Chapter#4 Satin Red
Hazel eyes fluttered open, a slight moan was heard, Minnie sighed as she propped herself up on her elbows, she must have slept for at least ten hours, she remembers falling asleep shortly after the incident with the wine glass on a ledge near her window, ah yes, hospitals how much horrible and creepy can they get? "Michelle Ruthenia Bessette?" a sweet and sour voice questioned, Minnie turned her head to the side slightly to be met with two pairs of shimmering blue/green orbs, she was slightly taken aback at the woman's beautiful. She had straight bleach blonde hair, a too perfect figure, and appeared to weigh just the right amount. Minnie inwardly was scorning. How dare the hospital give plain old Minnie a too perfect nurse like her? Yes, officiously hospitals are nearly as bad as the flaming walls of hell.
"Yes," she answered bitterly nearly a minute later, giving the nurse a quick glare before settling to a pout.
"You aunt has brought you a pair of clothes and the doctors assume you can go home today, but be sure to get plenty of rest, no heavy lifting we don't want those stitches to reopen, not too much upper torso work dear." The nurse stated, Minnie just gave her a silent scoff.
"When your aunt comes to pick you up dear I'll have a nurse give you a prescription for pain killers; get well dear." The nurse exclaimed setting a tray of assorted foods in front of her before retreating out into the hall. Minnie gagged at the food she received…yet another thing to add to her incredibly long list of reason, facts, and so forth reasons why she absolutely dreads hospitals.
Minnie had a nurse that was less break taking than the first, help her into her clothes and into a wheelchair, even though she could stand and walk perfectly on her own it was hospital policy. Minnie was dressed plainly in a long sleeve floral pink and a pair of light wash jeans combined with old snickers and grey wool socks. The nurse wheeled her down all twenty flights by elevator and led her into the waiting room where her aunt Kathleen was currently speaking with the receptionist. She waved at her before slipping a piece of paper from the receptionist's hand and walking over to her.
"Ready to go sweetheart," Kathleen asked, while patting her back in reassurance. She responded with a nod of the head. The nurse, with Kathleen at her side wheeled Minnie outside to the parking lot where she was wheeled to Kathleen's Honda Civic. Minnie slowly rose from her seat in the chair, with minor assistance from the nurse sat herself into the passenger side of the Civic, silently pouting. Minnie peered out the windshield, 'Today is going to be as shitty as the next…' she pondered to herself as she saw tiny droplets begin to hit the windshield one by one. Slumping into the seat, she knew there was no point in thinking positive her life was going to the dogs, maybe she just wasn't cut out to make it in the real world…
"Minnie," her aunt's gentle voice awoke her from her day dream like state. Minnie slouch her head to look at her, her expression as sour as ever. "I know you want to be grown up and mature, but everyone needs help." Kathleen spoke as she hopped inside the car and dug around for her car keys.
"What are you getting at aunt Kathy?" Minnie's voice was fresh with bittersweet droplets of venom.
"I just think you need a little extra protection is all…" Kathleen's voice faded as she finally succeeded in finding the supposed missing car keys and starting the car as she pulled out of the parking lot. "What kind of protection?" Minnie asked through gritted teeth. Kathleen sighed, "Michelle, you're not that little girl who would cry behind you're daddies legs when a stranger came near I know." Kathleen paused as she stared at her niece who was giving her a very unpleased glare. "It's just…you're not a two hundred pound tank either, you're human sometimes people need help, sometimes it's alright to be the damsel in distress." Kathleen desperately tried to explain. "What if I don't want to be the damsel in distress?" Minnie silently asked more of herself than her aunt. "Then, you'll be the spitfire pixie that's rescued by the handsome fairy prince." Kathleen replied. Minnie corked an eye brow at her wacky aunt.
"What do you mean rescued?" Minnie was growing impatient, Kathleen merely sighed before responding. "I hired a profession bodyguard to protect you." she stately flatly as if it was no big deal.
