Post by nekochan on Apr 14, 2011 12:41:40 GMT -5
Please dont copy the story here it is my work If you wish to use an element in a fanfic or whatever just ask... So tell me what you guys think if you like it i can post more chapters.
There is no such thing as a fairy tale if anything our lives are but a tactless comedy or a rather disturbing soup opera. I pray for the former rather than the latter” Mallari Wilson
Intro: The rescue
The trees seemed to sway violently as the storm raged. Lightning would strike the sky angrily this way and that at random times. Relentless rain was pouring from the sky, falling on the petrified mans head as he ran for his dear life. He knew that if he didn’t clear these woods and find safety soon that his life was going to be over. The monster was gaining on him. He had to find help soon if not at lest a pay phone. “Why oh why did I leave home today?” He panted out as he tried to keep his pace. He thought he heard foot steps coming up behind him, gaining on him. He didn’t dare turn his head to see. He tried to quicken his pace but found that he was running out of energy. The steady foot falls were closing in on him on him He knew that if he were to slow down, to falter even once that he was surely going to die. He of course knew that everyone is to die eventually in their life but there was no way in this life time or any other for that matter was he going to die like this. No one should have to die like…
Clumsily he stumbled over a tree root he tried to get as quickly as possible but it was too late the monster had him. He was pinned! He quickly grabbed onto a nearest branch, and started hitting the monstrosity as hard as he could. Now up close he could see that the revolting thing on top of him dimly resembled a wolf but that couldn’t be this thing was in the shape of a man. The wolf-man, tired of being hit around like this, moved his paw, claws extended, beat him hard over the left side of his skull. Weakly he tried to fight back. The monster hit the left side again over and over repeatedly. Occasionally hitting another random spot like his side, but mostly aiming for his head. He could hear the monster snarling at him. He could feel the slobber splattering on his face.
The man felt himself sinking deeper into darkness. He tried to fight it but it proved futile. This was it. He thought wildly. I am surely done for now. He closed his eyes and prayed. Please god, please don’t let me die like this. Than as if an answer of prayers, the monster stopped. Cautiously he opened his eyes and saw to his wonder that the thing was bleeding. It had been shot. The monster realizing that someone else was about , turned as if to go after whoever it was, but than decided against it and scampered off to nurse it’s wounds.
The young man sighed with relief. He was alive for now. He tried to move but found it to be too painful. He closed his eyes and tried to breath. Distantly he heard a voice. It seemed to be talking to him. He lifted his lids just enough to see who his savior was. Dimly he could make out a girl leaning over him, worriedly examining his wounds. Her lips moved and asked him something, though he couldn’t hear what it was. He tried to answer but found he didn’t have the strength. Darkness came swiftly.
The girl struggled to carry the unconscious man to safety. He was heavy and probably just as big, if not bigger than her. She continued this struggle for about a half an hour, stopping every now and then for a breath, before she came upon an old vacant house that she had come to call her home.
Once inside the house, she acted quickly. She laid him on the living room floor and removed his drenched clothes careful not to touch his wounds. Once finished with that she wrapped him in up in a big blanket and dragged him over by the fire. She knew that the most important thing was to keep him warm. Who knew how long he was out in this weather before she came upon him? Once she was satisfied with this task she headed over to a closet and grabbed a medical kit and grabbed a wet warm cloth. Anxiously she carefully cleaned his wounds and wrapped bandages around them. She tried not to bind them too tight as to cut off the circulation. Never once did he stir as she amorously preformed this earnest deed.
It has been long sense she has even been this near even to a human being and she found herself staring at his firm muscles and tone. Must work out. She thought blushing as she carefully dragged him onto the couch, lifting a blanket up to his shoulders. She firmly tucked him in as her mother used to do. Poor guy. She worriedly thought. The things he went through. He didn’t deserve this hell. How could God allow such pain on such a person as this man? Almost tenderly she swept a hair out of his green eyes. Blushing, she turned and forced herself to walk up the stairs, hoping to escape the inert man who seemed to release strange feelings pulling at her already tender soul.
<Werewolves and mysterious girls
Chapter one
When he finally woke it was early afternoon. He sat up on the couch, painfully to look around at his surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. The events of last night came rushing back into his memory. The errand he was supposed to run. Milk? I was supposed to get milk? The abduction and hunt of the monster and finally being mauled by it, only to find it flee. It was a girl that rescued him.
