On The Run

Two

Meg took in a deep breath and sighed. "Who are you running from kid?" she asked.

"Monsters," she stumbled on the m before she could get the rest of the word out. Of course, Meg thought. She looked down at the kid, more than likely she's been out at least since the storm has started. Parts of her clothes had been ripped leaving the cold rain easy access. She was pale and shivering, Med caved in. She opened the door wide enough for the girl to pass through. She seemed surprised by this, as if she didn't really expect hospitality from a strange woman isolated in a cabin exactly in the middle of the woods. (No, seriously. Meg had been quite picky on her 'get-away' spot)

The girl was smart, kind of. She entered the room before Meg could change her mind. The 'kind of' part comes in when you think of it as a little girl entering a stranger's place.

Meg took her time getting the girl a blanket. What would it matter to her if one puny human didn't survive? She still cared enough to get her a blanket, and light the fire place, and make tea.

She still hadn't learned the girls name, but there wasn't any sudden urge to ask. the girl had calmed down a little, and the shaking was less noticeable. Meg had made herself stay in the kitchen. Acting like a vulture, staring from beyond. "Who are you?" The girl asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm Meg," she replies slightly confused. The girl went from scared to bold curiosity

"I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kat if you want to."

Nobody said anything, not sure of what to say exactly. Kat turned around to face the crackling wood in the fire. A moment of silence went by, awkward for both girls. Meg was uncomfortable in the kitchen, it just didn't sit right with her to let this stranger into her fortress. 

To give her warmth when she might attract something dangerous to them. This might all just be one big set up. No, Meg thought. Don't get paranoid. That's what humans are supposed to do around you, not the other way around. What was it Katherine was running from? "Is there a place where I can rest?"

"Yeah, down the hall to your right." She left the room in a hurry, leaving Meg to think in solitude. Which usually isn't good. I'll interrogate her tomorrow. Try and figure out what she's running from. It wasn't the best plan, but she couldn't think of anything better.

Meg knocked on the door. "Come in," Kat said. The door opened and Meg walked in.

"Here," she said throwing a pile of clothes onto Katherine's bed.

"What's this?" Kat asked turning the clothes over. In the pile there was a pair of black yoga pants and an oversized red t-shirt.

"Do you want to sleep in those soaking wet clothes that you've probably worn for the past day or so?"

"No," you could barley hear her voice, shrunken down by Meg's authority. She, Meg, started to walk out of the room. "Thank you," Kat said before she shut the door. A smile grew on Meg's face. Just a slight one. She didn't even notice it before she walked into the living room. 

Demons don't need to sleep. They don't need food or warmth. Yet Meg checked the pantry for food that night. She took a Pop-Tart to the living room where she fed the fire all night.

A/N I don't know if these chapters feel short to you but they feel short to me. Everything I do is trash so it's okay. I really want a Satan's Child right about now.