Had Minnie been, eating or drinking she surely would've spit up all over herself. "What?" she practically screamed to the world. "I can't afford a bodyguard I can barely afford my apartment, how do you expect me to pay for a bodyguard, toiletries, rent, and the necessaries to live like oh say food!" Minnie cried as she became hysterical.
"You aren't…I am." Her aunt said plainly as she pulled onto the highway. Minnie gapped at her for a minute completely taken aback by her generous kindness and selflessness.
"Aunt Kathy…" she could say no more. "Don't, I just want you to be happy and safe I'll pay for everything…and don't worry I explained everything to Mr. Ruckus and I haven't spoken to your parents yet, knowing you're father he'd force you to move back up to Toronto and we don't want that do we?" Kathleen said referring to her boss and father.
"You're vile aunt Kathy…" Minnie said after minutes of shock wore off. Kathleen smirked, "Runs in the family hon."
Inside the abandoned TNT factory Ville sat atop a case of dynamite smoking his usually Camel cigarettes. "Ville shouldn't you be talking to Mr. Jenkins about our little…what was her name?" Serge questioned as he emerged from the unlit part of the room. "Michelle," Ville said as he took in another puff of the deathly substance. "Yes, that one, well…?"
"Well…what," Ville mocked as he smiled wickedly at Serge who frowned deeply at his rebellious attitude. "You're straining my patience Ville." A knife collided with Ville's chest. Ville's shaky hand gripped at the knife as he tore from his freshly torn skin, he arose from his sitting position and in a flash tore his scythe from his back pocket and lashed out at Serge aiming for his neck. Before the slash was delivered Serge through a punch at Ville's face sending him down to the ground. Serge lashed out again in a flash and nearly delivered a rock smashing punch to Ville's stomach but he back fired, in a flash Ville's legs wrapped themselves around Serge's thighs and with a mighty thrush tackled Serge to ground. Ville's brick tight hand gripping his neck, while his other held his scythe stabbing into his chest area where his heart would've been; Serge smirked up at him "I've taught you well…but not well enough it seems." In a rush Ville's fierce grip was loosened to a minor hold as a dagger pieced his lower chest region.
"Bastard…" he muttered as Serge kicked him off himself and rose to his feet, "Pansy," Serge spat as he pressed his alligator boots against the dagger's hold sending the weapon deeper into Ville's rock hard shin.
"Get going," was the last thing Serge said before disappearing into the vacancy of the dim hollow lit room. "You asshole…" Ville silently muttered to himself as he dug the dagger out of his skin and slowly rose to his feet. "Ugh…where'd I put those blasted cigarettes?" Picking up a smashed box of Camel cigarette's Ville groaned in frustration as he tossed the box aside and sprinted out the abandoned building into the moist air as rain began to sprinkle down upon his body like snow. With a slight grunt he disappeared within seconds leaving behind his grunt to echo into the sky. He reappeared in front of a grey building; pulling his cloak over his features he ventured inside, rushing past people until he burst through one door, inside a man with piercing gold/red eyes greeted him…
The Civic, nearly missing the exit swerved back onto regular turf and drove down the streets of New Jersey without much regard for the speed limit. "Will you just meet him?" Kathleen suggested her niece had still not given up the fight even with all the generosity her aunt was offering her. "No, I appreciate this aunt Kathy but it was just a onetime fluke, I'm not going to be attack every day you know." Minnie stated, even if her attempts at getting out of the awkward situation had turned more softer when speaking they had not worn down in the least to giving up.
"Well how do you know, you live in that bad neighborhood who knows what could happen to you!"
Minnie was left speechless, did she really live in that bad of neighborhood? Sure it wasn't filled with packs and packs of gangs, but then again it wasn't the upper side of New Jersey either. But surely people live in worst parts of the state to make a decent living environment. "The neighborhood has nothing to do with it, you grew up on the lower parts of New York for almost two decades, I think I can handle one year in New Jersey's middle class." Minnie huffed crossing her arms, not willing to admit to defeat just yet. "One month," Her aunt finally spoke Minnie gave her the cold shoulder.