Was this her parent’s house? Judging by what he could see, they were not the best house keepers. Everything was dusty and there was trash every where. Everything also had an aged look to it as well. The furniture was for the most part weathered and worn.
He looked a little to the left and noticed that the TV was on low. Some old horror movie was playing on it. He also noticed that on the coffee table there was a medical kit on it as well as a bottle of water, a bag of chips, and a bowl of some kind of soup. Famished he weakly retched for the water. Not noticing at first the sound of footsteps coming from behind.
The girl wondrously watched this weak being try to drink from the bottle of water. He could barely make it to his lips. Her thoughts went back in time to her baby sister. She would be what 3 now? Wordlessly she walked up to him and moved her hand to help him drink. Not daring to look him in the eyes.
The man whispered his thanks to the girl whom he knew to be his savior. Now more fully aware of his surroundings he studied the girl. Her hair was medium, just passing her neck; it was also he noted messy and dark brown. She had an atypical face. Her eyes were green and deep with thought hiding behind a pair of black glasses, which were slightly crooked on one side. Her skin was pale against her lips which were of a cherry color, which were turned down in a nervous frown.
“Is that enough?” The girl asked him. Her accent clearly was northern. He nodded. “Good.” She sighed. “You hungry?” She asks reaching for the bowl.
“No thanks.” He answers slightly stronger. “What is your name?” he curiously prods.
“I should be asking you that very question.” the mysterious girl responds not even batting an eye. “Showing up out of no where, bringing that damn thing here with you, and I thought I was finally rid of those creatures.” She says furiously. They’re like flies they won’t leave me alone.” She pauses taking off her glasses and regards him with those curious eyes of hers. “Though I suppose they wont leave you alone ether, hey?”
“So you know what that thing was?” he asked her trying to hide the fear in his voice.
“Know what they are?” she repeats startled at the question. “Of course I know what it was. It was a werewolf.” She replies studying him with a frown. “Don’t you know what a werewolf is?”
“Yes” he stumbled. “But I thought they were you know fictional.”
She smiles a secret smile of one who knows more than they will let on. “Fictional you say? What was that that just attacked you last night? What was it that...” she paused to touch one of his healing wounds, “that almost bit you?” When she finished she carefully caressed a wound. He shivered at the touch of her fingers on his skin. This girl is crazy! He thought as he looked at the girl, but the girl was not looking at him she was looking at a picture on a wall. It was a picture of a little baby girl of maybe 2 sitting on a rocking chair. Her eyes were once again deep in thought. Her mind was clearly elsewhere.
After a moment she turns back to him as if to say something but stops, as if to ponder it, her eyes searching his. “Where are you from?” she finally asks.
“Where am I from?” he asks startled by the question. She nodes. “Bismarck.” He answers docilely. Her eyes widen at that moment.
“What is your name than?” she asks imperatively.
“Philip.” He answered surprised at her urgency.
“Philip?” she laughs. “You sure don’t look like a Philip to me.” Philip just sighs; he’s used to this kind of stuff now.
After a moment she stops laughing and regards him once more. Taking in his red hair and green eyes as well as he short stature. He almost looks Irish to me. She thought humored now by the whole situation. “Can I call you Pip?” She asked almost begging.
“Why not.” He surrendered weakly. He did not have the strength to argue. “So are werewolves these demented evil creatures like vampires?” Pip asks not knowing what else to say.
“Not all were wolves are bad Pip.” She said as she sat by him on the foot of the couch. “Oh, and, for the record not all vampires are sex offenders either. They are no different from anybody else. You got the villains and you got the hero’s, just like in those old fairy tails that you read as a kid.” She stops for a moment to feel his forehead.
“How do you know all this stuff?” Pip asked perplexed. “Have you talked to one before or something?”
“As a mater of fact I have.” The girl said smiling. “Like I said earlier they just won’t leave me alone. It’s like I am a magnet or something. I am friends with a few in fact. Though I rarely see them, they only come once in a blue moon you see.” She quietly laughed at her little joke a moment before continuing.
“Well Pip, it’s time you went back to sleep, I suppose.” She said sighing as if to say she wanted the exact opposite. “Later, if your up to it we can talk some more about your wonderful life.” Pip looked at her in disbelief how could she assume that someone like him would have such a great life, when they didn’t even know each other? He pondered this question until sleep once again claimed him.
