Mythfits

23-Steve

I watch the second hand of the clock tick it's way around and around in a circle for what feels like hours. At now 11:30, I've been laying in bed, sleepless, for who knows how long (realistically, it's only been an hour and a half) trying to figure out what to do. Grandfather and Ella, Ella and Grandfather. The two major problems in my life, and of course they have to collide with each other. 

I groan, dragging myself out of the tangled nest of blankets- what did I expect when I decided to get involved in a werewolf's problems? I knew how my family acts and still intervened. Intervene. I stop what I'm doing as an idea strikes me- Grandfather had mentioned a fight... Ella already seemed like the kind of person who would gladly fight if the opportunity presented itself... Excited, I throw on a hoodie and leap out of my window, shifting into a bat and flying out into the night.

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Landing in the branch of a tree next to Ella's house, I shift back to human and start throwing acorns at what I assumed (more like hoped) was her window. If it wasn't.... Well, I'd deal with that later. Thankfully, after a couple minutes, signs of life start to appear (read: heavy footsteps, muffled thumps, and grumbling).

With a sudden screech, the surprisingly rusty window is shoved open and a round, hard object comes out of nowhere,  smacking me in the head. "Ow!" I complain, rubbing my forehead where the baseball hit me, where I will most likely have a bruise tomorrow. 

"Who's there?" Ella's voice, as threatening as ever, even at midnight, carries out of the window, accompanied by none other than Ella herself. Dressed in black pants and a Batman T-shirt, she scowls into the night, trying to figure out where I am.

"Hey." I call softly, trying not to call too loud, in case other people overheard, "It's me."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't smack you out of that tree right now." Ella growls back, pitching her voice soft like mine, indicating that there probably was someone else asleep. True to her threat, she jabs what looked like a very long broom at me, forcing me to scuttle backwards awkwardly to avoid being knocked out of the tree.

"Because I need your help!" I exclaim, frustrated, and she crosses her arms defiantly.

"And why is that supposed to convince me of anything?" I open my mouth to reply, but pause, having to think about that one. 

Throwing a backwards glance at her door, she snaps, "Look. Answer now or go away. It's hard enough to get a decent amount of sleep without you butting into anything." She fumbles for the latch on the window.

"Alright!" I hold out my hand in a pleading gesture before placing them back on the branch when I start to wobble precariously. "My Grandfather showed up in town and I was wondering if you could fight with me."

She pauses, "What?" she asks, a faint look of disbelief on her face. 

"Well my Grandfather is a strong believer in vampire superiority and all that jazz. If you and I got into a fight and I beat you, that's like the only thing that would make me seem better in his eyes." I reply quickly, worried that she'll just close the window and be done.

"Hold up." Ella says, holding up a finger, "You want me to stage a fight with you in front of your grandfather and loose, all to make you look better?"

I nod, hopeful that my plan might actually work, "Yep. That's about it."

Unfortunately, Ella snorts and moves to close the window, "No can do."

Hastily backpedaling, I plead with her, "Why not? Please Ella?"

Pausing momentarily, she locks eyes with me, "I don't lose fights." And slams the window shut, locking it tight. Great, I smack the tree, making my palm smart, there goes that idea. Glancing back at her window, I sigh, I will never understand her.