&----
you.
----&

You're flying.
The wind's through your hair and against your face and you finally feel everything just dancing away and –
You wake up.

Dirty topaz crystals set in an ashen complexion.

They're talking again. They gesture to you and the door and each other and for once they actually look as if something interesting is going on.
Not that you care.
You're more fascinated with the meat on the table.
But you're caged like a bird, you can't have you're dinner until they decide to give it to you and so you know the only thing to do is to grab their attention.
You make The Noise; you pull back your lips and throatily force the air out of yourself.
Snarl.
It always makes them come running.
"Here, Ash. Dinner's ready."

--

You're confused.
The voices are climbing and hurting your ears and you finally feel everything is going so wrong and –
You shake your head.

Fragile arms clasped around skinny legs.

They're talking again. They gesture to you and the door and each other and for the second time they actually look as if something interesting is going on.
You wonder when tea will be.
"I knew we shouldn't have killed it, McCann! I knew it –"
"Don't you dare say 'I told you so."
"So what now? They're not very happy, and it's made them realise about her –"
"Ssh!"
"What? It's not like she can understand…"
"You never know, Moores. Just be careful, alright?"

--

You're scared.
The footsteps are closer and pumping your heart and you finally feel fear and –
What was that?

Slender hands fisted against sharp fangs.

They're talking again. They gesture to you and the door and each other and for once you're actually interested.
You wonder who they are.

"Holy shit!"
"What?"
"What the hell's in that?"

--

"…Hello?"

There's a light in your eyes. You react naturally; defensively. You blink and snarl and lash out with your claws.

"Watch it!"

Clang.
Your fingers hit the bars.
You shriek and cry and flinch away when hands reach through the iron grey.

"Bloody hell… what is it?"

Moe light. And it hurts it hurtsithurts –

"A… girl?"
"Sure, Em. It has yellow eyes and grey-ish skin and fangs and claws for nails. One-hundred percent girl."
"I don't think it's one-hundred percent human…"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"You don't think…?"

Silence.

"No frickin' way…"

--

You're flying.
The wind's through your hair and against your face and you finally feel everything just dancing away and –
Splat.

You go to sleep.


boo.
so my sister was thinking werewolf,
and i remembered a book called dusk.
thus this was created...
wanna guess what's going on?
how about a request for the one who guesses it first? :)
i'll dedicate a one-shot for'choo~
that's right, onlylotte is bored.
shiteless.

onlylotte.