Blood, Fur, Fangs, And Love

What's that

Louis ~

I watch her pull away, she sends me a wave goodbye, I return it. As I walk away from the door I walk over to a table where a girl is sitting. She gives me a toothy smile, she can't be more than five or six. Shouldn't she be in school?

"What's your name?" She says to me in a small voice.

"Louis, but you can call me Lou." I smile weakly at her.

She studies my face for a second. She seems to be taking in every detail of my features. I do the same, she has pale white skin, with rosie cheeks. Her dirty blond hair has perfect ringlet curls and are pinned up by a bright pink bow. She has these fascinating deep drown eyes, so much life inside. It reminds me of my sister's eyes.

"Why did you cry?"

"Sorry?"

"You cried, because something happened. What happened?" She repeats.

"Oh, I cried because of a boy." I say and take a piece of paper. I start to colour and draw like her.

"Why?"

"Because..." I look up and see her look sad. "Because you see I loved this boy very much. And something happened so we sort of ended, I think."

"That's weird." She giggled.

"What is weird?" I ask her, not really understanding.

"You are like my uncle, he loves boys too! He has a husband like my mum does."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I seen them kiss! They kiss lots, in front of who ever." She smiles and looks down at her drawing, and starts to colour again.

"Aww, see me and this boy only kissed in private." I grimace at the memory.

"Why? I see it as fine. Daddy don't like my uncles, he thinks they are gross. Daddy says it should be a man and a woman, but I like it either way. Because what's wrong with having two daddys or mums?" She smiles to her drawing and holds it up for me.

It's a drawing of two stick men holding hands. To Lou is written on the top, the people are labelled too. One says Lou and the other says boy.

"I see the boy coming back for you, he loves you too Lou." She smiles and sets the drawing down.

"Really.. I don't." I sigh at the truth I've been avoiding.

"He will, I see it!" She giggles.

"What's your name?" I ask realizing that I never asked.

"Jennie, but mum and dad call me Mae." I'm perplexed for a second.

"Why do they call you Mae?" She looks up from her drawing when the phone on the wall goes off. A women answers it.

"Because I have two names."

"How do you have two names?"

"Everyone does. Mine is Jennie Mae Peterson."

"So you mean they call you by your middle name." I chuckle at her silly ways.

"I guess that's what it's called."

After that there was a long pause. Neither of us started a conversation, it was just silent. Between us any way, the kids were yelling, crying and whining in the back round. I pushed up my sleeves to get them out of the way. I still was just scribbling on a piece of paper.

All I could think about was Eleanor, and Harry. Eleanor because she brought me here after she found me. Harry because he's the reason why all this is happening to me. They both cloud up my mind, I block it all out. Up until I feel a tap on my shoulder, it's Jennie.