"Just give him one month, if you don't feel safer and if nothing happens you can be free to live alone." Minnie was silent for a minute considering the deal, what could she loose, her dignity? Like she didn't lose that already; "Deal,"
The Civic bore hardly any communication by the two counterparts in the vehicle as they drove on to the next town near Kathleen's house, as the miles past the awkward tension grew. The two were both made for talking, but neither had anything more to say, the deal was sealed, but the silence was unsettling. The Civic slowed to a stop near a pharmacy, no motion was made that Minnie was going to leave car, exactly as Kathleen hoped, she quickly pulled the prescription from her purse and slid out of the car seat into the street, rounding around the car she quickly rushed into the pharmacy forgetting to lock the car doors, windows, and the car itself as she practically hurled herself into the store.
Cars sped past; twenty minutes flew by like a snail crossing the highway. Kathleen emerged from the pharmacy, bag full of two different types prescription pain killers. Not wasting time fumbling with the car door she dropped the bag through the halfway open window and flung the door open before tossing the bag to Minnie's lap as she slammed the car door and quickly, only missing twice, put on her seatbelt before the car roared to life with a gentle purr.
"Perfect," Kathleen sarcastically mumbled to herself spotting the time on the clock radio in her car.
Minnie remained silent, what was there to say? Nothing, nothing at all; it seemed her voice had been long lost in an endless fog of uncertainty. As the car pulled away from the curbs, the uncomfortable tension as growing as car sped off from the curb, going about five miles over the speed limit as the aggravated Kathleen gritted her teeth. Minnie knew by her aunt's antics it was best to leave her to seethe, her short temper isn't one to tempt on an already depressing day such as this with all the drama mixed you'd have to be suicidal to challenge that hidden beast. It was best to play the quiet child for now. And with her ungrateful, pompous bratty attitude it was best to leave her be.
As the Civic drove down what appeared to be a main street, the sloshing sounds of soiled rain making exact contact with the wheels of the Honda Civic filled the car with sound as the two occupants remained deathly silent. After five dreadful miles later of the silent treatment by the two counterparts the car halted to a slow almost pause before parallel parking between a 1964 jet black Ford Mustang and a pale blue 2006 Suzuki Swift. As soon as Kathleen cut the engine, it seemed time froze for a few seconds, then finally with an exhausted sigh she broke the silence. "Can you make it out of the car?" Minnie answered her with a shrug. Slumping her shoulders, Kathleen stepped out from the car; she rounded the car from the back and pulled open Minnie's car door. "I'll help you, now c'mon you don't have to face this alone."
"…Fine." Minnie sighed as she unbuckled her seat belt and gently scooted off the seat, stopping whenever she felt a slight tinge of pain in her lower stomach. "Now I wish I had mom's wheelchair right about now." She murmured to herself, "Oh c'mon you can walk stop being such a baby." Kathleen jokingly mocked as she gripped her niece's shoulders and held part of her up as they walked into the grey colored building.
They entered the building shoulder to shoulder, Minnie hadn't bother to take in the scene she obliviously didn't plan on returning so why bother taking in the surroundings? Eyes directed at her feet, the two made their way to a receptionist's desk, her aunt babbling to the receptionist before they made their way down wide three person side by side hall, walking to the near end the two paused in front of an oak door.
"Mr. Jenkins, it's Kathleen Bessette, I brought my niece to discuss her situation full hand." Kathleen knocked once before entering, Minnie still attached to her.
A man with chestnut hair with a streak a grey rose from his chair as the two entered his average sized office, he offered his hand to Minnie to shake it but she sternly refused, cocking a frown he offered his hand to Kathleen who gladly shook it. "So Ms. Bessette, your aunt has told me little of your predicament care to fill me in?" Samson asked, his golden/red eyes locked on her face, she, still refusing to make eye contact with anything but the floor below. "Not really," Minnie bitterly whispered more to herself than the man in front of her. He smiles somewhat reassuring at her but when she looked up into his face something caught her off guard…his odd and almost disturbing smile and unique swirling eyes. Her aunt gave her a slight squeeze on her shoulder, her way of showing support. "I…a-a man pulled me into an alley way…h-he didn't mug me at least I think he didn't…" Minnie stuttered, the man seemed hardly fazed, he was obviously use to all the stutters and nervous wrecks that came with the job. "Men are animals dear, I'm sorry to say but you have a ninety percent chance he didn't steal any significant items such as credit cards, I.D, and so on." Samson stated his chill voice was slightly frightening.
