Mythfits

28- Ella

"You know, I could be out there right now, getting the last few ingredients." I point out, currently confined to the couch-doctor's orders. Well, doctor's firm suggestion, Christine's orders- enforced by Siren Song. As soon as she heard the doctor say that I was supposed to take it easy, she immediately decided to place me under house arrest and make sure I don't do anything remotely interesting.

"No you may not." Christine replies, just as I had expected she would, "You are staying right. There. Besides, Steve said she'd get the holy water and fang for you. And besides those, we've got the rest."
"Not the silver." I reply.

Christine narrows her eyes at me in response, "Well that'll be easy enough to find when you're better."

I turn, and give her a look, "Yeah, he said that when he was higher than a helium balloon in outer space."

She shrugs, "What does it matter?"

I raise my eyebrows, "You think he'll actually do it?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But if he does, then that's two less that you're going to kill yourself over finding."

"And if he doesn't?" I ask, muttering to myself, "Which he's not going to."

Christine holds up a hand, "And if he doesn't, then we can just go after them one you can walk properly."

Blankly staring at the wall, I sit up and frown, "Okay... so I'm leaving."

"No you're not." She pushes me back down, "Rose," Christine commands, a hint of Song behind her voice, "Sit on top of her, and make sure she doesn't move"

Rose complies, settling the full 60 pound of her weight right in the center of my chest. "Come on!" I protest, exhaling sharply, but I'm cut off by a knock at the front door.

For a moment, Christine and I just look at each other. Growling, I shift my weight and attempt to sit up, but the large reptilian creature currently sitting on top of me prevents that. "Go see who it is." I demand, "Don't let them see you!"

Christine complies, making her way over to the door and avoiding the windows. Peeking through the spy-hole in the door, her forehead creases in confusion. Turning back to me, she cocks her head to the side, "How does Steve know where you live?"

Groaning, I fall back, "For the love of- what does he want now?"

"Rose, go hide." orders Christine, "Ella, stay put."
As Rose slides off my chest and disappears into my bedroom, Christine opens the front door, "Steve," she greets him, "How are you feeling?"

"Less exchanging of pleasantries and more why the crap are you here, Steve?" I call from the couch, moving to get up.

"Ella." She warns, "Lay back down and stop talking." Her words hold just enough Song in them that I can't make a sound. Instead, I opt to glower at them both.

"Wish I could do that." Steve murmurs to Christine, who smirks at him,

"Too bad, so sad." she replied with mock sympathy, "But really, why are you here?"

"Steve! Steve! Look!" A young boy, around the age of seven, rockets through my front door, crashing into Steve and Christine. They both almost fall, catching themselves in a very awkward position.

"Um... Sorry." Steve blushes, untangling himself from Christine, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

Christine picks herself up off the floor and brushes herself off, shooting me a glance like, you might be right after all.

"Alright, who is this?" I demand, as the boy proudly holds up a water bottle. Well, a water bottle with chunks of mud and leaves floating in it.

"It's a swamp!" He grins, showing a gap in his front teeth... and twin fangs.

Steve turns to us, placing a hand on the kid's back, "This is Ethan, my little brother. I'm supposed to be watching him, and so I had to take him with me when I came over here to give you guys the..." He trails off, and stares dejectedly at the water bottle in Ethan's hand.

"What?" I ask, now slightly curious.

"The holy water." He sighs, then gently pulls the water bottle out of Ethan's grasp and hands it to Christine, "It looks like Ethan put clumps of dirt in it. Sorry." He flushes even more, "I left him alone for two seconds, I swear."

"Holy mud." I groan, with a halfhearted glare at Ethan and Steve. 

Christine smacks me on the back of the head. "Do you have the fang as well?" she asks, eyeing the water bottle suspiciously.

"Yes, actually, I do." Steve fishes around in his pocket for a moment, then pulls out a fang. As a non-teeth and fang expert, I couldn't say for sure that it was vampire, but I'm not even sure what the difference between dog and cat teeth is. Christine, however, takes it from his hand, and inspects it carefully.

"Excellent." she mutters, looking it over, "Who's is it?"

Steve points to Ethan, who was now outside again, poking at the dirt with a stick, "That little pest collects teeth. It's kind of weird, but he keeps all the teeth he loses, as well as those he steals from others. I never expected it to be useful." He stands halfway in and out the door for a moment, then turns and walks back down the path with a half wave to us, calling out, "Come on, Ethan!"

As he walks down our sidewalk, a growing pressure builds in my chest, like a warning of bad things to come. This is shortly resolved when a grey car pulls up in the driveway, and Dad walks out. Thankfully, Rose was already hidden in my room, but when Dad enters the living room, he raises an eyebrow, "So," he asks, smirking slightly, "Who's the boy?"

I fall back on the couch, "gah. No. Absolutely not." I glare at Christine, who's sitting over in the corner, snickering. Then I get an idea. "No, Dad. He's actually Christine's boyfriend."

I barely have time to duck to avoid being brained with the pillow that gets launched at my head.