When Pip was finally asleep, the girl left the living room, pausing only once to look again at the picture of the two year old. She walked into the kitchen almost unsure of what to do. Should she have him sent to the hospital or should she nurse him back to health herself. It would probably be better for him, if she sent him on his way, but, if she does so she would be risking a great deal. He could give away her little hiding place and than she would have to turn herself in to report to the high queen who thought she was dead.
Also he posed a greater problem. If in fact he has been turned into a werewolf he could go mad and inflict the whole society that he lives in. No she would not risk it. She finally decided. He would stay here for a little while longer. If anything she could get the main pack together, they might accept him as part of them. Gizmo was supposed to be here in a couple days anyway. She could send him off to get the others. She’d see what they would say. She thought about this problem more reaching into the fridge for some slim fast shake.
Hearing a noise she turned to see another girl amble clumsily into the house via the kitchen door. “Mil! Where were you?” The girl looked up her eyes deep blue and vacant. She was gasping for breath as she weakly walked over to the girl by the fridge. Her arms wet reached for something, to grab a hold of. However as she got closer she rigidly stopped and clutched her stomach and began to retch and cough, blood decanting out of her mouth. With a last effort Mil weakly grabbed onto her friend as tight as she could, only to collapse ineptly into the girls arms. Her mouth moved and tried to make sound. A clumsy smile appeared on her lips.
“I found my way back.” She said weakly. “Bre, I found my way back.” She said shaking.
Bre only shook her head sadly and said. “I’m glad.”
When he awoke again it was morning. What a strange dream I had last night. He thought as he stretched, as he stretched he realized that he wasn’t wearing his usual t-shirt and boxers to bed in fact he wasn’t wearing anything! Aside from his boxers he was completely in the nude. I must have been really tired when I went to bed. He thought as he got up, scratching his head.
Suddenly he realized that he wasn’t in his room, heck it didn’t even look like his house. The events of the last few days began to nag at the back of his brain but he tried to push them away, refusing to believe it to be true. Something weird is going on. He half thought half mumbled. Suddenly he heard footsteps echoing down a hall coming near. Instantly he hid in the coat closet.
Mil having just got out of the shower put on her bra and knickers suddenly remembered that she forgot to turn the stove off quickly ran into the kitchen to turn it off. She didn’t seem to notice the absence of her room mate. “Whew that was a close one.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she quickly checked to see if there was any damage done. “She is going to be so mad at me if she finds out about this,” she mutters.
While she was doing that Pip quietly got out of the closet and started for the door. Unfortunately he didn’t make that far. The girl who had been in the kitchen had some how made it in the living room without him noticing. Just as she walked into the room the phone rang. She turned her back to the living room entry and reached for the phone on the wall. Using this to his advantage he decided to hide once again in the closet as not to be found.
The girl looked at the caller ID and growled in frustration. “Not again!” She growled. “How many times do I have to tell him not to call me? I am so going to blow his brains if he calls one more time!” Cursing she puts the phone down letting it ring. Turning around she gasped, startled for a moment at what she saw.
Seeing that he was caught he grabbed the nearest thing he could find to use as a weapon, a lamp.
Gizmo a thirty something man was of deep intellect. He was always coming up with new theories on the way of life. Despite his obvious intelligence he never was able to get his inventions quite finnished, at least not since his transformation from man to werewolf. Lately he has been working on a formula that could cure werewolves of this transportation. Yet he seems to be missing a piece of the puzzle that he just can’t seem to find. He was at the moment working in the library when he thought he heard a commotion coming from the living room. “Better go see what trouble those old girls have caused now.” Gizmo said as he got up from the chair.
Pip held the lamp defensively up over his head occasionally swinging if the girl happened to even move an inch. The girl threw her hands up defensively. “look.” She said irked. “You can play bat with the lamp but if you hit the television you’re dead. You break one of my game system’s you also are dead.” She threw him a threatening glare. “Hell, if you break anything your dead. I don’t have the money to replace any of this. Neither does my roomy.”
He stared at the lamp unsure of what to do. Looking slightly up he saw that she wasn’t looking at him any more. Instead she was looking up at the ceiling muttering under her breath, breathing in and out as if to calm her self. After a few moments she looked back at him and breathed in once more. “Look dude, I don’t know why you are in our house or why you’re …” she paused to give him a once over. “Standing here only in you’re under wear but something tells me I don’t want to know. So I am not even going to ask.”
“Oh, like you should be talking. “ Pip snorted. The girl as if remembering her current attire suddenly attempted to cover herself with her hands.
