Chapter Nine
Dislaimer: Not Mine
AuthorÕs Note: I updated! Woo Hoo! ArenÕt you proud of me?
Oh and keep those reviews coming. Also someone had asked
how old Siobhan is. I was thinking between the ages of 13-
15ish.
Okay now all I had to do now was convince Siobhan to
let me out and get my van and drive, far, far away, very,
very quickly. And all before Cain wakes up. So no problem,
really. Yeah right. And now IÕve started to give speeches.
Me! Okay, just a little pissed. But really, I do believe I
have justification for being pissed. I mean, girls get PMS
around their time of month, well so do I around mine. Wow
that sounded so wrong. Oh well. Deal.
"UmmÉ. werewolf?" Siobhan asked from the doorway. That
made me jump. "You know, you never told me your name." She
walked into the room, baring a plate filled with steak,
mash potatoes, and bread. Even without an enhanced sense of
smell, it would of smelled no less delicious.
"That smells really good." I said, stating the
obvious.
"Okay, but before you get dinner, name. I canÕt just
call you werewolf." She informed me.
"You can call me Oz." I told her.
She frowned. "But thatÕs not your real name. I want to
know your real name. Real names are special."
Insistent girl. "Yeah but my "real" name really isnÕt
all that real. No one calls me by it." I informed her.
"Okay so? I still want to know it." She grinned. I
realized now that she was being annoying. She didnÕt really
care about my real name, just wanted to tease me. "So no
dinner." And she sat down, and began eating it right in
front of my cage. First she ate the mash potatoes, then the
bread and finally began on the steak.
"Daniel Osbourne." I splat out. "ThatÕs my full real
name, no middle name. Now give me some steak."
She smiled. "I can see why you go by Oz, Daniel really
doesnÕt suite you."
I nodded, waiting for food.
"Okay, let me go fill back up the plate, and then let
me figure out how to get the food into your cage."
Returning a few minutes later, she looked puzzled. "I
still have no clue how to get this to you." She stated as
she entered the room.
"Well, you could always open the door. I believe the
keys are on the work bench over there." I answered pointing
to the table behind me.
"But how do I know that your not gonna go all wolfy
and try to eat me the minute I open the door?"
"You might just have to take a chance." I left it at
that. Oz, I thought to myself, you never used to talk this
much. Must be the coming full moon.
Dislaimer: Not Mine
AuthorÕs Note: I updated! Woo Hoo! ArenÕt you proud of me?
Oh and keep those reviews coming. Also someone had asked
how old Siobhan is. I was thinking between the ages of 13-
15ish.
Okay now all I had to do now was convince Siobhan to
let me out and get my van and drive, far, far away, very,
very quickly. And all before Cain wakes up. So no problem,
really. Yeah right. And now IÕve started to give speeches.
Me! Okay, just a little pissed. But really, I do believe I
have justification for being pissed. I mean, girls get PMS
around their time of month, well so do I around mine. Wow
that sounded so wrong. Oh well. Deal.
"UmmÉ. werewolf?" Siobhan asked from the doorway. That
made me jump. "You know, you never told me your name." She
walked into the room, baring a plate filled with steak,
mash potatoes, and bread. Even without an enhanced sense of
smell, it would of smelled no less delicious.
"That smells really good." I said, stating the
obvious.
"Okay, but before you get dinner, name. I canÕt just
call you werewolf." She informed me.
"You can call me Oz." I told her.
She frowned. "But thatÕs not your real name. I want to
know your real name. Real names are special."
Insistent girl. "Yeah but my "real" name really isnÕt
all that real. No one calls me by it." I informed her.
"Okay so? I still want to know it." She grinned. I
realized now that she was being annoying. She didnÕt really
care about my real name, just wanted to tease me. "So no
dinner." And she sat down, and began eating it right in
front of my cage. First she ate the mash potatoes, then the
bread and finally began on the steak.
"Daniel Osbourne." I splat out. "ThatÕs my full real
name, no middle name. Now give me some steak."
She smiled. "I can see why you go by Oz, Daniel really
doesnÕt suite you."
I nodded, waiting for food.
"Okay, let me go fill back up the plate, and then let
me figure out how to get the food into your cage."
Returning a few minutes later, she looked puzzled. "I
still have no clue how to get this to you." She stated as
she entered the room.
"Well, you could always open the door. I believe the
keys are on the work bench over there." I answered pointing
to the table behind me.
"But how do I know that your not gonna go all wolfy
and try to eat me the minute I open the door?"
"You might just have to take a chance." I left it at
that. Oz, I thought to myself, you never used to talk this
much. Must be the coming full moon.