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Finn's P.O.V.

"Eat up, Brooke!  Finn!"

"This is one hell of a feast!" I manage to gasp out in shock, seeing the turkey on the table.  I cannot stop the drool from coming from my mouth and dripping to the floor.  So this was the intoxicating sent.

"How did you find something like this!?" Brooke questions, her tail waving back and forth, moving the long, battered t-shirt she wears with it.

It has been a couple months since Brook has begun to stay with us, and she is probably the happiest being in this world; nothing can bring her down.  I have begun to feel protective over her as well, just like she is part of our little 'family'.  I have never been happier in my whole life, despite how shitty this world is.  I wasn't even this happy with my parents.

Since Brooke had begun to live with both Nash and Maria, I had done the same, ditching that old bastard and praying that he doesn't ever find me.  It took a lot of convincing from Nash for me to do so though, as I was-- and still am-- worried about their well-being, as Jakob is likely to hurt them to get to me somehow.

"Well, this 'ne is all my doin'!  Y'all better be thankful!" Nash says proudly, his hands on his hips and the most full-of-himself look on his face.

"Nash, this is amazing!" Brook screeches, making even my human ears hurt.  She sprints at Nash and jumps onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist and her large shirt flying up, exposing her pale butt and where her furry tail meets her pale, smooth skin.  The two tumble to the ground laughing and I just strip off the blanket that was around me due to the cold weather and toss it over Brooke, who os still on Nash.

"Cover the hell up, Brooke!  You should really wear some pants," I comment, giving her a stern look.

"But they are so annoying!" Brooke complains.  "Especially because I still can't figure out how to turn when I wish, they get in the way!  Why should I wear them when I drown in them when I accidentally turn into a black cat!?  I can also fight much better without pants!  What is the purpose!?"  I just sigh and shake my head in disappointment.  She sometimes acts like an eight-year-old... actually, a lot of the time she acts like an eight-year-old.

"Okay, I have your drinks!  Come sit  and dig in!  Appreciate this catch, kids."  Maria places four chipped and cracked mugs on the table filled with slightly murky water, but the bottom is still visible, which is a luxury.  "It hasn't rained in a while, so I did the best that I could."

"It is great, Maria."

"Thank you, mama Maria!" Brooke yells, leaping onto a chair and, with her feet on the seat and her butt on the top.  She chugs the water and only stops herself just before she slams the now empty mug  to the table, as she might break it... both the mug and/or the table....

I calmly take a seat to Brooke's left and Nash to her right while Maria is at the opposite end of the rickety table of Brooke.  "I just want to say, thank you all for filling up this table with enjoyable company, and this house with a racket that never ends."  Maria chuckles, but stop continues her 'prayer', even though she hates it when we call it that, as she doesn't believe in any higher-up being, just like the rest of civilization now.  "I enjoy having a happy, full house,; please don't have this joy taken from me."  She sounds so... desperate.  It rips my heart out every time she does it, but this time, it seems more... I don't know, ominous...?  I mean, sometimes people get a feeling like they are going to die, and every time something seems off, you had better bet I'm on the case. 

My life was almost ruined only once, and by that I mean Nash and Maria had almost lost their lives....  I don't like to think about that happening again.