Jasper and the fuzzy hat of doom
Before Jasper stood a monstrous wardrobe, its towering doors swung open.
Every shelf and hanger was stuffed with dresses, skirts and blouses. The lowest shelves held legions of pointy-heeled shoes. This wardrobe belonged to Alice, as it was in her room, but of all the clothing none of it was in her size. As if it was tailor-made to fit some one other than Alice, someone …taller.
Jasper swallowed down hard. His hands were shaking as he reached into the wardrobe.
This wardrobe was dark and swollen with bad memories. Of how Alice was so cute, so pixyish it was Bordering On Dementia, of how she always know where to find him and of how she always knew just what to say or do. This wardrobe didn't just hold miniskirts and feather boas; it held jaspers own inner demons.
He steadied his shaking right hand with his left.
'Cause he had a plan. He could stop these things because he had a plan. He would have to go inside once more but he had a plan.
And with that jasper began to dig.
On the outskirts of La Push is the Dead Dog bar, and of all the neglected, sleazy bars in existence, this one was rare. Because this was where the Werewolves Had Their Picnic.
Well one of them anyway.
Jacob black smiled. What could he say? They sold muffins. There was a towering plateful in front of him that he was quickly reducing to rubble.
A glass placed beside it was still empty.
Jacob didn't drink, he didn't even have a license, but there was no way any of the other wolves would find him in a place like this so he was alone as long as he stayed human. He felt kind of stupid coming here instead of running wild as a wolf, going fast enough that the forest fused into a kind of abstract blur, but it did hurt when the others where wolves, silent but he could tell they were there.
All of it made him feel like a real idiot.
So he didn't think about it, it was raining gloomily outside but he was warm and dry and he had muffins, so he smiled instead.
Everything's going to be okay, he thought.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
