There is one more thing I have to tell before I get on with my story. I'm a werewolf, and have been for quite awhile now. It happened when I was 4. I had been living with dad for a year, and we had gotten along pretty well for me being dropped off there. I listened to him pretty well, but a 4-year-old's curiosity can override any command. It happened one night when the moon was full. I had no knowledge of werewolves, and for that reason I thought dad just wanted to be alone during full moon. I decided that he needn't be so lonely, so I came up with this idea to go into the basement that night.
What I saw scared me out of my wits, and I stood completely still, thinking whatever it was that got my dad wouldn't get me. My plan didn't work so well. It charged at me, at nipped my heel before I got up the stairs and closed the door. I went to the bathroom and got out a band-aid. It wasn't bleeding a lot but mom had always taught me to make sure the infection gets out. I took care of it and then went back to my room. I cuddled with the bear that Uncle Giles got me and then curled up on my bed. I was scared because I thought that that thing had killed daddy, and it would come for me next. I didn't sleep for a minute that night. Instead I sat up and talked to teddy bear about going back with mommy, since daddy wasn't around anymore.
But to my surprise, daddy wasn't dead. He was perfectly fine when he came to wake me up, or at least that's what he planned to do. When he found me I was laying down, but still awake. When I saw him, I would have lunged at him and gave him a hug if I had the energy to.
He looked a bit out of it, and I thought maybe the monster hold him hostage.
"Did the monster go away?" I asked timidly.
He seemed to be running thoughts through his head, and then one clicked. "Are you okay?" he asked nervously, as if it was his fault.
"It didn't hurt me. It bit me a little bit but I'm okay. What's the matter?" he had suddenly looked devastated. "Is it gonna get me now? Should I run away?" Just then the phone rang. "I'll get it." Excitedly I jumped off the bed and answered it.
"Hello?" I asked in the most serious voice.
"Who is this?" asked a voice. It was British, like Uncle Giles.
"Are you like Uncle Giles? Cause he's British and you sound British and I bet you want to talk to daddy. He's acting weird right now so…" He came into the room at that exact time.
"Yeah? Spike. Yeah. Sure. Actually, I have a daughter and someone needs to watch her. Yeah, Willow dropped her off here a year ago. Could you watch her while I…Okay. I'll bring her over. No, she's a good girl. Okay. Bye." Daddy looked at me after he hung up the phone. "You're going to go stay with a friend for a little while. But I promise I'll be back in a little bit. Do you want to take anything with you?"
"Nope." I smiled and headed out to the van. I got in and sat down, ready to go, but I was going to make daddy promise he was going to come back. He came out soon and got in.
"Is your friend British like Uncle Giles? Do you know Uncle Giles? I like Uncle Giles. He's nice. He lets me read the big books. It's fun. Does the place where your friends at have big books?" I continued to ask questions and talk until he turned on the radio. Then I got quiet. We eventually arrived at the building. It was big, and I was a little bit scared then, but as soon as I got inside I fell in love with it. Mainly because I saw a man carrying lots of big books, but also because there were all kinds of people.
"Come on, Trin." He pushed me gently to the elevator, and once we were inside pushed a button. "Who's Angel?" I asked, reading the button that said Angel's floor.
"He's the boss. Your going to stay with a friend of mine called Spike, alright?" we stepped out of the elevator and nodded at a man with peroxide hair. "This is Spike."
"Hi Spike. I'm Trinity. Do you have a big book?" I asked, bored.
"She takes after her mother. Don't worry. I'll look after her. She can't be that bad. Can you, bit?" he said.
"I'm not bit. I'm Trinity. You can call me Trin, if you want though. I don't like bit. It's not fun to be bit. Not fun at all. There was this monster last night and he.."
"That's enough, Trinity. I'll be back soon, okay?"
"You promise you'll come back? You're not leaving like mommy, right?" I stared at him with puppy eyes.
"No, I'm coming back. Just a few hours, okay?"
"I guess. Bye bye daddy!" I waved as he left.
"What do you want to do?" Spike asked.
"Who's Angel?" I asked, curiously. We were bound to have fun.