“I have a right to be like this. I practically live here!” she seethed. Frustrated she pulled at her shoulder length cherry red hair. The hair which was still wet from the shower sprayed water droplets this way and that as she shook her head.
“Only practically?” Pip asked eyebrows raised. “Your mom doesn’t let you come in sometimes or something?”
“My mom doesn’t live here.” The girl said softly.
Bre came down the stairs figuring she better check on Pip. He should just about be healed by now. She thought as she came into the hall by the library only to run into Gizmo who was just coming out, head down as if listening intently. Bre nearly fell to the ground on impact. Gizmo looked up almost surprised to see her there. “My dear you are finished with your argument I see.” He said pleasantly.
“What argument? What are you talking about? With whom?” she asked obliviously of what he was talking about.
“Why dear you and that young friend of yours.”
Bre perplexed asked. “You mean Pip the boy I rescued? Cause he’s asleep.”
Gizmo shook his crazy mop of hair. “No no, Milary. I heard her yelling and I assumed you two were fighting.” He explained.
“But that can’t because she was sleeping….” But she didn’t even finish. She turned is if listening and ran toward the living room. Gizmo laughed heartily as he watched her run and finally after a moment started after her.
As Bre turned to get into the hall leading into the living room, she heard the sound of breaking glass. “Oh dear.” Bre breathed as she stumbled into the living room. For there in front of her was her friend Mil and her newest tenant were both staring at each other with utter most loathing in only their underwear. At Pips feet was a broken bowl the piece were shattered all around him.
“Um …” she stuttered. They both turned to look at her. A look of reconciliation seemed to cross Pips face as if he finally remembered where he was. He stood there staring ahead at nothing as if shocked. Mil on the other hand stood immovable, arms crossed and said nothing. “Um I see you two have met.” Bre said through a nervous laugh.
Mil turned her eyes ablaze. “This man snuck up on me. He is a pervert and was swinging a lamp at me!” She said seething, as she pointed her fingers accusingly at him.
“Look I am sorry for sneaking up on you but you have to throw a platter at me!” The boy snorted.
Bre only shook her head. “Mil may I ask why you are only in your under garments?” she asked uncertainty.
“I just got out of the shower.” Milary said sullenly. “This man snuck up on me.” She repeated this time almost screeching. Bre tried to calm her seeing that Milary was getting far too excited for her own good.
“This is Pip; he is going to be with us for awhile.” Bre tried to explain. “He was attacked by an unpleasant werewolf.” This news seemed to only make Milary angrier. “Look just because another one of your lackeys went insane doesn’t mean you should bring this loser here. I’m going for a walk.” She said fuming.
Bre looked at her friend sternly. “Now Mil, you’re not better yet.” Suddenly as if to prove her friend’s point, Mil doubled over clutching her stomach heaving. Bre ran to her friend franticly. “Mil don’t over excite yourself!” She said as she wrapped her arms around the over excited girl protectively. Her friend was now coughing uncontrollably clutching at her stomach. Tears were streaming down Bre’s face as she tried to calm Mil down. “Breath Mil, breath!” She said forcefully. Mil tried to breath but it came out more like a wheeze.
Pip stared on dumbly wondering what to do. “Is there something you want me to do?” he asked uncertainty. “Water! Get me some hot water!” Bre ordered. “A wet rag?” he asked. “Yes hurry.” she ordered as she tried to smooth a piece of hair out of her friend’s eyes. Hurriedly he ran into the kitchen and got a rag and put it under the water. He handed her the rag, which she snatched out of his hand. She than quickly checked its temperature, after doing so she patted the rag on the trembling figure.
Bre methodically patted the damp rag on her forehead and than rubbing her friends chest to sooth her and impede the cough. After what seemed like an hour but was really only maybe a half of an hour, Milary lay there in Bre’s arms as if sleeping. Bre breathed a sigh of relief.
Gizmo, who was now standing there in the living room with them, calmly walked over to where Mil lay inert and picked her up. “Shall I take her up to her room and get her into her something comfortable?” The professor inquired.
“Just take her up I’ll get her into something.” Bre responded bleakly as she got up to follow him up the stairs. As if remembering something she turned to look back at Pip. “Your clothes are in the closet.” She said barely looking at him. “You might want to put something on.”
