Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2p!America X You

I'm absolutely drenched, my hair spiralling arond me with crystalline droplets running off each strand. It's already dark, the long highway beside me completely deserted as thunder rumbles on the horizon. It's a few more miles until I get to my house, and my solitary journey is bleak and uneventful.
The roar of something else assualts my ears, and I dart off the side of the road as a large motorbike comes streaking by. It skids, before coming to a halt a few metres away. The lights on it are blinding, rain running off the steamlined body, painted with the American flag. It's covered in a lot of mud, and I see the rider take off his helmet with a swish of his tousuled mahogany hair. I see a wide white smile, the stranger beginning to stroll towards me as if he has all the time in the world.
I scuttle backwards, uncertain.
As the first flash lightening illuminates the young man coming towards me, I hear a wolf howl in the distance.
"Are you afraid of the big bad wolf darlin'?" His voice is husky and quiet, an American drawl. His eyes are a half closed and a vibrant blood red, and they look me up and down. "You'd look like a drowned rat if ya weren't so pretty~" I feel an arm drape casually around my shoulders. There are sunglasses nestled in the wild hair, and as I inhale sharply I am overpowered by the scent of gunpowder, grease and rotting flesh. The mans skin is warm against my own, the black fluffy sleeves of his leather bomber jacket tickling my pale flesh. There's a few scars on his wrists and one pale mark along his tanned neck and as he begins to talk I am steered towards the motorbike. I look up at him, alarmed.
"There's no need ta be afraid, darlin'...though you may perhaps come across some terrifying people if you remain on your lonesome. Allow me ta escort ya home~"
"W-Well, I-"
"Ya Ma tell ya not ta talk to strangers? Well I'm the best kind~"
"Who are you!?"
"Call me Alfie. Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?"
"Erm...____..."
"My word, what a lovely name~" It's almost a chuckle, seemingly dripping with venom "I do think this is the start of one hell of a friendship, don't you ____?" He seems so sinister, so menacing despite his handsome facade.
"Y-Yes?"
Alfie's teeth form that cheshire smile again, the pristine white fangs glinting in the occasional flashes of lightening. "You aren't scared of me are you darlin'?"
"Not at all, Aflie..." I laugh shakily, almost shreiking as Alfie gets on the motorbike and swings me into his lap. I see him lick his lips for a moment, and I feel his warm body press against mine as he whispers seductively in my ear "We wouldn't want a lovely little girl like you to get hurt, would we?" His voice is almost shaking, containing something foreign. It's almost as if he's a lion staring at his next meal "Now you just sit tight and enjoy the ride~" Was that lust in those scarlet eyes?

I don't know how he knows where I live, or how he's convinced me into this state of security, but Alfie is certainly less horrifying than I first expected. Once he'd left me at my front door, he slung his bomber jacket over my shaking wet shoulders. "You look after that for me, and then I'll be back for it another time~"
He mounts his motor-cycle again, saluting me with a predatorial grin. His eyes are full of malice as his mobile rings.
"Get your frilly pink backside out of my house, Artie. You don't want me to leave you again, do you?" He snarls down the phone, the last question soft and ominous. I can hear the shreik from the other the end of the phone from my spot outside my door.
"NO! no no no no no!! P-Please don't leave me Alfie~"
I wince, opening the door. With a chuckle Alfie, oh so casually crunches the phone in his fist. He tosses the crushed plastic mess on to the road and winks at me.
"See ya soon, darlin' We'll have some real fun next time~"

The End?