Lonely Monsters

fourteen

 I had been unconscious, in a box, for almost three months. I had been in storage, like someone's forgotten winter clothes, for three months. I was lying on the floor of basically, a house full of hunters.

I sincerely felt fucking cheated.

I hugged the comforter around myself, taking in the smell of gardenia and lavender. It was the woman... Myn's.... Smell. It was nice and she was pretty nice. The kids were okay, and that one dude, Maeson, he was alright. When I was getting dressed I noticed the permanent changes of my body.

No more stripes, or spots. Even toned skin, pointed ears, duel fangs, purple mouth and claws. I didn't look...Sickly. I looked better than when I was fighting back in February. I felt better too. Aside from the small headache, my stomach didn't hurt. My limbs didn't cramp, and my vision stayed focus as I looked around.

I slept for a bit, and was awaken by someone gently patting my shoulder.

"Up up." said a feminine voice. I opened my eyes and saw brown-yellow eyes staring down at me. Her face was round, framed by curly red-brown hair. "You've fed in the last twenty four hours?"

"Yeah." I said, sitting up and rubbing my head. I grabbed the bottle of lemon water and drank it. "Where are we going?"

"Safe zone. C'mon." She held out her hand to me. Her nails were dark green, almost black. I looked at her face again, thinking she was wearing makeup, but it was a pattern that was part of her skin. It was like a cheetah or a leopard, something with spots.

I stood up, grabbing my dress off the floor from earlier, then folded up the blanket.

"We'll be going now." the woman called as we descended the stairs. Brisbane offered a wave, his girlfriend Myn hugged me, and the kids waved from a safe distance, hanging out with the blonde that stared daggers at me, while her husband gave me a nod of acknowledgement from his seat in the kitchen.

I followed out the woman, and behind us there was the sound of boots on gravel. She tossed her keys to me. "There's a bottle for you in the front seat. Buckle in and get comfy."

I did as was told of me, then watched from inside the car as Maeson and the woman spoke. She was pissed. I turned on the radio to give them some sort of privacy as she basically chewed him out. He shouted at her, but she jabbed her finger in his chest forcing him back. He grabbed her hand, and she slapped him with her free hand.

He shouted something, pointing at me and I looked away from them. I searched up under my seat, and found the bottle she was talking about. It was green and a thick, dark fluid swished around inside. I opened it to be great by a delicious scent.

Fresh baked cookies, perfectly cooked steak, pot roast, freshly ground pepper-- those things had nothing on whatever was in that bottle. I put it too my lips and drank. I felt good after a few sips, and turned my attention back to Maeson and the woman.

They were kissing, and it was pretty intense, and I was just sitting. In the car. Looking like a wine-o. I fiddled with the radio, and found some music by the time the woman climbed in the car.

"Sooooo this is good." I sloshed the bottle.

"Good to hear." She turned around on the gravel path, and we drove down the road away from the house. "I'm Frigga Oleander by the way."

"Meela." I said, taking another hardy swig. After that, I twisted the lid back on and tucked it between my thighs.

Frigga reached over and tugged open the dash. She pulled out a large office envelop and dropped it in my lap. She tapped on it with her index finger while she drove.