Hey guys! This is going to be a very...strange/different aspect of what kind of writing you've seen by me. I've noticed that there aren't lots of Supernatural stories out there, for Eclare anyways, and I was just wondering, well, maybe I'll give this a shot. Some of you may consider this Supernatural, but some of you may not which is also cool...Give it a chance! I don't think it is much Supernatural, but it's confusing on defining what it is...just read! :D Please enjoy the first chapter of "BIG THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES"...
A SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETA READER-SomeoneNamedLiz
Rated M for: Mature Language/themes and other stuff later on...
BIG THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES-CHAPTER 1
No longer forward nor behind
I look in hope and fear;
But grateful take the good I find,
The best of now and here.
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
"Go ahead! Go! Go! You want to be with him, go!" I screamed at her, my blood boiling, my heart racing and worst of all, my hands balled into tightly clenched fists.
I didn't know what I was doing; I was mad, angry, upset, depressed, and furious all at once! I couldn't control my emotions because the one woman whom I loved for years was leaving me for a douche bag with the IQ of a fucking peanut!
What was I supposed to do, put on a fresh cup of tea and watch the fucking food network?
"But Eli-," I cut her off, "Enough with the excuses, Imogen! I'm sick of your lies, I'm sick of your tip toeing around here, I'm sick of you! I'm done with the mind games, Imogen, I'm not seventeen anymore! I'm a fucking twenty five year-old grown man and I can take care of myself!"
"Eli, your hands are shaking, just calm down and-," I slammed my fists down on the counter, my chest heaving, as I glared down at my arms, not wanting to scare her, but just wanting her to leave.
"Get out," I whispered, my voice low, but loud enough for her to hear the anger in the tone.
She whimpered, and I shook my head, watching her run up the steps quickly to, what I'm assuming, get all of her belongings. Good, that means that if she's out in an hour I can start to forget her.
I scoffed, forget her, yeah right.
As I listened to her sniffle from our- well, my room, I opened my cabinet above the stove, taking out my handy dandy bottle of scotch. I popped open the bottle, closing my eyes and inhaling that burning smell.
"Tasty," I muttered, bringing the bottle to my lips, tossing my head back and letting the liquid burn my throat.
I heard a clear of a throat, and I turned to see Imogen, bags in her hands. I smirked at her, pointing to the door, "What? Do you not know where the fucking door is? You've been using it to come through every night around midnight when you're done with him."
"I'm sorry it had to end this way, Eli," she whispered, and for a second, I actually thought she meant it.
But, as usual, I smirked, laughing away the pain and waving my hand towards the door while saying drearily, "Yeah yeah, get the hell out of my house!" Imogen gasped, but nonetheless, took a deep breath, and once I heard the door slam, I sighed in relief.
Not that I wanted her gone...but the fact that she actually is gone, made me smile in a sick, twisted, devilish way.
I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the kitchen counter, throwing my head back and chugging down the delicious liquid. When the bottle dropped from my lips, I plopped down in my recliner chair, staring at the blank television before me and the remote lying on the couch.
"Imo-," I stopped myself, just remembering that she wasn't here to throw me the remote when it was too far away.
What the fuck am I going to do with myself now?
I sighed, burping when I gasped for air from my drinking. I blinked quickly, thinking that I saw something tiny run across my floor. Just what I needed after the love of my life ditching me for a ditz, but now I get fucking vermin in my house.
"Fucking disgusting vermin," I seethed, but then just shrugged my shoulders, not really caring about it after the thought of little friends running around my house.
Oh well, let it run around, let's see how many fucks I give...
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
"But mom, why do I have to be assigned to that?" I asked, pointing to the man with a five o' clock shadow, a bottle of scotch gripped tightly in his hands, and his chest rising up and down gently as he slept.
"Honey, we ask no questions when we're assigned to a human, they choose us. When he saw you run across the room, he chose you," my mother whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder, "But mom, he called me vermin!"
