Oh my gosh. I am so sorry guys. I completly forgot this story existed. So sorry. I have an excuse though. Life is really busy. The only reason I really started writing this story was because it was winter break and I had time to. Well I started writing for another site, and then school came back and I had the project, then just normal homework, then I had to start auditioning for the play (Mid Summer Night's Dream~ I find out whether I made it or not in 14 hours and 34 minutes) and I started really getting into this book series and then I got sick. Yeah, everything just kind of snowballed
This is of course for those very few who actually care. Yeah, don't think I don't know about you other guys. You can just go ahead and laugh at me. Go ahead. I'll start. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! There. Go ahead. I'm not offended.
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I don't own WOWP. Obviously. Otherwise there would be a whole episode based on Mason's past. Doesn't that sound like a cool idea? Too bad they, like, already have the whole rest of the series planned, writen, and filmed. *sigh*
Juliet smiled at the customer pleasantly.
"Have a very good day, sir. It is a wonderful day isn't? I love today." The man smiled unsurely at her, like he wasn't sure if she was mocking him or not. Juliet just smiled widely.
A few feet away her father stood wiping a spotless mug with a rag—like he had been for the past few hours—staring at her. He slouched over to her, obviously still trying to be scary.
"Alright, Juliet! The games up! Who is this boy? Tell me so I may make him rue the day he ever laid eyes on my daughter!" Juliet looked taken aback.
"Daddy, what boy?"
"The boy who's making you smile googly eyed at every person who comes in here!"
As she was passing by with two mugs and a bowl of soup, Cindy said "Googly's not a word dear."
"Well it should be!" he yelled back. He turned back to Juliet. "So, who is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He glared.
"If I find out you're lying I will have to unleash my wrath on you!" The statement was accompanied by bared fangs and finger claws. Juliet smiled and rolled her yes.
"Yes, father."
He nodded, pacified, and moved on. Another man walked through the door and up to where she stood. She smiled.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
*S*O*R*R*Y*A*B*O*U*T*H*E*N*O*U*P*D*A*T*E*S*
Where was he? Edward Greyback thought to himself as he tapped his fingers on the wood counter. He should have been home last night, but he never showed up
When his son had not come back in after taking a break outside, Edward hadn't been worried. Naturally, he thought that he had snuck off to see this Juliet girl of his. But then he hadn't come back. He trusted Mason, though. Edward knew that Mason wasn't about to do something stupid he would regret later. But he wasn't home in the morning either.
That was when he had started to worry. After searching for half an hour, he had been forced to quit and open his shop. The infuriatingly slow day didn't do much to help either. Five hours later and Mason still hadn't shown up.
The bells above the door chimed as a tall man walked into the shop. He had a wispy goatee that Edward found odd. Few people wore goatees.
"Excuse me?" the man asked in a deep voice. "Are you Edward Greyback?" Edward nodded.
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"Well, as I was walking around town this morning I found a young man passed out in the streets. He seemed pretty banged up, but otherwise okay. I took him home and when he woke up a few hours later he asked to come here."
"Really?" Edward asked, eyes widening in hope.
"Yes. He's outside waiting in the carriage." The man said, gesturing to outside where a carriage and two horses stood waiting.
Edward walked out from behind the counter and followed the man.
"Mason?" he called hopefully. Sure enough, the brown eyed British boy caught sight of his father and smiled.
"Father!" He got out of the carriage and ran to hug his father. The tall man smiled.
"I'll leave you two now. I'm glad I could be of help."
"Thank you, kind sir!" Mason called. The man saluted in reply and climbed into the carriage, which took off without further delay.
Edward clapped his son on the back and led him back into the store.
"Where were you, Mase? I was really worried!" Mason bowed his head.
"I'm sorry father. I honestly don't know what happened. I was outside thinking about…" he trailed off before picking up. "I was thinking and then," he frowned, "I think I got hit in the back of the head, because I don't remember anything before the gentleman who found me."
"Are you sure you don't remember anything? Not even feelings?"
Mason frowned again. "Pain. That's it."
"Do you think you need more sleep? You don't have to work if you don't want to."
At this, Mason's face lost its previous expression. "No father, I am quite capable of working."
Edward laughed loudly.
"Okay son, just don't push yourself too far." Mason smirked.
"Of course not, father." Edward smiled at Mason fondly.
"If you insist, you can go ahead and arrange those necklaces over there. We just got a shipment; I went to pick them up at the warehouse myself." Mason nodded and reached into the box where his father had placed the new necklaces and instantly recoiled, letting out an injured hiss.
"What is it?" Edward asked. Mason started rubbing his hand where a red burn now stretched across his palm.
"I don't know. Something in there burned me. Maybe a coal fell in or something."
Edward scowled. "I don't think so."
"Well, what else would be in there?"
"Mason, there's nothing. It's just silver necklaces. That's all there is." Mason nodded slowly and took his father's new suggestion to move boxes while his father arranged the necklaces. For some reason, they gave him a bad feeling.
A very bad feeling indeed.
*W*H*O*G*E*T*S*I*T*?*
Oh my, that was fun. I can't wait till you find out what's happened to your precious little human. I just hope it causes you as much pain as you've caused me. You will regret what you did, vampire. You will regret it deeply.
Eh, not my best work, not my worst. Okay, just a few notes, they never said ANYTHING about silver in the shows, so I'm going on the assuption that it burns werewolves. For anyone who DIDN'T just get what I was saying go douse yourself in cold water, NOW. And I'm completly ignoring the whole "Picidily circus" and "winning best in show" thing. I think that's stupid, contradicting, demeaning, and a horrible plot line to my story. This is fan fiction. I'm throwing that out the window. So there.
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