AMANDA ARMSTRONG - HUNGER
Amanda Armstrong is a part time blogger and full time geeky mother of two. Her work has previously appeared in Exhuming Alexandria. You can follow her on Twitter @MommykatA, her blog at
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The rain felt like ice, as it soaked her clothes. Betsy was tired of this weather. It never seemed to stop being so cold. Adjusting her dark blue backpack, she kept walking along the dimly lit backroad. The sun was just starting to set, and Betsy worried that she wasn’t going to make it to the diner on time.
A forest green Jeep flew by Betsy, splashing muddy water on her jeans and shoes.
“Damn it,” Betsy yelled, flicking off the receding tail lights of the Jeep. Sighing, she took a look at her now mud-covered pants. I just bought these. They are going to be so mad at me. I still haven’t done the job. They all think its just so easy. Maybe for them, but not for me. I need consent, I can’t do it without it. Frustrated she let out a roar and kept walking.
Betsy heard another car approaching and held out her thumb for a ride. To her amazement, the car slowed.
The ‘70s cherry-red Chevy truck stopped three feet ahead of Betsy on the shoulder of the road.
Betsy jogged ahead and pulled open the door. Inside was a boy, who looked about seventeen. “Hi, my name is Betsy. Are you going towards Jimmy’s Dinner?”
“I am headed past there to the next county, and I can drop you off,” the stranger said. “My name is Tad, by the way. Nice to meet you, Betsy.”
Betsy smiled as she climbed into the cabin of the old truck. “I don’t know if I can thank you enough for giving me a lift. This weather was going to be the death of me,” said Betsy as she let out a nervous laugh.
Tad just nodded, as he pulled the truck back on to the road.
Betsy shifted uncomfortably as a feeling of dread came over her. Something didn't feel right, and she started to fidget with the buttons on her jacket. The next thirty minutes were silent, even though she tried to make small talk.
Tad just looked at her a few times, said nothing and kept driving. Outside the rain had gotten harder, making it almost impossible to see outside the truck and now it was full dark. he slowed down the truck, turning down a dirt road.
Betsy started to get anxious. “This isn’t the dinner. Where are we going?”
Tad just smiled and stopped the truck. He turned off the engine and reached over to Betsy’s leg. Grabbing it tightly. “We are going to have ourselves a little fun”
Betsy tried to push his hand away but it wouldn’t budge. “Please don’t. You really don’t want to do this”
“Yes, I do, I really want to do this and you can’t stop me” Tad said as he grew closer, moving his hand up her leg.
Betsy’s stomach growled. Shocking both of them.
Tad laughed. “I bet you are hungry, let me give you something to eat.”
Betsy stopped fighting, looked Tad dead in the eye. “What are you giving me to eat?”
Betsy grinned wolfishly. “You will regret that” Betsy’s teeth grew into fangs, as her nails turned into long, sharp claws. Before he could even blink she was on him, turning poor Tad into leftover ground meat.
Betsy walked into Jimmy’s dinner, as the rain started to slow down. She smiled at her fellow pack members.
Jimmy, the alpha werewolf, walked over and gave her a huge hug. “I thought I would have to come get you. Are you hungry? We have ribs,” said Jimmy with a slow southern drawl.
Betsy shook her head. “Thank you, Jimmy, but I already ate.”