Chapter 14 - Poulet sur une Ficelle
Both vampire and werewolf stood in the kitchen with their arms raised in surrender. They'd forgotten about the chair.
"But it was an anniversary gift!"
Mitchell placed his hand on Annie's shoulder, only for it to be shrugged off violently. She kicked at the half destroyed kitchen chair on the floor and glared at the two men, "You can buy me a new one".
George shook his head and almost spat out his words, "What? We saved you Annie. We saved you from certain death and all you can think about is a bloody chair?"
Mitchell cringed as the words left George's mouth.
"A bloody chair?!" Annie was fuming, "George, that bloody chair was a present from Owen's Mum!"
Mitchell attempted to help George's case, "Owen's Mum?! Annie, Owen killed you remember?! He threw you down the stairs!"
Annie glowered at Mitchell and jabbed an angry finger at the chair, "Well his mum didn't throw me down the stairs did she?!"
George seemed to be frothing at the mouth, he threw up his arms in defeat and marched upstairs to his room.
Mitchell placed a loving hand on Annie's shoulder, "We'll buy you a new chair I promise. George is just a bit pissed off that you're not organising a hero's parade for him". Annie smiled and nudged Mitchell's arm,
"I know. I'm fine about the chair, and anyway I've kind of already got my own back", Annie smiled an evil smile.
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Upstairs George got changed out of his dirty, blood stained clothes and decided to take a nap before making supper. He pulled back his bed sheets only to be met by the most disturbing thing he had ever seen in a bed. He poked at it with a coat hanger and watched as the juices seeped from its sagging skin, "Annie!"
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Downstairs Mitchell stared at Annie in bewilderment. Annie shrugged and smiled angelically, "I found a new home for his chicken on a string".
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