I sat down in my now too big, too empty, too quiet home. Every little thing seemed so loud, the dripping tap, every drip seemed like a lightening strike, the wind outside sounded like a tornado sweeping up the house from the ground it was made on. I held my hands over my ears not that it did anything to help. My heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest. My lungs felt like they were shrinking as I took in less and less air. My clothes felt like they were shrinking, tightening around my body. I got up and pulled my shirt and pants off. My hands shook like Wilburs did on particularly cold days. I couldn't stay sitting I had to get up. I started pacing around the room until I heard thunder, no. No that wasn't thunder that was the door. I grabbed the closest piece of clothing, which happened to be one of Wilburs L'manberg coats, the one I had been repairing when Quakity came to get me. I pulled it on, thankfully it was decent enough as the thunder continued to echo in my ears.
I pulled the door open,
"What?" I asked. Everything seemed to settle down as I opened the door and the cool night air blew in my face.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Schlatt asked looking me up and down.
"No" I said pulling the coat tighter around my frame.
"Good" he said pushing past me and inside, Quakity in tow.
"What are you doing in my house?" I asked or more demanded.
"The white house isn't quite ready yet, this place looked nice" Schlatt said making himself at home.
"Just because your president doesn't me-" I started.
"It means I can do what the hell I want" Schlatt interrupted. "Now, have you got anything to drink?"
"Neither Wilbur or I are drinkers" I said.
"I'll go get you something" Quakity said and rushed out the door. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"So this is your place?" Schlatt said.
"How'd you guess that one sherlock" I said heading for the stairs. "I'll be back" I mumbled.
I went upstairs and pulled on some clothes. I then went back down stairs. "So what are you doing in my house again?" I asked.
"You don't listen do you?" He laughed, "I need somewhere to stay and the white house isn't exactly furnished" he said.
"So you think you can stay here?" I asked crossing my arms.
"I can do what I want thank you" he said, "and I would appreciate it if you played your part"
"My part?! What do you mean 'My part'?" I asked.
"You're part as Vice president. Or did you already forget?"
"I didn't agree to that, I specifically told you no. I don't do politics" I said.
"Well kid-" I interrupted him,
"I'M NOT A KID!" I shouted, god I sounded like Tommy. Tommy, I hoped he was ok, I hoped Wilbur was ok. I hoped they were both ok wherever they were. What if they were starving? Or cold? Or being attacked by-
"Oi, earth to ender, I was talking" Schlatt said.
"God you are up your own ass" I said and that caught his attention.
"The hell you say to me?" He demanded.
"You're up your own ass?" I said although it sounded more like a question. I let out a yelp as I was grabbed by the front of my shirt.
"You don't get to talk to me like that, no one in L'manberg does, but you of all people especially don't" he growled. "Got it"
"Yep" I said quietly.
"Good" he let go and I backed up a bit. "Now where's Quakity with that drink" he mumbled.
"I don't know" I mumbled. It was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Quakity walked in with a bottle.
"Finally" Schlatt groaned.
"Sorry sir" Quakity said and handed him the drink. Schlatt didn't even worry about a glass, popping open the drink and downing some.
"That's the shit" he said. "Oh yeah got a gift for ya too" he eyed Quakity for a moment who then clued on.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah" Quakity pulled out a suit,
"You gotta look the part" Schlatt said and took another mouthful. "Got anything to eat?"
"Yeah I'm hungry" Quakity added.
"Sure, give me a minute" I said and got up.
I walked into the kitchen I went through some barrels to find some food, then my eyes fell on the celebratory cake I had made for Wilbur. I closed that barrel and opened the next one, steak, that'll do with some potatoes. I grabbed them out and handed them one each,
"See, I knew you would have some food. Didn't I tell you she would have food" Schlatt said.
"Uh sure did Mr president sir" Quakity replied.
"Well I'm tired so I'm going to bed" I said.
"Where am I sleeping?" Schlatt asked. "Because I can't sleep on here, bad back"
"Through there is a spare room" I said and pointed to a door before going upstairs. I hung up the suit before throwing on some pyjamas and I was about to climb into bed when I heard a guitar downstairs. I swear to god.
I stormed downstairs to see Quakity tugging at the strings of Wilburs guitar. "I think the fuck not" I said and snatched the guitar from his hands.
"You kick Wilbur from the country he created! You decide to make yourself at home in HIS home! but you DO. NOT. touch his guitar" I almost growled, Quakity eyes were wide as he nodded spitting out apologies. I could hear Schlatt laughing from behind me,
"Told you she can be scary" Schlatt said. "Just need to fire her up enough" I turned to him and even he jumped, "fucking christ, I was right" he laughed.
"Don't fucking touch anything" I growled and stomped upstairs. I got into Wilburs and my room, as I walked in i caught a glimpse of myself, eyes glowing, pointed fangs. My stomach shrunk a bit.
Maybe I was a monster.
