Chapter 7

I was wrapped around in something warm, with my knees drawn to my chest. There was an incessant filling sound that I chose to ignore, and snuggled deeper into the ? I made an effort of moving around a bit, then heard springs protesting against the motion. Then I heard clicking, it sounded like nails on a hard surface. I heard a faint grumble and then the incessant filing started again. This time I opened my eyes to see what it was.

It was Tori.

She was just sitting there on a ratty chair, perched right by the side of my bed filing her nails? seriously? and the clicking must've came from tapping her nails on the beat up nightstand, with a danky lamp sitting there acting as some sort of decor.

She was just staring at me. Not creepy at all. Since it looked like she wouldn't mind scrutinizing me all morning with that glare, I chose to speak, "When did we get here?"

It was a stupid thing to say, but atleast it was something.

"What supernatural type are you?"

'Oh we got here some time ago' 'Really that's cool' 'Yeah, hey you want some breakfast?' 'Oh Tori you're way too nice' 'Gosh you're nice too!' 'We should get some breakfast nice 'ol Tori you'

But no. It had to be this way.

I rubbed my temples in distress, "What do you mean 'What supernatural type are you?', didn't Derek tell you?".

"No. No he did not. If he did, I would not be here asking you, now would I? gosh people." she muttered the last part under her breath, and if it weren't for my super hearing I wouldn't have heard it.

'Gosh people' yourself.

"Well, you see, I'm kind of, um, a…"

"Good lord! Just spit it out okay!"

I giggled a bit, Spit it out, one of my favourite Slipknot songs.

"Spit it out -Slipknot one of my favourite songs, and wait what are you?" Buying time, I know not the best plan of action, but she was taken aback by the sudden question.

"Urggh, you listen to that disgusting freaky music too! I already have Derek and Simon getting high off that shit, I do not need a third! and, wait um, me?," I gave her a quick nod, "Oh, um, I'm a half witch," that explains a hella lot, "half sorcerer, I know I'm a bit messed up, huh?."

"No. No you aren't," I put a hand on her shoulder, and that earned me a funny look like I had just been hit on the head by a brick, and wasn't thinking straight for 2 reasons.

1. Not thinking she was messed.

2. Putting a consoling hand on her.

"I'm kind of on the messed up side too." Lifting my arm, that was once on Tori's shoulder, to give a nervous scratch to my head.

"Really?", it came out really breathy, and there was deflated and defeated look in her eye's, one that looked a bit like relief, "What are you?" she sounded like she was getting back to the strong hearted, ever so kind Tori, so I carried on.

"You see, I'm a werewolf, sorcerer, witch, shaman, necromancer mix.." Tori's jaw basically dropped open. Yup. She definitely wasn't going to be like Derek about this.

Then abruptly she flung herself towards me. At first werewolf instinct told me she was attacking, but then human me saw her sobbing, and wrapping her hands around me.

I tentatively wrapped my arms around her, scared she might turn on me, and bite my head off for touching her, but just then she started squeezing me for dear life.

After a minute or so of whispering 'It's all right's, and 'It's okay's, and patting her on her back she finally pulled away.

When I got a look at her face there was no cynical, powerful 'imma beat you up with my scary prettiness'. There was just a sad, very vulnerable Tori. A Tori I never knew existed.

It was so sad. I grabbed forward, and took her hand in mine, lowered my voice and said, "Hey, why don't you and I get cleaned up, and get some breakfast?" I smiled at her, and she smiled back, and said, "I already had breakfast, Derek brought you some up-" she said, as she pointed at a not so sturdy looking table, with a white box sitting on it, "So I think I'm just going to go and wash up."

"Kay, see ya".

I got up and slowly wobbled over to the table to look at a little styrofoam take out box, I opened it up to find sausages and pancakes with little syrup containers, and beside it was a bottle of orange juice.

I smiled happily down at my food, and started to eat away. I was just about done when Tori came out looking like Tori again, perfect makeup and everything, I smiled at her, but all she did was raise her chin up, and strode out of the room, without a glance back at me, and slammed the door shut.

Oh joy! Tori's back!