"Umm...my name is Jubilee," she responded cheekily as she floated out of the passenger seat and sat right next to the boy, whose eyes followed her every movement.
"Hello Auntie Jubilee," his face beamed a bright smile as his gaze went towards the astounded Creed, "Hello sir what is yer name?"
Creed sniffed the air. The smell of country and innocence -- it started to nauseate him, "Ya can see her?" Creed answered with a question.
The boys forehead winkled a little, "Auntie Lee, she's right there," he pointed over to the surprised specter next to him. He went back and beamed a smile.
"His name is 'Tooth," she jerked a thumb at Creed, "and ya know I'm --"
"She's dead kid," he interrupted as he went to start the S.U.V.
"I know, she's like mommy Uncle 'Tooth," Creed couldn't help but flinch a little as he started up the vehicle and went back to the road. So the kid can see and hear Jubilee -- that's fine. He'd use that to his advantage.
"Auntie Lee, what happened to Uncle Brian, he said we were going to Disneyland," Creed smelled the boy was innocent in this way. He wanted to slap the boy for being so naive. He suppressed the urge and opted to listen to how 'Auntie Lee' would respond to the question.
"Uhh, he gave ya ta us 'cause he was too busy to go to Disneyland," her reply made Creed have the urge to slap the girl around for giving such an obvious lie. He smelled that the boy believed her though -- he smelled it.
"Oh are you bringing me home," he looked in the mirror to see the boys ears droop a little.
"Sure...ah...what's yer name," He saw Jubilee become comfortable in her surroundings. Smiling, he tried to think of what he had to do to use --
"Iggy"
-- Iggy to his advantage.
"So Iggy, where do you live," Jubilee asked again. Creed didn't want to seem that he wanted Iggy to go home; yet, all he could do is stay silent and pick his points.
Light flashed into the car as a neon sign blinked in. He didn't bother to check. Usually he'd wave it off but you can't miss a huge neon sign of a wolf that slaughters a cow again and again.
"We should be there soon, the Slaughterhouse has some good food," the boy in the back piped up as the smell of blood and cooked meat started to flood into the S.U.V.
As usual, this drove Victor Creed wild with a little bloodlust. It'd been hours since he ate something. He U-turned as cars honked at him. He quickly found a parking space as he opened the door with such ferocity; it almost broke off its hinges.
Going towards the door, he noticed the variety of motorcycles parked outside. He nodded, as he had to remember who owned the Harley out in front. He heard the timid opening of the door as small steps hurried over to him.
"Uncle 'Tooth, you can't go in like that, my daddy said a man --," "I don't care boy," he pushed the little kid away from him as he pushed the black dirty doors that lead into this dank food hole. He heard the classical music stop as so many eyes looked at him. Murmurs erupted from every facet of the room. Creed took a step back outside and growled -- this didn't look like no steak joint. By the way it looked, this place could've been mistaken for a high society banquet. A man approached him and made sure the door is shut behind him.
"S...Si...Sir --,"
"What!" he yelled impatiently at the orderly. He smelled fine meat coming from the kitchen and he wanted to be served now.
"Co...come...this...way," fear came from every pore of this orderly. He would bruise the guy later as he growled in response.
"Uncle 'Tooth, Uncl --," he felt something bump into his leg. He turned around and saw Iggy rub land on his butt and gave a little yelp.
He saw the orderly's eyes turn wide. The boy wouldn't stop him from getting some food. He picked up the orderly by the collar, "Yer goin' ta serve me and the boy," he tightened his grip around the collar, breaking the pristine bow tie, "now."
The orderly gulped, "okay."
"But Uncle 'Tooth --"
"Shut Up Boy!" he yelled as he bared his teeth. The boy just slunk back a little -- good, the boy knew his place. He'd figured out what to do about the boy after he ate.
The orderly tried wipe the dust from his clothes, "You...and the...boy...will...have...to... get...dressed...for...the...occasion."
Creed barely could control his anger. They were in the middle of nowhere, he was hungry and this orderly had the attitude to give him some guff. He prepared to give this guy a new orifice, when the orderly put up his hands.
"We'll give you and your boy appropriate clothing," the orderly spoke so quickly that Creed almost didn't get all of it.
He didn't have money. Did that matter? The orderly smelled of fear, but not subterfuge. So today he'd get free clothes, free food and do some damage no matter what, "lead the way frail," he commanded as the shaken form lead them away from the front door and towards a side entrance.