Pip watched on knowing inside that there was something more mysterious about these people than werewolves and he was curious to find out what that was. Pip thoughts went out to his superstitious brother back home and wondered how he would have acted if he was in this situation.
There is no such thing as a fairy tale if anything our lives are but a tactless comedy or a rather disturbing soup opera. I pray for the former rather than the latter” Mallari Wilson
Intro: The rescue
The trees seemed to sway violently as the storm raged. Lightning would strike the sky angrily this way and that at random times. Relentless rain was pouring from the sky, falling on the petrified mans head as he ran for his dear life. He knew that if he didn’t clear these woods and find safety soon that his life was going to be over. The monster was gaining on him. He had to find help soon if not at lest a pay phone. “Why oh why did I leave home today?” He panted out as he tried to keep his pace. He thought he heard foot steps coming up behind him, gaining on him. He didn’t dare turn his head to see. He tried to quicken his pace but found that he was running out of energy. The steady foot falls were closing in on him on him He knew that if he were to slow down, to falter even once that he was surely going to die. He of course knew that everyone is to die eventually in their life but there was no way in this life time or any other for that matter was he going to die like this. No one should have to die like…
Clumsily he stumbled over a tree root he tried to get as quickly as possible but it was too late the monster had him. He was pinned! He quickly grabbed onto a nearest branch, and started hitting the monstrosity as hard as he could. Now up close he could see that the revolting thing on top of him dimly resembled a wolf but that couldn’t be this thing was in the shape of a man. The wolf-man, tired of being hit around like this, moved his paw, claws extended, beat him hard over the left side of his skull. Weakly he tried to fight back. The monster hit the left side again over and over repeatedly. Occasionally hitting another random spot like his side, but mostly aiming for his head. He could hear the monster snarling at him. He could feel the slobber splattering on his face.
The man felt himself sinking deeper into darkness. He tried to fight it but it proved futile. This was it. He thought wildly. I am surely done for now. He closed his eyes and prayed. Please god, please don’t let me die like this. Than as if an answer of prayers, the monster stopped. Cautiously he opened his eyes and saw to his wonder that the thing was bleeding. It had been shot. The monster realizing that someone else was about , turned as if to go after whoever it was, but than decided against it and scampered off to nurse it’s wounds.
The young man sighed with relief. He was alive for now. He tried to move but found it to be too painful. He closed his eyes and tried to breath. Distantly he heard a voice. It seemed to be talking to him. He lifted his lids just enough to see who his savior was. Dimly he could make out a girl leaning over him, worriedly examining his wounds. Her lips moved and asked him something, though he couldn’t hear what it was. He tried to answer but found he didn’t have the strength. Darkness came swiftly.
The girl struggled to carry the unconscious man to safety. He was heavy and probably just as big, if not bigger than her. She continued this struggle for about a half an hour, stopping every now and then for a breath, before she came upon an old vacant house that she had come to call her home.
Once inside the house, she acted quickly. She laid him on the living room floor and removed his drenched clothes careful not to touch his wounds. Once finished with that she wrapped him in up in a big blanket and dragged him over by the fire. She knew that the most important thing was to keep him warm. Who knew how long he was out in this weather before she came upon him? Once she was satisfied with this task she headed over to a closet and grabbed a medical kit and grabbed a wet warm cloth. Anxiously she carefully cleaned his wounds and wrapped bandages around them. She tried not to bind them too tight as to cut off the circulation. Never once did he stir as she amorously preformed this earnest deed.
It has been long sense she has even been this near even to a human being and she found herself staring at his firm muscles and tone. Must work out. She thought blushing as she carefully dragged him onto the couch, lifting a blanket up to his shoulders. She firmly tucked him in as her mother used to do. Poor guy. She worriedly thought. The things he went through. He didn’t deserve this hell. How could God allow such pain on such a person as this man? Almost tenderly she swept a hair out of his green eyes. Blushing, she turned and forced herself to walk up the stairs, hoping to escape the inert man who seemed to release strange feelings pulling at her already tender soul.
<Werewolves and mysterious girls
Chapter one
When he finally woke it was early afternoon. He sat up on the couch, painfully to look around at his surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. The events of last night came rushing back into his memory. The errand he was supposed to run. Milk? I was supposed to get milk? The abduction and hunt of the monster and finally being mauled by it, only to find it flee. It was a girl that rescued him.
Was this her parent’s house? Judging by what he could see, they were not the best house keepers. Everything was dusty and there was trash every where. Everything also had an aged look to it as well. The furniture was for the most part weathered and worn.
