Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

joking, until they had worked each other up and there was no turning back.
    “ I think she’s a slut boys. I think she wants something from us.” one gentlemanly man spoke above the noise of the train. He groped his groin smiling at the helpless woman. He stood up and rubbed his groin grotesquely on her shoulder. I sat shaking, trying to keep my head down. I was supposed to be looking for supernaturals and immortals, not attacking young men. The woman had tried to pull away but the filthy pervert held onto her tightly. He stood hovering over her, like she was his next meal.
    “ Oh, she’s hot. You’re a ho, aren't ya, baby?” Another of the superior males muttered when the girl tried to stand up. The gyrating pervert pushed her back down into her seat. They hovered over her like vultures, awaiting the end of the ride.
    Every word and movement drove my upper lip to lift farther and farther on the right side, into a disgusted sneer. They wanted to do things I could never permit. I had forbidden myself from hurting regular humans, unless they were putting another human in danger.
    “ L-l-leave me alone.” The pretty girl begged looking around the train for aid from anyone. As per the usual, the fine patrons of the train kept their eyes to their hands. They showed no sign of interfering in the pain, she would certainly become victim to. I could sense their good intentions were being stifled by the fear they felt toward the group of men. I knew that they would dial 911 for the girl, as soon as the men grabbed her and dragged her into the tunnels. That was what good Samaritans did. I almost rolled my eyes.
    As if answering my prayer, a huge man dressed as a construction worker stood up. He was a beast. He looked menacingly at the small group of men. “Leave her be.” His voice was gruff, “Come with me.” He put a hand out. It shook as he reached for her.
    The waitress stood quickly and ran away from the men. She rushed to the arm of the man who saved her, her savior. She clutched her bag and refused to look back at the pack of wolves.
    The big man pulled her along the train and through the door to the next car. The men screamed obscenities and challenges of brute strength. The happy couple left the train car, ignoring them completely.
    The men continued to shout. It was easy to be strong, when you had several men guarding your back.
    I smiled knowing the waitress and the construction worker would probably fall in love, because of his bravery. He had saved her and she would forever remember that, through thick and thin. I loved happy endings. I knew that they could get off the subway and never speak to each other again, but I liked to imagine the best, since my world was the worst. Shane was my knight in shining armor. The one that chose me, even when he feared I never chose him.
    I smiled as the fiends eyeballed me next. Their prey had been taken brutishly and they needed someone else to fulfill their need. I had my own needs and a group of thugs would do more than nicely to satisfy them.
    “ How unfair boys. No one to play with now?” I taunted wickedly.
    Eyebrows raised in confusion.
    Confidence in a woman was considered a challenge to men, who did their preying in packs. They instantly smelled, no wreaked of insecurities. They became uncertain of the young pretty girl who sat all alone—but determined to crush me at the same time.
    I looked them straight in the eyes, and asked for trouble. I smiled. “Well I guess no one wants to play with me.” I stretched a long, lean leg out, flaunting my F-me boots and batted my eyelashes.
    The ugly brave, or foolish man, who had dry humped the girl's arm, stood. He challenged me back. “You stupid bitch. You looking for trouble?”
    His filthy demeanor made me smile wider. “Bitch? Probably. Stupid? No. Why don't we step outside when the train stops? Then perhaps we shall see exactly who is stupid, your little rabble of filth or me.”
    I stood long and lean in my super-woman boots and felt the world vibrate under my foot. It might have been the train, but I was riding a high and enjoying the feeling.
    I didn’t flinch as one of them took a step toward me.
    My long, light-blonde hair flowed around my back like a cape. I was invincible. I stared down the pack of dogs.
    The ugly man waved his arms in the air dismissively and nodded to his friends. “That’s a crazy bitch. We don’t like crazy bitches.”
    I couldn’t argue with that. I was crazy.
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