Chapter Nineteen
Not-so Warm Welcome
Bobby opened the door.
"Mom, Dad, Ronny," he called. No answer. "You can get in the shower and I'll find some clothes for you to change into." He said to Marie then turned to John. "Don't burn anything."
As Bobby and Marie went upstairs John looked at the pictures hanging on the wall. Your average family, a mom, a dad, and two boys. They looked so happy and he loathed them.
Marie got out of the shower and pulled back her hair. That's about when Bobby came in with some clothes for her.
"These were my mom's," he said handing them to her. "From before I was born."
"Groovy," she said with a smile.
He turned around as she changed. The only problem was the shirt was short sleeved, but Bobby had found a solution to that.
He handed her a pair of old opera gloves that only left a two-inch strip of skin showing on her upper arm.
"These were my grandmother's," he said.
"They're beautiful," she answered pulling them on. He leaned into her she leaned away.
"You won't hurt me," he said and closed the space between them. The first kiss lasted only seconds and when they separated Marie blew a string of breath crystals.
Their lips met again, this time more passionately. It wasn't long before Bobby couldn't find the strength to pull away, to scream in agony. Suddenly Marie realized the pain he must be going through and pulled away.
He looked a little green and there were dark circles under his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said. He shook his head.
"It's okay," he said.
Mean while Logan was pillaging the fridge. He found a bottle of Jack Daniels and drained half the container in one continuous draught.
He heard a soft sound from the table and shot his claws out threateningly. A house cat. The gray and white Persian cat licked the steel blades procured by his knuckles. Logan sighed. Animals were so easy, not like humans at all. They either liked you or they didn't, and if they didn't they would do one of two things, run away or attack.
That's when the front door opened and the remaining three fourths of the Drake family entered the house.
They all stared at him. The woman snatched up the cat.
"Excuse me," said the man. "Who are you?" Logan didn't answer, but bought himself time by finishing off the beer.
Bobby was on his way down the steps.
"Mom, dad," he began. "This is Professor Logan." They looked really confused. "There's something you need to know."
Not-so Warm Welcome
Bobby opened the door.
"Mom, Dad, Ronny," he called. No answer. "You can get in the shower and I'll find some clothes for you to change into." He said to Marie then turned to John. "Don't burn anything."
As Bobby and Marie went upstairs John looked at the pictures hanging on the wall. Your average family, a mom, a dad, and two boys. They looked so happy and he loathed them.
Marie got out of the shower and pulled back her hair. That's about when Bobby came in with some clothes for her.
"These were my mom's," he said handing them to her. "From before I was born."
"Groovy," she said with a smile.
He turned around as she changed. The only problem was the shirt was short sleeved, but Bobby had found a solution to that.
He handed her a pair of old opera gloves that only left a two-inch strip of skin showing on her upper arm.
"These were my grandmother's," he said.
"They're beautiful," she answered pulling them on. He leaned into her she leaned away.
"You won't hurt me," he said and closed the space between them. The first kiss lasted only seconds and when they separated Marie blew a string of breath crystals.
Their lips met again, this time more passionately. It wasn't long before Bobby couldn't find the strength to pull away, to scream in agony. Suddenly Marie realized the pain he must be going through and pulled away.
He looked a little green and there were dark circles under his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said. He shook his head.
"It's okay," he said.
Mean while Logan was pillaging the fridge. He found a bottle of Jack Daniels and drained half the container in one continuous draught.
He heard a soft sound from the table and shot his claws out threateningly. A house cat. The gray and white Persian cat licked the steel blades procured by his knuckles. Logan sighed. Animals were so easy, not like humans at all. They either liked you or they didn't, and if they didn't they would do one of two things, run away or attack.
That's when the front door opened and the remaining three fourths of the Drake family entered the house.
They all stared at him. The woman snatched up the cat.
"Excuse me," said the man. "Who are you?" Logan didn't answer, but bought himself time by finishing off the beer.
Bobby was on his way down the steps.
"Mom, dad," he began. "This is Professor Logan." They looked really confused. "There's something you need to know."
