Traitor

I Lose My Baby

(Short chaper because... I didn't feel like making it longer. Sorry.)

Calm down! Blaize roared in my head as my heart pounded in my chest. I opened the lighter, ready to throw it like a grenade under the door, hoping my Charizard would protect me.

Don't throw me. His expression probably was that of a harried mother.

His bright white flame flickered on the lighter, nearly setting my eyebrows up in flame as I held him up in front of me like a priest with a cross. Why was Blaize so freaking calm?! This thing could up and kill us! The Gucci shoes turned slowly, and I heard a faint creak as the wolf leaned against the wall. Goth sweat dripped in my eye, the sting lost to me, for all my attention was on the knob, which was slowly turning.

Uh, uh, what was I going to do? Why wasn't Blaize giving me directions anymore? Was he mad at me for calling him a Charizard? Please forgive me please forgive me, I said in my head before I saw the door begin to open.

"Someone's in here!"

I realized that was probably the worst thing you could say to a werewolf that was about to eat you.

I could see a small sliver of her face through my dark shades, her almond eyes were closed, full lips parted. I caught a glimpse of sharp silver fangs as her face scrunched up, snarling. Her nose crinkled, her penciled eyebrows pinching.

Then her head jerked down.

I dropped Blaize's lighter, which made a loud clatter, slapping my hand over my mouth as I pressed myself to the wall.

"Choo!" The wolf lady sneezed with such force I was surprised she didn't blow the place down. She slammed the door shut again and her Gucci shoes turned towards the check out. "Not only is this place scummy, but it completely reeks of" –ACHOO- "Disgusting cotton candy and"-HAAA CHOOO- "VANILLA!" With one final screeching sneeze, she exited the store with a huff, yelling that she would be contacting the manager.

"I... survived," I whispered before looking at my hand and realizing Blaize wasn't in them. I grabbed the lighter from the floor, where it had been still lit. "Blaize- your plan worked! You saved me!"

Blaize did not reply.

"Blaize? Are you alive in there?" I shook the lighter and the flame swooshed every which way.

What? His voice snapped in my mind. One of the most beautiful angriest voices I have heard in my life.

"Blaize! Your plan worked! You saved me!" I grinned like a fool.

Heard it the first time.

"No seriously Blaize, I... thank you. You're really a nice guy, I'm sorry for"-

Do me a favor.

"Sure! I could do that for you!" My hands were shaking a bit in relief, jostling the lighter.

Shut up while you're ahead.

Suddenly the door opened and a man with a buzzcut hairstyle loomed down at me with a perfect Grumpy Cat frown, making his face erupt in wrinkles. His name tag read: Logan.

"Hi?" I said. I didn't realize how bad it looked, me huddling in the corner with a lit lighter, staring at it as if it held the key to life's existence.

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to escort you out. We don't allow drugs in our store." He grunted, grabbing my shoulder and hauling me up. I put the cap on the lighter hurriedly, glaring as I realized he thought I was on drugs in the first place.