He looked a little to the left and noticed that the TV was on low. Some old horror movie was playing on it. He also noticed that on the coffee table there was a medical kit on it as well as a bottle of water, a bag of chips, and a bowl of some kind of soup. Famished he weakly retched for the water. Not noticing at first the sound of footsteps coming from behind.
The girl wondrously watched this weak being try to drink from the bottle of water. He could barely make it to his lips. Her thoughts went back in time to her baby sister. She would be what 3 now? Wordlessly she walked up to him and moved her hand to help him drink. Not daring to look him in the eyes.
The man whispered his thanks to the girl whom he knew to be his savior. Now more fully aware of his surroundings he studied the girl. Her hair was medium, just passing her neck; it was also he noted messy and dark brown. She had an atypical face. Her eyes were green and deep with thought hiding behind a pair of black glasses, which were slightly crooked on one side. Her skin was pale against her lips which were of a cherry color, which were turned down in a nervous frown.
“Is that enough?” The girl asked him. Her accent clearly was northern. He nodded. “Good.” She sighed. “You hungry?” She asks reaching for the bowl.
“No thanks.” He answers slightly stronger. “What is your name?” he curiously prods.
“I should be asking you that very question.” the mysterious girl responds not even batting an eye. “Showing up out of no where, bringing that damn thing here with you, and I thought I was finally rid of those creatures.” She says furiously. They’re like flies they won’t leave me alone.” She pauses taking off her glasses and regards him with those curious eyes of hers. “Though I suppose they wont leave you alone ether, hey?”
“So you know what that thing was?” he asked her trying to hide the fear in his voice.
“Know what they are?” she repeats startled at the question. “Of course I know what it was. It was a werewolf.” She replies studying him with a frown. “Don’t you know what a werewolf is?”
“Yes” he stumbled. “But I thought they were you know fictional.”
She smiles a secret smile of one who knows more than they will let on. “Fictional you say? What was that that just attacked you last night? What was it that...” she paused to touch one of his healing wounds, “that almost bit you?” When she finished she carefully caressed a wound. He shivered at the touch of her fingers on his skin. This girl is crazy! He thought as he looked at the girl, but the girl was not looking at him she was looking at a picture on a wall. It was a picture of a little baby girl of maybe 2 sitting on a rocking chair. Her eyes were once again deep in thought. Her mind was clearly elsewhere.
After a moment she turns back to him as if to say something but stops, as if to ponder it, her eyes searching his. “Where are you from?” she finally asks.
“Where am I from?” he asks startled by the question. She nodes. “Bismarck.” He answers docilely. Her eyes widen at that moment.
“What is your name than?” she asks imperatively.
“Philip.” He answered surprised at her urgency.
“Philip?” she laughs. “You sure don’t look like a Philip to me.” Philip just sighs; he’s used to this kind of stuff now.
After a moment she stops laughing and regards him once more. Taking in his red hair and green eyes as well as he short stature. He almost looks Irish to me. She thought humored now by the whole situation. “Can I call you Pip?” She asked almost begging.
“Why not.” He surrendered weakly. He did not have the strength to argue. “So are werewolves these demented evil creatures like vampires?” Pip asks not knowing what else to say.
“Not all were wolves are bad Pip.” She said as she sat by him on the foot of the couch. “Oh, and, for the record not all vampires are sex offenders either. They are no different from anybody else. You got the villains and you got the hero’s, just like in those old fairy tails that you read as a kid.” She stops for a moment to feel his forehead.
“How do you know all this stuff?” Pip asked perplexed. “Have you talked to one before or something?”
“As a mater of fact I have.” The girl said smiling. “Like I said earlier they just won’t leave me alone. It’s like I am a magnet or something. I am friends with a few in fact. Though I rarely see them, they only come once in a blue moon you see.” She quietly laughed at her little joke a moment before continuing.
“Well Pip, it’s time you went back to sleep, I suppose.” She said sighing as if to say she wanted the exact opposite. “Later, if your up to it we can talk some more about your wonderful life.” Pip looked at her in disbelief how could she assume that someone like him would have such a great life, when they didn’t even know each other? He pondered this question until sleep once again claimed him.
