The world is an interesting place, ya know? Full of many different people, places, and cultures. In our world people are unaware of a few different types of people in it. I am a mutt, a mix of a few of these races. My parents died in a car accident when I was 14 and I was shipped off to live with my Aunt. After 4 years there, I ran. I left a note on the counter and went on by myself. Leaving, I traveled for awhile and finally ended up in some small town with barely a population of a couple hundred. I got a job as a waitress in a little out of the way diner and used my little bit of savings to rent an apartment above it. I started going to school online and because I was and still am an above average student I was soon on my way to my degree. By age 23 I was a college grad and was living on my own with a job. It was something rare from where I come from.
I had soon become acquainted with Mr. Jones, the graveyard keeper. He came in every morning and had a cup of coffee with eggs, bacon, and a fresh baked muffin. I had come to expect him every morning and, I have to admit, I became attached to him. So when he didn't show up one morning, I knew something was wrong. Telling Mrs. Anderson that I was going to check on Mr. Jones I had followed my gut and found him in a ditch a little ways from the diner. Going beside him I hit his leg softly, "Jones! Are you okay? What happened?"
Groaning, he cracked his eyes to look at me while gasping, "C-can't b-breathe." He clutched his chest.
"Did you hit your head or neck when you fell?" He shook his head, "Okay, Come on lets get you sitting up," I help him up and say, "I'll go get help, Jones, don't go dying while I'm gone." I run back and yell to Mrs. A what happened as I get a pillow and blanket along with her wireless phone. Running back I hand him the phone, "Come on old man, I need you to type in whoever's number I need to call to get you help. I highly doubt you'll like me calling the humans." As he types I wrap him the blanket and handed him the pillow.
When he handed me back the phone I wait for the person to pick up, "Hello?" said a deep voice.
"Old man Jones is having a heart attack in the ditch off of Lady A's Diner. I asked him to type in a number to call so I wouldn't have to call the humans. Can you come get him and take him to your pack healer?" I say calmly, but quickly.
"Okay, I'm on my way, who am I talking to?" asked the voice.
"Um, I am not comfortable giving my name out to strangers," I laugh as I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I check Jones' pulse, "Hurry up, he's getting worse," I snarl.
"I'm here," he said calmly and then a big, black truck pulled up. I hang up the phone and slowly step back into the shadows of the trees as three big men get out of the vehicle. Two rushed over to Mr. Jones while one came right to me, "Now may I ask who I can thank for telling me about my grandfather?" he chuckled as he rose an eyebrow.
"Stranger danger, dude. But I guess if I want to know how the old man is doing you'll have to know, huh?" I sigh.
"It would be nice," he shrugged.
I held out my hand out for a shake, "Vanessa Willow, and you?"
"Blake Hunter, local Alpha, Miss Willow. I'd like to ask that you come with me to . . . talk," his eyes flashed.
"Dammit, Jones, look what you've gone and done," I grumble, "Fine, but can we wait till after my morning shift. I like getting a paycheck and if we could get back by my afternoon shift," I smile.
"Take your time Miss Willow. Now that my grandfather is safe and on his way to help, I have all day," smirked the jerk.
Nodding, I head back to the diner and finish my shift. Right as I wave to Mrs. A and walk out the big, black truck pulls up. Walking over I smile as the window rolls down, "Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Alpha, sir."
"Why does my title sound like an insult?"
"I haven't the slightest idea. So where we going?"
"Get in the truck," he sighs and unlocks the door.
Climbing in the passenger seat, I sit quietly as we drive and soon we appear at a big gate, "Interesting, I never thought the gates of Hell would look so clean and shiny," I mutter under my breath. I could have sworn I heard him laugh but anyways, we drove up a dirt road and to a huge house. In awe for a minute I get out of the truck slowly and follow the Alpha into the house. Walking down a few hallways I start giggling at how I can here Mr. Jones yelling and ranting at whoever was in the room with him.
"My grandfather has been demanding that you come and serve him his breakfast since he woke up almost 3 hours ago. If you could talk to him. . . " Hunter said.
"Okay," walking the room, I smile at the man in the hospital looking bed, "Mornin' Jones. How's your day going today?" I laugh.
He laughs as well and then shrugs, "Well it seems I'm indebted to you. And then my stubborn grandson wouldn't get me my breakfast even thou I knew he was going to go get you so that he can rant to you about how he should know if there is an unknown female in his territory and blah blah blah," the old man chuckled.
"Yes yes, well then I can tell him the same thing I told you that first day we meant," I wink and Jones laughs, "So what's this I hear of you being grumpy today?"
"I missed breakfast and today I was gonna have a picnic with Sasha and her husband," he sighs sadly.
"Well after I'm finished with Mr. Hunter, would you like me to stop by and tell them the deal. I highly doubt that they'll leave if you don't show," I grin mischievously
Old man Jones laughs and nods, "Yes I would like that very much. Along with my breakfast, please," he requested respectfully.
"Of course, while your grandson rants to me how 'bout I make you the usual," I suggest.
"Thank you very much, my dear," he smiles.
Turning I ask Hunter, "May I use your kitchen, sir?"
He nods and leads the way, pausing I turn and wiggle my fingers playfully to older man before following Blake. Soon we stand in a huge kitchen with all the high in stuff for cooking and stuff, "Thank you, I'll be quick," I say and get to work.
"No need to rush," he says, "but while you work, why don't you answer a few questions."
"Okay," I say simply.
"You aren't 'other'," he said, "but you clearly know about and help 'other's. Why? And why do you smell so different from other humans?" He questioned.
"So you picked up on my scent huh? Well you don't have to worry. I'm not human, well at least not fully human. My mother and father and my ancestors created the most interesting of mutts," I shrug. Setting up the coffee to brew I start on the eggs and bacon. Reaching in my bag, I pull out a muffin. "Would you like some as well?" I question.
"No thank you. What do you mean mutt?"
"Many of my ancestors are of different 'other' races. Same with my parents," placing the bacon on the plate and then the eggs I smile as I make a flower with an 'X' on it. Turning, I start to walk back to old man Jones.
"Where are you going!?" Hunter questioned.
"I've spend this whole time making breakfast for old man Jones and when it's done you asking me where I'm going?" I raise an eyebrow and continue on my way. I hear him snarl something under his breath, "It's impolite to say things under your breath in other people's presence," I smile, walking threw the door my smile widens, "Your meal, old man."
"Thank you, young woman," he laughs.
As I give him the plate I hear Hunter come to stand in the door way, "Grandfather, how have you gotten a free pass for this evil demon?" He questioned.
"Blake!" old man Jones exclaims, "I taught you manners, boy! Now use them!"
"No don't worry, Jones. I find your grandson's behavior quite amusing. Who would have thought that a big bad Alpha had the manners of a five year old child," I send Jones a wicked smile, " Besides, it's not like he has the same leverage that you do. If he wants a free pass than he'll have to get it himself, no helping him cheat at the game now, Jones, okay?" I smirk.
"I wouldn't dream of angering you, my dear. I haven't forgot the hot sauce on my eggs. . . And in other things," he laughed.
