[ Alice Cullen. ]
That was the name of the contact that he had just called on his phone.
"Alan? What's up? Why are you calling me this early… oh wait, don't tell me… you couldn't wait for me to show up and got the jitters?" Alice said from the other side of the line, her voice slowly turning teasing by the end of her sentence however Alan didn't respond, not instantly, not for a few seconds as the call turned silent after Alice had spoken her teasing line.
A few seconds later, Alice spoke once more, her voice slowly losing that teasing giddy edge that it had before as it turned softer, more concerned.
"Alan? You there?" She asked from the other side of the phone call.
Finally, Alan spoke, his voice colder than it had been in a while, it didn't shake and neither did it carry any kind of emotion, not the anger and neither did it carry the hate and pettyness that he was currently feeling towards whatever had done this to him.
"There's been a problem. My apartment, someone came inside and kind of basically just destroyed all of my shit. So… I don't know If I'll be able to come with you tonight for the date thing." Alan said, calmly into the phone, coldly, he didn't ask for her help, he didn't need to, he knew that the best way to ask for help sometimes wasn't to ask for it, it was to simply take away something that the other person wanted because of something that had happened, and if the other person could fix the situation, than they naturally would because they would want their prize and in this case, the date itself was the prize that Alice had been vying over.
"It was… your place was destroyed?" Alice asked, her voice still maintained that concerned edge however it had somehow turned into a deeper lower pitch than before, for a moment Alan almost felt like it wasn't Alice on the line at all, the voice was simply too different from the one that he usually heard.
"Yeah, it's pretty much ruined, and the fucker even got all of my clothes and ripped them before just dropping them in the middle of the room, they didn't even take anything, not like I had anything of value, they just ruined my apartment and left, the weird thing is that I dont even know how they managed to get inside, the door was locked with my key and the lock wasn't broken when i came inside just now." Alan replied as he slowly walked and sat down, his back sliding along the wall until he was flat on his ass on the ground.
"I see… I'll come right over, you can't stay there, what if they're still somewhere nearby. It's dangerous, did you call the police yet?" Alice asked, her voice carrying over the line together with the sound of fast footsteps and the rushing wind that could be heard from over the line, she was clearly running somewhere and fast.
"No, havn't called anyone besides you yet, I was just kind of in shock and called you first, maybe instinct." Alan replied as he held the phone close to his ear, his voice slowly turning slightly afraid on the line at her mention of the attacker being possibly nearby however that was all an act, Alan's face proved his true emotions much better than his voice ever did, there wasn't a speck of fear on his expression, his expression was a complete and utterly emotionless deadpan, the emotions were inside him, not showing and they most certainly weren't fear.
"You… by instinct… good. Just… I'll be right there in a few minutes. Don't move." Alice replied, her voice softening and almost turning breathy for a moment, the words almost being stuttered out of her mouth from over the phone call as the sound of the rushing wind similarly stopped for an instant, it was clear that his words had done their intended effect on her.
'Like hell I'd call the police on this, my apartment already was a crime scene, and If I add this on top of it, It'll just get weirder and more suspicious… besides that's not even the biggest reason, this clearly wasn't done by something human. It was likely done by that thing that was looking at me from the woods in the morning, whatever that thing was… wait… Alice did say that I smelled like a dog… a wolf? Some kind of werewolf?' Alan thought to himself as he suddenly remembered Alice's expression when she had smelled him earlier in the day aswell as the mysterious figure that he could only see the shining eyes of from the edge of his vision earlier in the day.
'That… werewolf? Is that it? Fuck… first vampires, and then skin walkers or whatever and now fucking werewolfs.' Alan thought as he slowly released a sigh of pure unadulterated exhaustion, the phone call was still on however thankfully it hadn't managed to pick up his sigh.
"Yeah, I'll stay put, right here in my room. Ain't got anywhere else to be anyways, still… I wonder who did this, you got any idea? They must have used some kind of special tool or something, it looks like something basically clawed the entire room, it's like they released a bear or a wolf or something inside here." Alan said outloud, trying to subtly gain information on whether his theory of a werewolf was correct without actually saying it oudloud but merely telling Alice of the marks and waiting for her reaction over the phone line.
"Claw marks?" Alice's voice was heard from over the line… and somehow, impossibly… it had become even darker, it was to the point where it almost resembled a growl more than it did human speech.
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