When Pip was finally asleep, the girl left the living room, pausing only once to look again at the picture of the two year old. She walked into the kitchen almost unsure of what to do. Should she have him sent to the hospital or should she nurse him back to health herself. It would probably be better for him, if she sent him on his way, but, if she does so she would be risking a great deal. He could give away her little hiding place and than she would have to turn herself in to report to the high queen who thought she was dead.
Also he posed a greater problem. If in fact he has been turned into a werewolf he could go mad and inflict the whole society that he lives in. No she would not risk it. She finally decided. He would stay here for a little while longer. If anything she could get the main pack together, they might accept him as part of them. Gizmo was supposed to be here in a couple days anyway. She could send him off to get the others. She’d see what they would say. She thought about this problem more reaching into the fridge for some slim fast shake.
Hearing a noise she turned to see another girl amble clumsily into the house via the kitchen door. “Mil! Where were you?” The girl looked up her eyes deep blue and vacant. She was gasping for breath as she weakly walked over to the girl by the fridge. Her arms wet reached for something, to grab a hold of. However as she got closer she rigidly stopped and clutched her stomach and began to retch and cough, blood decanting out of her mouth. With a last effort Mil weakly grabbed onto her friend as tight as she could, only to collapse ineptly into the girls arms. Her mouth moved and tried to make sound. A clumsy smile appeared on her lips.
“I found my way back.” She said weakly. “Bre, I found my way back.” She said shaking.
Bre only shook her head sadly and said. “I’m glad.”
When he awoke again it was morning. What a strange dream I had last night. He thought as he stretched, as he stretched he realized that he wasn’t wearing his usual t-shirt and boxers to bed in fact he wasn’t wearing anything! Aside from his boxers he was completely in the nude. I must have been really tired when I went to bed. He thought as he got up, scratching his head.
Suddenly he realized that he wasn’t in his room, heck it didn’t even look like his house. The events of the last few days began to nag at the back of his brain but he tried to push them away, refusing to believe it to be true. Something weird is going on. He half thought half mumbled. Suddenly he heard footsteps echoing down a hall coming near. Instantly he hid in the coat closet.
Mil having just got out of the shower put on her bra and knickers suddenly remembered that she forgot to turn the stove off quickly ran into the kitchen to turn it off. She didn’t seem to notice the absence of her room mate. “Whew that was a close one.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she quickly checked to see if there was any damage done. “She is going to be so mad at me if she finds out about this,” she mutters.
While she was doing that Pip quietly got out of the closet and started for the door. Unfortunately he didn’t make that far. The girl who had been in the kitchen had some how made it in the living room without him noticing. Just as she walked into the room the phone rang. She turned her back to the living room entry and reached for the phone on the wall. Using this to his advantage he decided to hide once again in the closet as not to be found.
The girl looked at the caller ID and growled in frustration. “Not again!” She growled. “How many times do I have to tell him not to call me? I am so going to blow his brains if he calls one more time!” Cursing she puts the phone down letting it ring. Turning around she gasped, startled for a moment at what she saw.
Seeing that he was caught he grabbed the nearest thing he could find to use as a weapon, a lamp.
Gizmo a thirty something man was of deep intellect. He was always coming up with new theories on the way of life. Despite his obvious intelligence he never was able to get his inventions quite finnished, at least not since his transformation from man to werewolf. Lately he has been working on a formula that could cure werewolves of this transportation. Yet he seems to be missing a piece of the puzzle that he just can’t seem to find. He was at the moment working in the library when he thought he heard a commotion coming from the living room. “Better go see what trouble those old girls have caused now.” Gizmo said as he got up from the chair.
Pip held the lamp defensively up over his head occasionally swinging if the girl happened to even move an inch. The girl threw her hands up defensively. “look.” She said irked. “You can play bat with the lamp but if you hit the television you’re dead. You break one of my game system’s you also are dead.” She threw him a threatening glare. “Hell, if you break anything your dead. I don’t have the money to replace any of this. Neither does my roomy.”
He stared at the lamp unsure of what to do. Looking slightly up he saw that she wasn’t looking at him any more. Instead she was looking up at the ceiling muttering under her breath, breathing in and out as if to calm her self. After a few moments she looked back at him and breathed in once more. “Look dude, I don’t know why you are in our house or why you’re …” she paused to give him a once over. “Standing here only in you’re under wear but something tells me I don’t want to know. So I am not even going to ask.”
“Oh, like you should be talking. “ Pip snorted. The girl as if remembering her current attire suddenly attempted to cover herself with her hands.