"Continue on hon." Kathleen encouraged. Minnie bobbed her head once before continuing, "I didn't really see his face…b-but he had bright green e-eyes and pale skin…" Minnie felt as if she was on the brink of a breakdown, tears were shimmering into her hazel eyes as they began to turn slight pink.
"T-The next thing I knew he stabbed me…h-he did it so quickly I d-didn't have time to react, then…he flung me to t-the ground and felt myself s-slipping into unconsciousness…when I woke I was back in my apartment." Minnie tried to continue but felt it impossible as a not tangled itself in her stomach causing her more grief. Kathleen gripped her hand and soothingly began to almost pet it before taking over for her emotional niece. "She's says a man broke in, she's not exactly sure how, we think it's the same man that injured her." Kathleen explained.
Samson studied the two women before him, smirking inwardly. "Did he do anything to you dear?" Samson asked trying to hold back his laughter as another thing consumed his soul. Minnie sighed reluctantly, brushing away a tear ready to fall from the corner of her eye. "H-He kissed me…hard, on the lips then he was gone I don't where he went I don't know how he got in or out…" Minnie finished. Samson frowned, but his eyes gave way to his true emotions, his deep golden/red eyes were swelling with pride…not pride for what he has accomplished but that of another's…
Samson sighed, "It seems we're dealing with a criminal master mind," Kathleen and Minnie both gasp, Kathleen's grip tightening around her nieces hand making it appear slightly flush. "Is it really that serious?" Kathleen said in a hushed tone, Samson sighed rubbing his temples. "If this man can easily break and exit your apartment Ms. Bessette without much effort it appears so, and he knows how to handle a weapon…I thinks best if we provide you with one of our top agents, you have nothing to worry about he's the top one we have and soon I promise you Ms. Bessette we'll do everything we can to catch this maniac." He said, standing again, his voice stained with a mixture of sadness and seriousness all in one.
He walked around his desk and Kathleen and Minnie, he approached the door, reaching for the knob. "Ms. and Mrs. Bessette, I shall return, please take the time to fill out all the papers my secretary Janice has provided you with." He sauntered out the door before anyone could pipe up any secondary comments.
Kathleen removed her hand from Minnie's and gentle rubbed circles into her back supportively. "Everything will work out in the end…I promise…" She breathed out; her words were coming in low slightly even gasps. "How do you know?" Minnie said her voice harsh, tears ready to overflow from her red puffy eyes. "Because I believe that's how fate works, in the end no one really dies happy or sad…because a new chapter in their lives in beginning, in the end of this horrible event you won't be happy, and I bet you won't be sad either…you'll be ready to move on and start a new chapter." Her words stung her…could she really believe such a thing? That when everything is over and she can get back to her life she'll really be okay with it? Okay to move on and place the past in the past?
Minnie wasn't exactly in the mood for a debate with her aunt, so she took the easy way out and forced down all her lies and simply nodded her head agreeing with her opinion. Kathleen patted her back before removing her hand and taking out a pen to fill out all the necessary forms/paper work. Fifteen minutes later, all the paper work complete; exactly as if on cue Samson returned just as Kathleen put away her pen, "Ladies, may I introduce the man whom will be responsible with Ms. Bessette's life, Mr. Scarborough." A man clothed in a pitch black t-shirt and jeans entered the room, he stood about six foot and four inches, his hair was shaggy and covered most of his neck and almost reached his shoulders covering his ears and forehead. What struck Minnie the most peculiar thing about this man was his well built frame and piercing hollow eyes. "Charmed," He said his voice majestic. There had to be something off about him, but neither woman could find any harm or off center feature about him.
