Chapter Ten
Diclaimer: Not mine, sadly
"Okay, fine." Siobhan finally relented. "But if I see
one extra hair begin to grow-" She made a motion of cutting
her throat with her finger, "Get my point?"
I nodded. Slowly she went to the table and picked up
the key.
"Okay, I want you to stay where I can see you. IÕm
going to go open the door and set the plate on the floor.
Got it?" She asked.
"Yeah." I consented.
Slowly she walked up to the cage door, inserted the
key and turned. Even more slowly she opened the door, and
bent down to place the plate on the floor, her eyes never
leaving mine. Backing up she quickly, she closed the cage
door, and locked it.
I grabbed the plate and began to shovel food into my
mouth.
"Well, that wasnÕt too bad." She said, I nodded, and
then added, "You know? You look a lot smaller, closer up."
I nearly choked at that comment, damn height, or more lack
of.
"Oh, Thanks." I said between bites of food.
"SoÉ. you said I could ask you questions if I brought
you food."
"Shoot. IÕll try my best to answer."
"Okay, well how did you become a werewolf?" I so
should of know this come was coming.
"Baby cousin bit my finger. He really doesnÕt like to
be tickled. Turned out he was a werewolf, and so the curse
was passed on." I told her.
"Oh, IÕm sorry." Siobhan sat there for a while, "Well,
almost done? Cause probably should be getting the plate
back to the kitchen and I need some sleep. Also donÕt want
to wake up dad. God, I can just imagine the rage heÕd be
in." She shuddered. Something obviously had happened that
had caused the fear of her dad.
"Yeah sure." I said holding out the plate. "Come and
get it."
"Oh yeah, forgot about this part." Placing the key
back in the lock and she opened the door just enough to
grab the plate from my hand.
"Siobhan? What the fuck do you think youÕre doing?"
The shocked and very loud voice of her father rang out
in the basement.
Diclaimer: Not mine, sadly
"Okay, fine." Siobhan finally relented. "But if I see
one extra hair begin to grow-" She made a motion of cutting
her throat with her finger, "Get my point?"
I nodded. Slowly she went to the table and picked up
the key.
"Okay, I want you to stay where I can see you. IÕm
going to go open the door and set the plate on the floor.
Got it?" She asked.
"Yeah." I consented.
Slowly she walked up to the cage door, inserted the
key and turned. Even more slowly she opened the door, and
bent down to place the plate on the floor, her eyes never
leaving mine. Backing up she quickly, she closed the cage
door, and locked it.
I grabbed the plate and began to shovel food into my
mouth.
"Well, that wasnÕt too bad." She said, I nodded, and
then added, "You know? You look a lot smaller, closer up."
I nearly choked at that comment, damn height, or more lack
of.
"Oh, Thanks." I said between bites of food.
"SoÉ. you said I could ask you questions if I brought
you food."
"Shoot. IÕll try my best to answer."
"Okay, well how did you become a werewolf?" I so
should of know this come was coming.
"Baby cousin bit my finger. He really doesnÕt like to
be tickled. Turned out he was a werewolf, and so the curse
was passed on." I told her.
"Oh, IÕm sorry." Siobhan sat there for a while, "Well,
almost done? Cause probably should be getting the plate
back to the kitchen and I need some sleep. Also donÕt want
to wake up dad. God, I can just imagine the rage heÕd be
in." She shuddered. Something obviously had happened that
had caused the fear of her dad.
"Yeah sure." I said holding out the plate. "Come and
get it."
"Oh yeah, forgot about this part." Placing the key
back in the lock and she opened the door just enough to
grab the plate from my hand.
"Siobhan? What the fuck do you think youÕre doing?"
The shocked and very loud voice of her father rang out
in the basement.