Our kind is human too...just, shrunken human.
"He didn't know what you were sweetheart and besides, all that you have to do is make him happy. That's your job, remember? Don't forget what you're assigned to him for. We're not here to pick daises and sing, Clare; we're here to make humans happy," she said, smiling, "Which reminds me, I have to get back to your father. Please, just be rational and not nasty like your other assignment."
"Mom, he tried to step on me when I was talking to him!" I yelped and she sighed, "Clare, how many times have I told you that to them, you're basically about the size of a pencil. But, considering your size, more like a pencil that's been sharpened several times."
"Hey! I'm not that short!" I stood on my tippy toes and my mother laughed, patting me on the head, "Go get em' kiddo! Remember, have patience with the humans, especially with ones like these, he seems like an angry one."
I glanced down at my papers, telling me all the information about him.
"Aw, his girlfriend of five years just broke up with him," I mumbled, feeling his pain and already understanding why he is currently in such a depressed state.
"Clare, just because you two are the same age, doesn't mean you're the same height. Now, go on, off to work," she gestured her hands in a way to say "scatter" as I sighed, making my journey up to his recliner chair.
"This...is... ridiculous," I panted heavily on my way up, grabbing onto anything my hands could grasp. My heart raced unevenly as I gripped onto, what's his name again? I think it was Elephant...no, Eligible? No, I can't remember.
When I was finally propped up on his stomach, I balanced myself, since his stomach kept rising from his unsteady sleeping.
Once he was finally still, I backed away a little, smelling the stench of the liquor coming from his breathing. I then pulled out my papers from my bag, looking at his name. Eli, that's it! I was so...so close.
"Eli!" I yelled his name, but he remained asleep.
I began to grow frustrated with his lousy, down beat behavior. Just because he broke up with his girlfriend of five years two hours ago doesn't give him the right to drink himself to sleep, especially when I'm trying to talk to him!
"Eli!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking.
I grew frustrated, tears forming in my eyes, always getting the same exact result out of bigger humans.
Nothing.
It's like I don't even exist!
"Well, might as well make myself comfortable," I muttered, slamming my bag down onto his chest with anger. Sure enough, it had no effect on him. I smiled, jumping onto his chest, cuddling into his comfortable t-shirt.
"I could definitely get used to this," I whispered, and I closed my heavy eyelids, falling asleep to the rocking of his chest, his loud heartbeat thudding against my ears, filling my head...
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
I groaned, opening my eyes, but then quickly shutting them, the sun nearly blinding me.
My breath reeked of scotch, making me want to vomit, but I was too lazy to even stand up. I sighed, keeping my eyes closed as I walked into the bathroom with heavy steps and a pounding headache.
As I made my way to the front of the mirror in my bathroom, I couldn't help but feel my shirt being tugged on.
My eyebrows tightened, but I shrugged it off, shoving my head underneath the faucet, washing my face. A wave of relief took over my body, restoring it to normal Eli as I sighed, grabbing a towel and washing my face off.
My eyes searched the mirror, looking for any changes overnight.
You know, just in case I inherited the sexy gene that would make my girlfri…ex-girlfriend come back to me, or the gene that doesn't curse me with a smirk that my ex-girlfriend wants to vomit when she sees.
But no, I found something...no, someone different.
My eyes bulged, seeing a tiny person, gripping onto my collar and screaming out words, but since she was speaking so fast, I could barely hear what she was saying. I gulped nervously, glancing down at her, and I just assumed it was the hangover affecting me. I gripped the...the little person by the back of her dress, and we came eye to eye.
My eyes were still wide, as I heard her speak, "PUT ME DOWN YOU STUPID TALL HUMAN! JUST BECAUSE I'M SMALL DOESN'T MEAN I'M YOUR PERSONAL TOY! YOU'RE RIPPING MY DRESS YOU DOPE! LET GO!"
For there on in, everything around me went black...
END OF CHAPTER 1
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