Kathleen shook his hand, his grip rough and his hand calloused but other than that something seemed wrong, "I trust you'll be able to keep my niece safe for the time being?" He smiled at her…there, his smile, something was odd about it…it looked about wicked. "Oh you can count on it." He said his voice like velvet, but his smile held something that said he couldn't be trusted… 'Who the hell is this guy…?' Minnie ponder to herself as she stared up at the man, his face had a rugged appeal, unshaven and prickly, his goatee clashed with his unshaved facial hairs that grew from his sideburns down to his chin. 'Looks like he just rolled out of bed and I expect to trust this guy with my life? Forget it!'
"Ville, please escort leaves lovely ladies to their car." Samson stated after a few seconds of the uncomfortable pause.
Ville smirked, tucking his arms behind his back he approached both women, "Madame's you're carriage waits." Reaching around her back without her noticing Ville pushed Minnie to her feet, surprisingly not as rough as one would've imagined. As the three departed out the office door Kathleen slipped a check on Samson's desk making sure he noticed before disappearing out the door with the two.
He led her outside to the street, supporting her balance when needed, but something inside Minnie just didn't settle with her about him. She peered at him through the corners of her eyes, slightly glaring. 'What is he Prince Charming or something? Pssh, give me a break!' Minnie thought to herself as she made her way to Kathleen's Civic, she wasn't very pleased or fooled as Ville opened her door for her.
"Mr. Scarborough?" Kathleen's voice piped up from behind as Minnie stepped into the Honda Civic.
"Michelle shall be staying with me at my house for a few days, but until then you two shall be alone in her apartment when she isn't at work and I expect the utmost respect towards my niece, if you touch in her sexual way I'll make sure to personally kick off you're--" Ville stopped her slightly vicious rant by holding up his hand. "I assure you Mrs. Bessette you're niece is in good hands and any personal contact is not prohibited in the workplace you have nothing to worry over." His charm was alluring but his smile was always awkwardly present and was beginning to slowly dissolving his charm.
Kathleen gave him an uncertain half-smile. Stepping beside him to get to her car she gave him a slight nod before descending to the driver's side of the Civic. "Just follow my car Mr. Scarborough, we shall be heading back to the south side to pick up my niece's belongings and her cat, you aren't allergic to feline's are you Mr. Scarborough?" Kathleen asked before stepping into the Honda Civic.
Ville inwardly cringed, "Not at all Mrs. Bessette and please call me Ville," he said as politely as he could summon before mentally gagging. Kathleen smiled full on before starting the car as Ville made his way to the black 1964 Ford Mustang parked behind the Honda Civic. He pulled out a pair of keys, studying the keys, classifying which would open the locked door. Satisfied with a silver key that he determined was the key to the Mustang, shoving the key into the lock, he smirked as he heard a click as he turned the key into the key hole. Climbing inside the car, after slamming the door, he found a note attached to the leather steering wheel. As he read the note over and over again he was tempted to slap his forehead. "Serge…" he groaned, his cat like nails digging into the leather steering wheel. He crumbled the inferior piece of paper and threw it into the back seat, hitting an oddly bluish/white colored man with blood leaking down the side of his face, lip, and nose; his body totally motionless.
"Take good care of her Ville; she's a rental-Serge" And he wasn't talking about Minnie.
Revving the engine to life, he ran a hand through his thick hair before throwing his arm out the window; his finger's giving Kathleen the 'okay' sign. Nodding her head once, though unseen by Ville in the other car, carefully pulled out between the two cars, careful not to hit either.
A man with thin bleach blonde hair and sea green eyes marched into a yellow average two story house, outside the bustle of the busy New Jersey towns. A stern expression planted upon his facial features as he turned the golden knob. Inside, the house completely furnished but dusty as if it'd never been touched. His footsteps echoing through the house as his feet clicked against the floorboards. He motioned over to a closet door near a flight of stairs, opening the door to be revealed in pitch black darkness, walking into the closet, deeper by each step until he reached another stone solid door at the end of the tunnel. He knocked twice before tapping his foot just loud enough three times.
