Death Has Wings

I Have A Pet Apparently

The back garden was really big. I mean, you could fit at least three houses into it and still have room for two sheds. It was immaculate. The grass was a luscious green, the paving was crack free and the flowers were in full bloom. I don't know how it was possible, considering that I hadn't seen a single drop of water since being in Heaven. At the bottom of the garden was a dog-house, yet it looked as if it could fit a lion in there.

"Timor! Come on out, boy! Company!" Alexandria sounded excited. Almost too excited. A dog-like creature bounded out of the kennel. It looked as if it was a Great Dane, but with pure black fur. It came up to Alexandria, it's tail wagging. She fussed it for a while until it came up to me and Callum. It was then that I noticed it had deep red eyes. Just like the demons in my room at night.

It pushed me to the floor, pinning me underneath it. The sudden impact knocked the breath from me. The 'dog' began to lick my face as if I was food.

"Alright, Timor, get off!" Alexandria giggled. Timor wrenched itself away from me, sitting beside me. I sat up and brushed myself off.

"Looks like he likes you, Clark." Callum was trying hard to hold back laughter. I rolled my eyes and stood up. Timor just sat there, looking up at me, his tongue hanging limply out of his jaw. I looked at Callum. He was almost crying trying to hold back. Alexandria was too. I sighed.

"Just get on with it." I looked at Timor again as Callum and Alexandria burst into laughter. Timor got up and went back to his kennel. He'd had enough, just like me. The laughter slowly died down. Callum wiped tears from his eyes. I shook my head. What was so funny? Timor could've killed me.

With that thought, he came out of his kennel, holding something in his mouth. He came up to me and sat right in front of my feet, dropping the object on my shoes. It was a dog whistle. I picked it up and wiped off the saliva. It looked brand new. Alexandria stepped towards me but Timor quickly turned around and began to growl.

"Timor, it's me, Mummy," She sounded scared. "Stop it." Timor looked up at me, as if waiting for my approval.

"Be nice." I spoke to him as if he was a child. He listened. Alexandria relaxed a little.

"I think Timor knows that you're his owner now." A voice behind us said. We turned around to see Lucifer. He was leaning in the doorway.

"Wait, what? I'm not his owner...Alexandria is." I was confused. Timor wasn't mine. I hadn't even known the 'dog' for ten minutes and now they were saying that I was his owner. Makes perfect sense. Not.

"You're his owner now. He's given you the whistle. If you throw it away, he'll bring it back. If you try to destroy it, he'll just get another one." Lucifer smiled. "He's a Hell-hound, Clark. Once they choose their masters, they never leave. It's called loyalty." He walked back into the house. I stood there, looking at the whistle in my hands. It had string through the loop on the end. I put it around my neck. I felt as if some of the pain from the fall was gone.

Callum patted me on the back, snapping me out of the trance. "Well done, you've gained yourself a Hell-hound!" He sounded like a bad impression of a TV game-show host. Alexandria came up to me and pushed me against the fence. Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke.

"You realise that he'll never leave you, right?" I nodded. "Good." She kissed me. Hard.