“I have a right to be like this. I practically live here!” she seethed. Frustrated she pulled at her shoulder length cherry red hair. The hair which was still wet from the shower sprayed water droplets this way and that as she shook her head.
“Only practically?” Pip asked eyebrows raised. “Your mom doesn’t let you come in sometimes or something?”
“My mom doesn’t live here.” The girl said softly.
Bre came down the stairs figuring she better check on Pip. He should just about be healed by now. She thought as she came into the hall by the library only to run into Gizmo who was just coming out, head down as if listening intently. Bre nearly fell to the ground on impact. Gizmo looked up almost surprised to see her there. “My dear you are finished with your argument I see.” He said pleasantly.
“What argument? What are you talking about? With whom?” she asked obliviously of what he was talking about.
“Why dear you and that young friend of yours.”
Bre perplexed asked. “You mean Pip the boy I rescued? Cause he’s asleep.”
Gizmo shook his crazy mop of hair. “No no, Milary. I heard her yelling and I assumed you two were fighting.” He explained.
“But that can’t because she was sleeping….” But she didn’t even finish. She turned is if listening and ran toward the living room. Gizmo laughed heartily as he watched her run and finally after a moment started after her.
As Bre turned to get into the hall leading into the living room, she heard the sound of breaking glass. “Oh dear.” Bre breathed as she stumbled into the living room. For there in front of her was her friend Mil and her newest tenant were both staring at each other with utter most loathing in only their underwear. At Pips feet was a broken bowl the piece were shattered all around him.
“Um …” she stuttered. They both turned to look at her. A look of reconciliation seemed to cross Pips face as if he finally remembered where he was. He stood there staring ahead at nothing as if shocked. Mil on the other hand stood immovable, arms crossed and said nothing. “Um I see you two have met.” Bre said through a nervous laugh.
Mil turned her eyes ablaze. “This man snuck up on me. He is a pervert and was swinging a lamp at me!” She said seething, as she pointed her fingers accusingly at him.
“Look I am sorry for sneaking up on you but you have to throw a platter at me!” The boy snorted.
Bre only shook her head. “Mil may I ask why you are only in your under garments?” she asked uncertainty.
“I just got out of the shower.” Milary said sullenly. “This man snuck up on me.” She repeated this time almost screeching. Bre tried to calm her seeing that Milary was getting far too excited for her own good.
“This is Pip; he is going to be with us for awhile.” Bre tried to explain. “He was attacked by an unpleasant werewolf.” This news seemed to only make Milary angrier. “Look just because another one of your lackeys went insane doesn’t mean you should bring this loser here. I’m going for a walk.” She said fuming.
Bre looked at her friend sternly. “Now Mil, you’re not better yet.” Suddenly as if to prove her friend’s point, Mil doubled over clutching her stomach heaving. Bre ran to her friend franticly. “Mil don’t over excite yourself!” She said as she wrapped her arms around the over excited girl protectively. Her friend was now coughing uncontrollably clutching at her stomach. Tears were streaming down Bre’s face as she tried to calm Mil down. “Breath Mil, breath!” She said forcefully. Mil tried to breath but it came out more like a wheeze.
Pip stared on dumbly wondering what to do. “Is there something you want me to do?” he asked uncertainty. “Water! Get me some hot water!” Bre ordered. “A wet rag?” he asked. “Yes hurry.” she ordered as she tried to smooth a piece of hair out of her friend’s eyes. Hurriedly he ran into the kitchen and got a rag and put it under the water. He handed her the rag, which she snatched out of his hand. She than quickly checked its temperature, after doing so she patted the rag on the trembling figure.
Bre methodically patted the damp rag on her forehead and than rubbing her friends chest to sooth her and impede the cough. After what seemed like an hour but was really only maybe a half of an hour, Milary lay there in Bre’s arms as if sleeping. Bre breathed a sigh of relief.
Gizmo, who was now standing there in the living room with them, calmly walked over to where Mil lay inert and picked her up. “Shall I take her up to her room and get her into her something comfortable?” The professor inquired.
“Just take her up I’ll get her into something.” Bre responded bleakly as she got up to follow him up the stairs. As if remembering something she turned to look back at Pip. “Your clothes are in the closet.” She said barely looking at him. “You might want to put something on.”
Pip watched on knowing inside that there was something more mysterious about these people than werewolves and he was curious to find out what that was. Pip thoughts went out to his superstitious brother back home and wondered how he would have acted if he was in this situation.