Strange Creatures || sanders sides fan fiction

3: Surprise!

Logan

He held his breath and stood completely still as the owner of the shed entered.

They were wearing a ratty purple and black hoodie and hadn't seemed to have noticed him.

Maybe I can escape unnoticed...

Logan edged towards the still open door when...

CLATTER

Logan froze, his foot having knocked over a tin full of pencils.

The owner whipped around, saw Logan, screeched and dove behind the arm-chair.

Deciding against running away, Logan looked at the armchair.

He could hear faint mumbles of "shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shitty shit-shit-shit shit!" coming from behind it.

"Hello?"

The panicked swearing stopped abruptly and the person peered over the top of the armchair, a scared glare plastered on their face. Or, well, what logan could see of their face. He could only see the top of their head and their eyes.

"Wh-who're you?" the person asked.

"My name is Logan, who might you be?"

"..."

Logan waited expectantly but the person gave no sign of giving an answer.

"Might I presume that you're V.B.H?"

"... yeah"

V.B.H kept staring at them before ducking down back behind the armchair, muttering something.

Logan managed to catch the words "didn't... wings... fangs... at least..." before they popped back up again.

"Why are you here?"

"I was sent up on a dare. People said this place was haunted and my room-mate told me to come up and take a selfie inside."

V.B.H poked his head up slightly higher over the armchair, logan now able to see a freckled nose and dark bags under their eyes.

"You aren't police?"

"No. But even if I was police, I'd probably say that."

They kept staring at each-other, Logan noticing for the first time that V.B.H's eyes were a bright purple colour, which was in no way natural for humans.

"Are you a non-human?" he queried.

V.B.H grew pale.

"N-no!"

"You don't have to worry, I'm a non-human as well."

Logan pulled off his beanie and showed his pointed elf ears, which seemed to calm V.B.H somewhat.

V.B.H let his head poke fully over the back of the arm-chair, showing two small fangs poking over his bottom lip in a slight under-bite.

"I'm a non-human... I'm a harpy..."

"Ah, that explains the fangs and eyes. No human would have those."

Logan turned to leave. "Don't worry, by the way, I won't tell anyone you're up here."

Just before he could leave, V.B.H spoke up.

"Logan... my name's Virgil"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Virgil." Logan smiled at Virgil and left.