Skinwalker

Chapter 6

Hi. So... yeah. 

I'm here to beg again.

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Morning came and Anwen awoke, rubbing her eyes. Blackie was asleep, purring by her ear as she sat up.

            She looked round and blinked, confused. Somehow, during the night, Victor and Logan must have switched places. Victor was fast asleep on the mattress and Logan was sleeping in a strange, yoga-style position on the armchair.

            Anwen yawned and pulled Blackie onto her lap, rubbing her eyes. As she placed her feet on the ground, Anwen spotted a trail of blood on the floor. It led to her kitchen and out again to the mattress where Victor was sleeping.

            At once Anwen was on her feet and she went to him. Remembering his habit of jumping and trying to strangle her when surprised, Anwen shook his shoulder at the furthest arm-length possible.

            Victor jumped and spun round with a surprised grunt.

            He relaxed and winced.

            “Are you okay?” she said, seeing he was shirtless again and had clumsily wrapped the bandages on his chest.

            “I’ve been better,” he said, sitting up and wincing.

            “What happened?”

            “Nothing, nothing at all.”

            Anwen decided not to question further but hurried to retrieve the first-aid kit that was left messily all over breakfast table.

            She shooed Victor onto the couch and removed the messy bandages. She looked worriedly at the injuries. They weren’t as bad as the first time she had met him, but it still looked pretty bad.

            “I’m sorry…”

            “It’s not that bad,” Victor said, leaning back as Anwen daubed the ointment on his injuries that once again, looked more like animal attacks, “It was enjoyable actually…”

            Anwen looked at him.

            “What?”

            “I think there’s madness in your family.”

            “Of course there is!” Victor said easily, “That’s what ancestral inbreeding does to you. I’m just lucky that we aren’t horribly disfigured anymore. Except for Uncle Charlie, but it’s okay, he doesn’t like meeting people.”  

            “What?”

            “Hm? Oh, you know, when there’s too much inbreeding- weird stuff happens. The only thing that ended up in our generation was the fact, I was supposed to have an older half-sister, but she died two days after being born because of those health problems. And Julian has two different coloured eyes but he wears contacts so he’d be identical to Damian. And the twins are a bit… um- let’s not go into that.”

            Logan snorted and woke with a start, “Whazzat?”

            “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Victor said.

            “Good morning, Logan,” Anwen said, getting another clean ball of cotton out.

            “What the hell happened to you?”