The door opened without much ease to reveal a darkly blue lit room, beeping machines crowded about everywhere. "About time James," a gruff voice answered, Henry merely nodded his head. "He's getting too dangerous James…he killed over twenty officers, now you tell us he's quit killing?" the voice hollered coming into the light to reveal a man with copper hair and dark brown eyes, his skin tan slightly and his voice was that of a smokers. Henry hung his head in shame. "He's not to be trusted," the man went on. "Don't let him out of your sights…take this with you." The man handed Henry a small taser.
Henry gave him a perplexed gazed, raising his eyebrows at him. "A taser, I think it's going to take more than a measly taser to stop him?" Henry said sarcasm dripping off his bitter words like saliva.
"This taser has been modified to shoot 150mA of electricity; it'll kill anything with a mere touch…even a blood sucker like him." The man explained. Henry nodded; staring down at the tiny contraption as he carefully scrutinized the object in hopes to understand just how something so small held such a powerful charge. 'I suppose it's true--big things come in small packages.' Henry pondered, before carefully placing the object inside his navy blue overcoat. Henry shook the man's hand before he began to leave the darkened room, "And James," Henry stopped abruptly in mid-step. "It is essential that she makes it out alive…we can't lose another one, the FBI is ready to make a move any day, even the army James…the world isn't ready to learn of the nightmare fairytale that only ends in death and destruction." Henry sighed deeply before returning to his irregular pace, within seconds he vanished into the dark tunnel only his footsteps echoing filled the supposedly abandoned house with the sound of life.
Back with the wholesome three, the jet black Mustang was trailing behind the Civic which was headed into the middle class region of New Jersey, a minor road trip that would take about ten to thirty minutes. Ville, in his usual cocky state, pulled out a pack of Camel cigarettes and started smoking the disgusting substance again, only one hand on the wheel, the other occupied with his cigarettes, he had the perfect set up for the bad boy appeal…What a shame the only one to see was a lifeless older gentleman in the backseat. "Bloody hell," he cursed to himself as he saw the Civic make another turn, slowly stopping the Mustang at the stoplight he waited aggressively for the light to change to green. "Should've run that light…" his pointless grumbles went unheard.
Throwing his head forward to the steering wheel as he began to bang his head against the leather as he saw an elderly woman most likely in her late seventies cross the street; he was tempted to slam down on the gas pedal but reluctantly resisted, no matter how many times he'd have to kill in order to survive against Serge's wrath he wouldn't kill for pure aggravation, maybe just this once. Groaning he lifted his head only to see the older woman was still closer to the sidewalk than the middle of the street, digging his nails into the leather he slammed down on the gas pedal and the car shot forward.
In fright the older woman recoiled and pressed her hands up to her face as if blocking the car from making impact on her. But instead of full blown impact and seething pain she received of gust of wind as the Ford Mustang swerved past her, nearly slamming into a passing car, but managed to swerve out of the way with a loud screeched and make a daring escape as he roared down the street opposite of where the car had come from and where he'd last seen the Civic.
Furiously he drove down the road, passing cars, his cigarette now nothing but a mere bud as he spit it out the open window. As soon as he spotted that familiar green Civic he slowed down to a legal speed of twenty five miles. He honked his horn twice to make sure the message was received that he caught up. Kathleen honked her horn back once, which in reality wasn't the brightest thing to do in reality for the person inside the car ahead of Kathleen assumed she was honking at him/her. Reality is such a bitch when it comes to things such as this. As the minutes dwelled forward, Ville sighed in relief as he saw Kathleen's Civic pull up against the curb of an apartment building. Just as soon as he saw Kathleen emerge from the Civic, he unlatched his seatbelt and quickly cut the engine and pulling the Ford keys from the ignition and strode out of the Mustang.
Stalking behind Kathleen he noticed the lack of a certain stubborn pixie girl. Though he hadn't expected much, so with a gruff, he followed Kathleen into the elevator located in the lobby-like entrance to the middle class apartment complex.
Awkward and more than unwelcome; silence is such an obnoxious thing. Often described as the absence and or lack of noise, in both Ville's and Kathleen's perspective as they rode up the flights of levels in the elevator with only the low music making any sound between the two is determined as: unwelcome, uncomfortable, abnormal, and difficult.
