Johnny: The Next Morning
I was just about to crank the motorcycle I had been working on in my shop when I heard it. A scuffle outside. Dawn was just breaking, and though it was cool out, I was still warm. Bare chested, I headed out of the bay door of the garage to see what was going on. Then I smelled her. Sylvie Breaux, the dark haired, dark eyed little Cajun girl that had been plaguing my thoughts all night. Mine... The beast inside of me growled. My eyes flared, allowing me to see clearly in the low light. "Merde!"* I rumbled to myself and took off at a dead run. My boots thundering on the ground as I rushed to Sylvie. "Get off of me! Let me go!" She screamed. I saw red. I roared as I got within reach of the little prick trying to mug her. Leaning low, I put my shoulder in his gut and took him down, until he was flat on his back on the pavement. With my nose an inch from his face, I bared my teeth and snarled. "Johnny Ledoux! Y-you're Johnny Ledoux!" He stuttered brokenly. I growled again and increased the pressure of my hand on his throat. "And you dare to touch what's mine, you fils pue tan!* Tell me why I shouldn't rip your throat out right now?" I rumbled, my accent growing stronger. His face turned red as he struggled to breathe. "Johnny no! Stop it! You're killing him!" As soon as my mate touched me, I released him. Sylvie had both her little hands tugging on my shoulder, trying to pull me off. I stood and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Did he hurt you, catin?"* I rumbled, trying to keep my tone soft. She shook her head no, but still hiccuped and sniffled. I went to reach for her, but she put her hand up, backing away. My beast howled inside. ""I... I know what you are..." Sylvie whispered. "Say it." I told her, stepping closer once again. "You're a... A.. Loup Garou...*". She whispered, those dark eyes wide. A growl rumbled up from my chest before I could stop it. "So now you know my secret." I stated. She sniffled, and a shiver wracked her little body. Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms and snuggled her up against my chest, blocking her from the chill of the wind. "You're so warm.." She whispered, melting into me. "I'm scared Johnny." She sniffled. "You never have to fear me, little one. Ever. I swear on everything that I am, I would never hurt you." I purred, cradling her in my arms as I lifted her off her feet. Her fingers were like ice against my bare skin as she huddled closer. "I don't understand what's happening.." Sylvie said quietly. "In time, you will." I said simply. "Why were you out alone, again?" I asked her. "I was on my way home from work. I work the night shift at Boudreaux's." She said. Boudreaux's was a fairly well known local hang out. Sports bar atmosphere with a decent menu selection. A bit seedy, but not too bad. I growled. I didn't like the thought of my mate walking home alone, or working nights for that matter. "Don't growl at me, I hate it too, but a job is a job." She huffed. I stopped walking and chuckled, I liked this sass. "Want a new job?" I asked out of the blue, surprising even myself.
Warning, the French phrases are not FORMAL FRENCH. They're Cajun French phrases native to Louisiana. So don't jump down my throat with "that's not how that's spelled!" Lol. Maybe not formally, but here, yes. Again... Cajun French. Translations below. Remember boys and girls, roll those 'R's!
*Merde: Shit!
Pronounced mair-day
*fils pue tan: son of a bitch
Pronounced fee-poo-tain
*catin: doll, baby doll, pretty doll. Form of affection.
Pronounced Kah-tain
*Loup Garou: Cajun version of the werewolf.
Pronounced loop-gah-roo
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