Lisa was admittedly paying less attention as she should have as she rushed out between two cars to cross her street in the middle that morning. Her neighbourhood was usually quiet, and when the BMW charged down the street, she was caught like a deer in the headlights. Moments before it hit her, someone tackled her to the ground, in the slushy street. The car whizzed by inches away.
She looked up, happy to see Erostopholes, currently in his human form, handsome and smiling his half smile. “You are okay, aren’t you pet?”
“Yes,” she said, standing up, looking at the ruined white pants she was wearing. “But that fucker just about killed me.”
“Come inside,” he said. “We may be able to do something about this.
Taylor screamed when those strange eyes appeared in her rear-view mirror. Purple skin surrounded golden eyes, glaring at her hungrily. She accidently stomped on the gas. Then she looked at the street, and she would have hit the girl crossing if someone hadn’t knocked her out of the way. She didn’t need this today, so she kept going, hurrying to work.