(A/N You do not need to read this to understand the story. I did have a
really well thought out next chapter but my comp crashed and I've had to
start again. So this may not be as good and that's why it took a little
while to update. Its kinda short sorry. I just don't wanna rush it.)
The girl stood there dripping wet, staring at Merton incredulously. Merton had momentarily frozen and was now gaining a grip on reality again, a very strange reality. He reached for a weapon, the nearest thing to him being a bottle of his hair gel. He brandished it at the girl who smiled, trying to stop herself laughing.
"What you gonna do, stick me down?" she laughed,
"Who are you?! What do you want?! I'm warning you I've dealt with stuff like this before," Merton was constantly stepping backwards away from the girl and finally bumped into the bookcase behind him.
"O.K first off , calm down, I aint gonna hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already," she looked down at her wet medieval dress, closed her eyes and Merton watched as the water evaporated leaving the dress clean and dry. She opened her eyes smiled and looked at Merton, her eyes travelled up and down his body. "I see we have the same taste in clothes," she smiled. Merton was still holding up the gel bottle.
"Put that thing down for Christs sake. You've just seen me do magic and you think your gonna damage me with that?" Merton lowered the bottle. "Good, now I'm Emily," she looked at him expectantly "You are…"
"Merton," he croaked. Emily looked around the room, surveying the gothic junk on the shelve sand hanging from the room. Her eyes wondered to the rack,
"Haven't seen one of them in a while," she looked like she was recalling happy memories. "Nice place, well better than the last place I was stationed I guess," she took a step forward. Merton tried to step back but only met the solid bookshelve again. Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm here to help, stupid. I'm your new… genie. Well not genie cos I hate that word and there is no way I'm calling anyone master but basicly I'm here to grant you three wishes," she sat on the bed behind her. Mertons mouth was hanging open.
15 minutes later.
Merton was still standing mouth open and Emily was still sitting on the bed, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Obviously its hard for you to register. I mean, most people don't know anything about the 'supernatural'," Merton grunted,
"My best mates a werewolve," he said with out moving his eyes or his body, Emily looked at him
"So your pretty familiar with all this stuff then. Well if you haven't got a wish for me now I'll just go to my necklace for a while. I mean I gotta get the carpets dry now," There was a faint pop and Emily dissappeared, the necklace glowed briefly and dimmed. Merton walked over to the bed where she had been sitting and passed his hand through the air. On finding nothing he frowned and collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.
The girl stood there dripping wet, staring at Merton incredulously. Merton had momentarily frozen and was now gaining a grip on reality again, a very strange reality. He reached for a weapon, the nearest thing to him being a bottle of his hair gel. He brandished it at the girl who smiled, trying to stop herself laughing.
"What you gonna do, stick me down?" she laughed,
"Who are you?! What do you want?! I'm warning you I've dealt with stuff like this before," Merton was constantly stepping backwards away from the girl and finally bumped into the bookcase behind him.
"O.K first off , calm down, I aint gonna hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already," she looked down at her wet medieval dress, closed her eyes and Merton watched as the water evaporated leaving the dress clean and dry. She opened her eyes smiled and looked at Merton, her eyes travelled up and down his body. "I see we have the same taste in clothes," she smiled. Merton was still holding up the gel bottle.
"Put that thing down for Christs sake. You've just seen me do magic and you think your gonna damage me with that?" Merton lowered the bottle. "Good, now I'm Emily," she looked at him expectantly "You are…"
"Merton," he croaked. Emily looked around the room, surveying the gothic junk on the shelve sand hanging from the room. Her eyes wondered to the rack,
"Haven't seen one of them in a while," she looked like she was recalling happy memories. "Nice place, well better than the last place I was stationed I guess," she took a step forward. Merton tried to step back but only met the solid bookshelve again. Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm here to help, stupid. I'm your new… genie. Well not genie cos I hate that word and there is no way I'm calling anyone master but basicly I'm here to grant you three wishes," she sat on the bed behind her. Mertons mouth was hanging open.
15 minutes later.
Merton was still standing mouth open and Emily was still sitting on the bed, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Obviously its hard for you to register. I mean, most people don't know anything about the 'supernatural'," Merton grunted,
"My best mates a werewolve," he said with out moving his eyes or his body, Emily looked at him
"So your pretty familiar with all this stuff then. Well if you haven't got a wish for me now I'll just go to my necklace for a while. I mean I gotta get the carpets dry now," There was a faint pop and Emily dissappeared, the necklace glowed briefly and dimmed. Merton walked over to the bed where she had been sitting and passed his hand through the air. On finding nothing he frowned and collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.