Chapter Eight
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Rating: PG
Author's Note: I hope people are liking this, cause I am having a ton of fun writing it. And the chapters have started to get longer now.
My face broke out into a huge grin at that question. I couldn't help myself.
"Siobhan, right" I asked, and she nodded. "What I am going to do might be a little startling, but give me five minutes and I promise you I will look a little more normal. Then I can explain a little more easily 'cause it's kind of hard to talk with inch long fangs in your mouth."
The last part was supposed to be a joke. Guess she didn't get it because all she did was to continue to stare at me.
Okay, Oz, time to get defurred. First step: Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. Will the wolf to recede. But that's a little easier said than done. Now that I had allowed the wolf to surface, it didn't want to disappear. Breathe, come on Ozwolf, I'll take you out for a walk later. I chanced looking down at my hand. Yes, good. The fur on my hand/paw had started to recede. I reached up to feel my face, as my nose had formed again, my ears sliding down my head to their proper place. Done.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I smile at Siobhan and she smiled slightly.
"So Siobhan, just how much do you know about what your father does for a living?" I asked hopefully.
She frowned, "Well, I know dad works in the extermination business. Mostly rats, and stuff like that." Shit she really was in the dark. Time to change tactics.
"Why do you think I looked like that a minute ago?"
"Umm.... you're a freak." She finally replied.
"Well, not exactly. Have you ever heard of werewolves?"
"You're joking. Werewolves don't exist. Next you'll be telling me vampires are real."
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, you'd be surprised."
Her eyes went very, very wide. "Okay, but if you're a werewolf, how can you change now? It's not even the full moon. And most of all why does my dad have you locked in a cage in the basement?" She caught on quick.
"Well, it's a really long story, but yes, werewolf. And your dad sort of is, umm, a werewolf hunter."
Now it was Siobhan's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You shitting me."
"No I am not. Do I have to remind you what I looked like 10 minutes ago?"
"Okay, okay, but you seem like a good enough guy, so why would he kill you, even if you were really a werewolf?"
"Another long story, but mostly when a werewolf changes from human to wolf, they lose themselves, the wolf takes control and can be pretty violent. It's like the part that makes them human no long exists. It used to be and sometimes still is, that when I change I don't remember what happens. Kinda freakish having no control over what you do three nights a month." I answered, "But speaking of your dad, where is he?"
"Oh he's asleep. When he's not out at work, he tends to go to bed early."
"And why did you come in here anyway? You would of thought Cain would have at least locked the door or something."
"Well normally Dad does. He tends to have chemicals and stuff like that in here and I guess he doesn't want me to "play" with them, and we have cats. But I guess he was distracted and forgot to lock the door, so I decided to lock it for him so my kitties wouldn't get in here, and then I saw you." Siobhan finished lamely.
"Ah I see." Thinking this might be my chance I added, "You know it's a little cramped in here, and I sort of would like to stay alive a little longer, so do you think you could umm...let me out and I can get on my way?"
She frowned, "I don't know if that would be a good idea, 'cause my dad's probably got a good reason for locking you up. I mean, aren't werewolves evil and bad and all?"
I sighed. "Werewolves are only monsters three nights a month. We not evil and believe me, coming from personal experience, there were a lot of times I really didn't want to change. And other than that, we are human the other 29 days of the month. Also like I said earlier, a lot of time, we really don't have much control over what we do when we wolf out. " God, I'm starting to sound like Giles, what with the long speeches. I don't think I have ever talked this much in my life.
Siobhan didn't really look convinced, "Well a minute ago, it looked like you had complete control over your changes."
Sighing again, I replied "Yeah, but I was able to achieve that only after I left my girlfriend, friends, family, home, and traveled half way around the world to Tibet. And it took a long time to gain that control, and most werewolves don't believe they'll ever get it, or know how to, so they don't bother trying." I wanted to stress to her the pain I had suffered to gain my control, but well, never really one for words. "How about we compromise: I heard you telling your dad about dinner, and that right about now sounds very appealing. So how about you bring me food and I'll try to answer more of your questions."
Nodding, Siobhan stood up, "Okay, I can do that."
As she was leaving, I called out, "And hey, you wouldn't happen to have any animal crackers would you?"
