Chapter Twelve
Disclaimer: How can I convince this is not mine?
AuthorÕs Note: Wow. Last chapter. I actually finished
something. IÕm thinking about maybe doing a sequal but IÕm
not sure. So review to let me know if you want one.
Owwww. Was my first conscious thought. The next was
ick. I was naked, lying on CainÕs basement floor, in a pool
of slowly drying blood. Slowly, I pushed myself up, my body
protesting with every move I made. The room was trashed and
I was completely alone. CainÕs body wasnÕt anywhere, and I
felt oddly full. Oh fuck, why does the wolf have love human
flesh? I silently asked myself. Climbing to my feet, I
walked out the basement door, into an oddly normal looking
house.
"Siobhan?" I called out. "Anyone home?" No answer.
"Guess not." Looking down at my bruised and blood covered
body, I decided to take a slower and look for some clothes
that might possibly fit.
And then high tale my hairy butt outta here.
I found the bathroom, and turned on the water. While
waiting for it to heat up, I quickly searched the bedroom
in the next room for some clothes. Finding a pair of
sweatpants, and a big t-shirt, I returned to the bathroom
and took a long, hot shower. Staring down at the blood-
colored water swirling around my feet, I sighted. "Another
death to add to your name, Oz. Great." I muttered.
I got out of the shower and put on the overly large
clothes. I found my van keys on the kitchen table. Glad to
be getting out of here, I walked out the front door to my
van.
"You killed him, didnÕt you?Õ A voice asked behind me.
"AHHHH!!!" I screamed. Looking around I saw Siobhan
standing next to the van. Trying to restore my dignity, I
nodded.
"IÕm sorry. I really didnÕt have much of a choice. You
okay? DidnÕt get bit or anything?"
She nodded. "ThatÕs okay, IÕm okay." She smiled sadly.
"I just donÕt know what IÕm gonna do now. I mean, sure dad
was never great to live with but still, he put a roof over
my head. As well as beating the crap out of me once a
week." I heard her add, muttering to herself.
I frowned, "Well, thereÕs an extra seat in the van, if
you wanna come with me? I mean, I sorta owe you,
considering I sorta, UmmmÉate your dad." I trailed off.
"Sure." Siobhan said, "I packed my stuff already." She
said indicated a backpack near her feet. Picking up the
pack, she walked to the passenger side of the van, and
waited for me to unlock the door.
Turning the key, I told her "Climb up."
Looking slightly puzzled at me, as she settled into
the seat, she asked "And what do you mean you sorta ate
Dad?"
The End.
Disclaimer: How can I convince this is not mine?
AuthorÕs Note: Wow. Last chapter. I actually finished
something. IÕm thinking about maybe doing a sequal but IÕm
not sure. So review to let me know if you want one.
Owwww. Was my first conscious thought. The next was
ick. I was naked, lying on CainÕs basement floor, in a pool
of slowly drying blood. Slowly, I pushed myself up, my body
protesting with every move I made. The room was trashed and
I was completely alone. CainÕs body wasnÕt anywhere, and I
felt oddly full. Oh fuck, why does the wolf have love human
flesh? I silently asked myself. Climbing to my feet, I
walked out the basement door, into an oddly normal looking
house.
"Siobhan?" I called out. "Anyone home?" No answer.
"Guess not." Looking down at my bruised and blood covered
body, I decided to take a slower and look for some clothes
that might possibly fit.
And then high tale my hairy butt outta here.
I found the bathroom, and turned on the water. While
waiting for it to heat up, I quickly searched the bedroom
in the next room for some clothes. Finding a pair of
sweatpants, and a big t-shirt, I returned to the bathroom
and took a long, hot shower. Staring down at the blood-
colored water swirling around my feet, I sighted. "Another
death to add to your name, Oz. Great." I muttered.
I got out of the shower and put on the overly large
clothes. I found my van keys on the kitchen table. Glad to
be getting out of here, I walked out the front door to my
van.
"You killed him, didnÕt you?Õ A voice asked behind me.
"AHHHH!!!" I screamed. Looking around I saw Siobhan
standing next to the van. Trying to restore my dignity, I
nodded.
"IÕm sorry. I really didnÕt have much of a choice. You
okay? DidnÕt get bit or anything?"
She nodded. "ThatÕs okay, IÕm okay." She smiled sadly.
"I just donÕt know what IÕm gonna do now. I mean, sure dad
was never great to live with but still, he put a roof over
my head. As well as beating the crap out of me once a
week." I heard her add, muttering to herself.
I frowned, "Well, thereÕs an extra seat in the van, if
you wanna come with me? I mean, I sorta owe you,
considering I sorta, UmmmÉate your dad." I trailed off.
"Sure." Siobhan said, "I packed my stuff already." She
said indicated a backpack near her feet. Picking up the
pack, she walked to the passenger side of the van, and
waited for me to unlock the door.
Turning the key, I told her "Climb up."
Looking slightly puzzled at me, as she settled into
the seat, she asked "And what do you mean you sorta ate
Dad?"
The End.