound of the phone ringing seemed to punctuate through the silence of the night, one sharp burst of noise after another.

A scowl slipped across his visage when she didn’t pick up. “Where in the Hell are you?” He grumbled the words to her voice message and then flipped the phone shut, bringing his hand up for a moment to cover his gaze, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. She was always late. It never failed; of course, every time that she was late, that anxious feeling that he’d never known until he met her began to eat at the pit of his stomach. Perhaps if he hadn’t been assigned to the most accident prone female available, it would have been a little easier. It must have been a joke to Gabriel, honestly.

He sighed again, his hand brushing through the dark strands of hair that were falling against his forehead. Though he wasn’t looking at the watch on his wrist, he could feel each and every second as they ticked by, punctuated by the beating of his heart, the intake of his breath… until finally he couldn’t stand it anymore. A growl escaped his throat, his head turning upward to gaze at the soft luminescence of the moon as it bared down upon him. It wasn’t full yet… but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t put some defenses up.

The hands that had been held impatiently at his side gave an audible creaking sound, fingers elongating as though to grow an extra digit. Dark, soft hair grew along his previously pale flesh and claws spilled from his fingers. As though of their own volition, his teeth elongated so that razor sharp ivories glinted in the moonlight as he let out a gasp of relief as the transformation ended. The werewolf shook his head, the black strands of hair now longer and in his gaze once more.

His eyes, now a glowing golden, shifted to the building in front of him. Why… oh, why had he gotten straddled guarding a vampire Princess? The most accident prone, unbelievably clumsy… and undeniably beautiful vampire that he’d ever seen. And why had she decided that it was important to feed tonight, when they both knew that trouble was afoot.

With a sigh, he loosened the watch that was too tight on his wrist and loped towards the building to retrieve her.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s