She looked at me like I was crazy and left the room.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG
Author's Note: I hope people are liking this, cause I am having a ton of fun writing it. And the chapters have started to get longer now.
My face broke out into a huge grin at that question. I couldn't help myself.
"Siobhan, right" I asked, and she nodded. "What I am going to do might be a little startling, but give me five minutes and I promise you I will look a little more normal. Then I can explain a little more easily 'cause it's kind of hard to talk with inch long fangs in your mouth."
The last part was supposed to be a joke. Guess she didn't get it because all she did was to continue to stare at me.
Okay, Oz, time to get defurred. First step: Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. Will the wolf to recede. But that's a little easier said than done. Now that I had allowed the wolf to surface, it didn't want to disappear. Breathe, come on Ozwolf, I'll take you out for a walk later. I chanced looking down at my hand. Yes, good. The fur on my hand/paw had started to recede. I reached up to feel my face, as my nose had formed again, my ears sliding down my head to their proper place. Done.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I smile at Siobhan and she smiled slightly.
"So Siobhan, just how much do you know about what your father does for a living?" I asked hopefully.
She frowned, "Well, I know dad works in the extermination business. Mostly rats, and stuff like that." Shit she really was in the dark. Time to change tactics.
"Why do you think I looked like that a minute ago?"
"Umm.... you're a freak." She finally replied.
"Well, not exactly. Have you ever heard of werewolves?"
"You're joking. Werewolves don't exist. Next you'll be telling me vampires are real."
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, you'd be surprised."
Her eyes went very, very wide. "Okay, but if you're a werewolf, how can you change now? It's not even the full moon. And most of all why does my dad have you locked in a cage in the basement?" She caught on quick.
"Well, it's a really long story, but yes, werewolf. And your dad sort of is, umm, a werewolf hunter."
Now it was Siobhan's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You shitting me."
"No I am not. Do I have to remind you what I looked like 10 minutes ago?"
"Okay, okay, but you seem like a good enough guy, so why would he kill you, even if you were really a werewolf?"
"Another long story, but mostly when a werewolf changes from human to wolf, they lose themselves, the wolf takes control and can be pretty violent. It's like the part that makes them human no long exists. It used to be and sometimes still is, that when I change I don't remember what happens. Kinda freakish having no control over what you do three nights a month." I answered, "But speaking of your dad, where is he?"
"Oh he's asleep. When he's not out at work, he tends to go to bed early."
"And why did you come in here anyway? You would of thought Cain would have at least locked the door or something."
"Well normally Dad does. He tends to have chemicals and stuff like that in here and I guess he doesn't want me to "play" with them, and we have cats. But I guess he was distracted and forgot to lock the door, so I decided to lock it for him so my kitties wouldn't get in here, and then I saw you." Siobhan finished lamely.
"Ah I see." Thinking this might be my chance I added, "You know it's a little cramped in here, and I sort of would like to stay alive a little longer, so do you think you could umm...let me out and I can get on my way?"
She frowned, "I don't know if that would be a good idea, 'cause my dad's probably got a good reason for locking you up. I mean, aren't werewolves evil and bad and all?"
I sighed. "Werewolves are only monsters three nights a month. We not evil and believe me, coming from personal experience, there were a lot of times I really didn't want to change. And other than that, we are human the other 29 days of the month. Also like I said earlier, a lot of time, we really don't have much control over what we do when we wolf out. " God, I'm starting to sound like Giles, what with the long speeches. I don't think I have ever talked this much in my life.
Siobhan didn't really look convinced, "Well a minute ago, it looked like you had complete control over your changes."
Sighing again, I replied "Yeah, but I was able to achieve that only after I left my girlfriend, friends, family, home, and traveled half way around the world to Tibet. And it took a long time to gain that control, and most werewolves don't believe they'll ever get it, or know how to, so they don't bother trying." I wanted to stress to her the pain I had suffered to gain my control, but well, never really one for words. "How about we compromise: I heard you telling your dad about dinner, and that right about now sounds very appealing. So how about you bring me food and I'll try to answer more of your questions."
Nodding, Siobhan stood up, "Okay, I can do that."
As she was leaving, I called out, "And hey, you wouldn't happen to have any animal crackers would you?"
She looked at me like I was crazy and left the room.