"Uh…um, so how long have you worked as a body guard Mr. Sc--Ville?" Kathleen randomly asked breaking the silence with her stutters.
"Since I was 19, ma'am." Ville replied nonchalantly.
"And how old are you now?"
"29, thirty on January 2 next year,"
Kathleen smiled approvingly at him, secretly smirking. 'At least now I know he's too old for Minnie, maybe now I'll be able to trust this man.' Inwardly Ville was also smirking wildly, 'Imbeciles.' A ding awoke both individuals as the elevator came to a sudden halt and the doors began to open, both stepped out from the elevator as soon as they could. It seems the silence had gotten the best of both of them. Ville wandered behind Kathleen as she rushed down a three person made hallway until stopping at a random door with the numbers engraved in the near top "643". Pulling out a false golden key she quickly stuff the key inside the hole and with a turn and click pried the door open.
"I apologies about the mess, 18 year olds, think they can handle anything but can't even keep a room clean!" Kathleen rambled on stepping into the fairly clean apartment besides the unmade bed and a few books and CD's scrambled atop a dresser.
"No, no it's quite alright,"
Ville said gazing around the apartment complex; he never really did bother to look around the last time he was here. Moving around the apartment until he found himself captivated in the bathroom; he was awoken from his trance by the hissing of a certain mischievous annoying creature known as Tiger. "I found the cat," Ville yelled from the bathroom as the cat began to scratch at his leg, glaring down at the pesky creature Ville fought back, pulling back his chalk white lips he revealed his large fangs and let out a low growl from his throat, threatening the animal.
"Oh good, that's Tiger, just pick him up and bring him out here don't worry he's extremely friendly!" Kathleen hollered from Minnie's bedroom/kitchen area as she began to pull out random necessaries for the young woman, clothing, books, CD player, wallet (which surprisingly had every item inside including her minimal amount of money that Minnie usually carries), and lastly a pale green suitcase to carry all her belongings without much effort. Back with Ville in the bathroom, he closed his mouth after releasing a second slightly louder growl that made the cat hiss back at him closing his ears to his head before latching onto Ville's ankle with his mouth.
"Yeah…real friendly," Ville spent the next ten to fifteen minutes prying the feline from his rock hard skin.
The two return to their separate cars twenty minutes later, Ville carrying the pale green suitcase at his side, obviously choosing an inanimate object over the fierce wrath of the feline. Kathleen carrying the friendly and loveable Tiger in her arms before placing the cat (which had no carrier much to Ville's disappointment) upon Minnie's lap inside the Honda Civic; Ville quickly stuffed the suitcase into the back of the Civic before venturing back to the safety of the Mustang. By the time all these complicated tasks were succeeded it was already near four PM, all three companions exhausted. Both cars, as quick as they could drove off towards Kathleen's home, and arrive about eight minutes later rather than the ten it took to arrive at Minnie's apartment. The two cars arrived in front of a two story town plain white house with grey trimming. Minnie was helped into her aunt's house with the aid of her aunt; cat still snuggled beneath the warmth of her chest and arms. Ville was left with the luggage, though it's likely suspected he preferred the luggage than helping Minnie into the house, especially with that corrupt beast in her arms.
Not bothering with food Minnie was helped into a bottom level bedroom, average size, average twin sized bed, nothing special, but as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a rock. Her aunt smiled fondly down upon her sleeping niece's frame, pulling an extra red blanket from the hall closet she wrap her niece's sleeping form in the thin material before exiting the bedroom, taking one last glimpse at the sleeping woman so carefree in her dreams. Ville arrived seconds later, passing Kathleen in the hallway, plopping the green suitcase on the floor he turned his attention to the sleeping figure on the bed draped in red satin blanket. 'How childlike…she's like a little girl clothed in red for a Christmas pageant…' He thought as he stared down at her, the blanket covering all of her milk-white skin except for her head and neck. Shaking all thoughts from his head he walked out of the room before the feisty cat decided to nip him again.