The gardens seemed like the best place to escape, considering that the forest was lying in wait just beyond. Though the shadows from those looming trees proved frightful, the beast at her back was definitely a more formidable foe. So she ran through the flowers and weaved clumsily through the dirt pathways, her lovely ruby dress starting to tear and rip.<br/><br/>Elisia made the smart decision of abandoning her heels, now running barefoot towards the forest with scars across her once protected feet. Desperately she cried, "Someone help me!", sending a flurry of crows into the air as she burst into the bushes and foliage.<br/><br/>Tripping over every branch and screaming at every woodland creature, she finally lost her footing and fell to her knees. She looked back, panting. Her dress was caught in between a dislodged root and a massive boulder. Just her luck.<br/><br/>Grunting with effort, she pulled and tugged at the fabric, her soft hands fragile against the harshness of nature. The dress just wouldn't come unstuck and her weak muscles weren't helping at all. She could feel the beastly paws of the werewolf thundering closer, and hear its ragged breathing as it charged. "Help!" She screamed again, tugging with more fervor at her dress.<br/><br/>The beast was the same one from her nightmares, the eyes, the fangs, the fur. It was all the same. if only she hadn't signed that contract, she thought. The horrid dreams had started right after that night, right after she blinked her eyes open and found that in her hands was a bloody dagger and on the floor at her feet was a dead body.