!Being Remade!

Potions and Purring

I woke up to seeing Dennis petting my head gently as he read a book. We were sitting in the same position from when I fell asleep so I figured I hadn't slept too long.

He didn't seem to notice me awake and he just focused on his book. I read the words and it sounded like some romance novel, the girl was being attacked by someone with a knife in the alley and the guy rescued her. How cleché.

I saw the name of the book on the top of the left page in italics. 'The Back-Alley Love'. Then on top of the right page was the name of the chapter. 'A Day Through Someone Else's Eyes.' which sounded weird to me but, what do you expect.

He was pretty far into the book, he was almost near the last page. He yawned and shut the book placing it down next to us, then he looked me in my eyes smiling softly. "Goodmorning, mo grá." His words calming and alluring.

I smiled and felt a slight blush dust my face. "Goodmorning, min kjærlighet." I sounded giddy, for some reason.

By the look on his face, I bet he didn't know I grew up in Norway. I moved there when I was around five and obviously learned the language. I even have a slight accent, it's barely noticeable anyways.

His smile grew and he kissed me, I kissed him back. After we broke away I remembered the potions. I waved my hands in the air trying to grab something so I could pull myself up. I knew I looked stupid doing it, but I was ok with it since only Dennis could see.

He laughed at this, I mean who wouldn't I looked like a midget having a spaz attack. Dennis lifted me up like a child and planted me on the ground. I felt my face warm up from needing someones to help to get up, like a child.

He got up and kissed my cheek before going to take his shoes off. I forgot I even had mine on, I just took them off and waited for Dennis to move away from the carpet that we put our shoes on, only to throw them at it.

I missed.

Why can't I ever aim anything in my life?! I silently cursed gravity under my breath before getting some water. After I drank a whole bottle of water I gathered some items from the kitchen.

A pigs foot, the cookie of an oreo, wheat grains, apple shreddings, orange grinds, tears of humans, two cooking bowls, a wooden cooking spoon, five small vials, and ink from a pen. Dennis watched me after he came back from the bathroom.

He walked over to me as I spread all the stuff out on the coffee table while sitting on the couch. "What are you doing? And do you want some help?" He asked happily as he wrapped his arms around my neck gently from behind.

I kissed his cheek and patted the seat next to me. "I'm making more potions, and of course you can help me!" I answered more enthusiastically than normal, weird.

I just shrugged that thought off as Dennis jumped over the couch and landed on the seat, almost falling in the process before I caught him. We both laughed and started to sort the items by size.

After that, I grabbed a book from where the box containing the potions was. It was under the box tucked away neatly. It was black with golden leaves and vines all around the cover.

I opened it up and turned to a specific page. The number was One-hundred-sixty-nine, and on it were instructions and names of ingredients. We had them all thankfully.

"We are going to make three different kinds of potions, if that's ok." I stated calmly as I looked over to Dennis, who seemed quite excited.

"Awesome! This will be fun!" He commented happily while hugging me close to him with one arm.

I smiled and chuckled, kissing his forehead. "Yeah! Well, only if we get them right. If not it will get chaotic." I chuckled again remembering when I was little and my dad taught me about potions, I dropped the wrong item in and everything in the room, and us, turned bright orange for five days!

Dennis tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion. He seemed to shrug this off and instantly go back to his happy self again. I smiled and started to open two of the vials.

"So these are for healing potions, " I explained placing them to the left. "these are for strength potions, " I continued opening and placing two vials to the right. "and this vial is for It" I ended vaguely as I opened the last one and put it in the middle of both piles.

Dennis seemed slightly confused. "What's It?" He questioned innocently.

"That is a surprise for the end." I said smiling and gently poked his nose.

He giggled from the poke and nodded happily. We started to mix the ingredients in the bowl and stirred the contents. After a while, we finished the strength and helping potions.

"Soooooo," Dennis dragged on his words. "Are you gonna tell me what It is now?" He asked jumping up in his seat like a little kid.

I nodded slowly smiling. "Yes, and it's easy to make."

Dennis started to jump up and down faster and his face lit up with joy. I took both the bowls of the leftover purple and red potions. The strength potion, purple, and the healing potion, red. I joined both of them into the last vial pouring them in, it let off a bright orange smoke cloud as the potions turned black when they met. Left in the vial was a lone potion, Dennis and I were both coughing from the smoke.

When the smoke cleared we both at the vial filled with the black, gooey substance. It was the most deadly potion my dads taught me to make.

"The Night Terror potion." I said as I smiled devilishly myself.

Dennis looked at me confused yet still excited. "What does it do?" He asked like a little child finding an ornithopter or something for the first time.

"It gives the who drinks it the power to turn into a being of pure darkness and power. A Night Walker." I explained as I picked up the vial, turning it around to examine it.

Dennis looked amazed. To normal people, Night Walkers were just legends they told children to not head out in the night so they won't steal there soul.

I coughed slightly to stop myself from doing something I wouldn't want to do. Just the thought of power drives me insane. If I let myself continue to think of what I could do with the potion I would most likely drink it, steal Dennis' soul, eat his corpse, and go into the city on a killing spree. And now that I'm actually happy with Dennis, I didn't want to do that.

I slid the box out of its little compartment and placed it on top of the closed book. I gently placed the vials in the box and closed it before putting it back in the hidden cabinet. This time a locked it.

I yawned stretching and leaned my head onto Dennis' lap. "So what does mo grá mean?" I asked looking up at him smiling.

"It means my love in Irish, what does min kjærlight mean?" He asked as he started to pet my hair.

"It means my love in Norwegian." I explained as he pet my hair.

He giggled and kissed my head and started to scratch the skin under my hair. It felt like heaven, in a weird way. Then I didn't something that scared me.

I purred.

Dennis giggled more and kissed my forehead. "You're so cute and handsome, m'aingeal." He said softly. After a pause he explained. "It means my angel in Irish."

I nodded and continue to purr from the scratching. After a while, I started to drift asleep. But then Dennis kissed me and slid himself so I was laying on my back on top of his body.

He whispered a good night into my ear and I whispered it back to. Then we both slowly started to drift asleep.

I'm starting to actually be happy with my life again.

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ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhehehehehheheh kill me. another chapter done! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. god y am i alive. anyway hope u liked dis if u read it. till next chapter me friends <3