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Sweet 16 Movie Buff: I'm soo sorry about the last chapter! I know it was wicked short. It was just something I wanted to get out of the way. I hope this one was better! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing!
Chapter 2, Pancakes
Like I said before, it didn't go according to plan.
I awoke the next evening, expecting to find an empty house. I walked through and stopped in the middle of a darkened hallway when I heard the thoughts of a man. Sirius Black to be exact.
'He's still here?! I thought he would have left by now.' I thought to myself, as I approached the living room. I was standing in the doorway, and he didn't seem to notice me. He was laying on the couch, staring into space. He was no longer in his dog form. I guess he forgot that he was the most wanted criminal next to Lord Voldemort.
I had just gotten back from a hunt, and my skin was flushed from the fresh blood that flowed in my veins. I appeared more human-like. Usually, when I don't feed, my skin is extremely pale and icy cold.
I watched him strain to sit up, and grimace in pain. He then took off his shirt to look at how badly he was injured. He had a large gash on his chest, and it was still bleeding a bit.
"Here, let me help you with that." I said, finally stepping forward.
He jumped and spun around.
"Who are you?" he croaked.
"My name is Alessandra."
He took a step back, as I took a step closer.
"Do not fear me. I know who you are, and I know that you are innocent." At these words he seemed to relax a bit.
It was true. I had taken the information from his thoughts. He was innocent. Wrongly accused of murdering twelve muggles and one wizard, and thrown into Azkaban without a trial. I knew the injustice of it all, and I believed him, for thoughts rarely lie.
"Y-you do?" he asked. His voice was hoarse from the lack of use.
"Yes." I answered calmly, careful not to let him see the tips of my fanged teeth.
"How do you know?" he asked, suddenly getting suspicious.
"It's a long story. One that we don't have time for at the moment. Here let me help you with that." I said moving closer to examine his wounds. "Stop fussing, and stand still!" I exclaimed as he tried to move away. He eventually gave up, and stood still.
I grabbed a cloth from the kitchen and some bandages. I soaked a paper towel in rubbing alcohol, and cleaned the wound.
"Ow." he said abruptly tensing a bit.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you that it might sting a little." I said smiling, but quickly looked back down at the cut, so as not to expose anything.
"There. Good as new. Well, almost anyways. It will take a while to fully heal." I said taking a step back.
"Er-thanks." he said awkwardly.
I suddenly became aware that he was half naked. I blushed and turned away.
"Um-are you hungry?" I asked, remembering that he had to eat, unlike me.
"A little." he answered, sliding his shirt over his head.
"What would you like? I don't have much." I answered, suddenly aware that I had absolutely nothing, seeing as it was no use to me.
"I have to stop into town to pick up a few things. Make yourself at home, and I'll be back shortly. What would you like to eat, so I can pick it up at the store?" I asked handing him a glass of water, which he took greatfully.
"Pancakes." he answered simply.
"Pancakes?" I asked a little taken aback.
"Yeah, pancakes. I haven't had them in-"
"Twelve years." I finished for him.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"Lucky guess." I answered, and then I was out the door.
I was back in a half in hour at the least. He was reading a book, that I assumed he got from the study. He had a fire going in the fireplace. He had taken a shower, and was now clean. He shaved the beard that had grown during his time spent in Azkaban, and his hair was trimmed a bit past his shoulders. I must admit that he cleaned up well.
I finished making the pancakes, and had just cleaned up the dirty pan. I took out the syrup and the butter from my grocery bag. He entered the kitchen and plopped down ungracefully into a chair.
"Food." he said, before digging in. I watched in amusement, and he must have sensed me staring at him.
"You aren't going to eat?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious about his rude table manners.
"No. I already ate." I answered, looking anywhere but him.
'Geez! What is wrong with you?! Get a hold of yourself! You've never acted this way before. Don't risk yourself getting exposed. You're just going to help him get better, and then he's gone.' I silently reprimanded myself. He seemed to have noticed something, and he was watching me with amusement.
"What?" I asked, turning to face him.
"Nothing." he replied, in a very non-serious tone.
I would have read his thoughts, but I preferred not to.
"Whatever." I answered nonchalant.
"Yup." he said, cracking a smile for the first time in twelve years.
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