Tazmania

[8] One is Not Lonely

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Hunter dropped me off at my house, claiming he'll see me tomorrow at school. I wasn't sure if he meant it or not, but I liked to think of it as a promise.

I entered the place that was now my home, scrutinizing the half-done walls and the nails sticking out from the floorboards. Wesley was trying to shape this place up. I made a mental note to remind him later that it was no use.

As if he could sense my presence, he appeared at the lounge doorway. He had a black stained rag in his hands. Polish, I realized.

"How was school?" He asked, trying to smile, but finding it hard to.

I cocked my head.

"Normal. Filled with too many faces. Too many thoughts." I waved it off. He seemed unperturbed by my answer. "What are you doing?"

He sighed, itching the back of his head. Lice?

"Trying to refurbish the place."

"You're doing dreadfully, then."

The look he gave me was not one of pleasure. I'd come face to face with that often, so I knew when or when not to expect it. It didn't waver me in the slightest.

"I heard a car pull up the drive. Did someone drop you off?" His voice peaked interest, although I didn't know why.

"Yes. A boy I met in class. He's just like me. But not." I blinked at my own words, forgetting to check for his reaction. "I don't... understand him."

There was a momentary silence, which was only interrupted when I went to walk into the kitchen, a glass of milk on my mind. I normally didn't enjoy human liquids, they couldn't quite sustain me long enough.

I tipped some in a pint glass, bending down to eye level with it and seeking for the exact moment it became fluffy. People might not agree, they'd say it's smooth. But I know better, I am better. Milk... is fluffy.

Wesley appeared at the rim, appearing distorted and otherworldly. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel about that, but I was more or less crept out. Kind of.

"There's more of you?" I believe the question had popped up in his mind before, he'd just never said it outright. For fear of something; perhaps me.

I nodded.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, although I could see the silver spikes beginning to show. I still needed to remind him he was aging rather quickly. Mortality was stupid.

"He's in control of his needs. I am not." My eyes left his frame, back to the glass, which had soon covered itself in condensation. I missed it. "Why aren't I in control?"

He groaned inwardly. I knew that that meant: He'd been thinking the same thing.

"I wish I knew, Taz. I wish I even knew what you were."

"I'm a monster." I said, matter-of-fact. I mean, if I wasn't so, they why else would everybody be scared of me?

I dipped a finger into the milk, making sure Wesley was watching. Slowly, like frost forming on the hood of a car, or how magically water turns to ice, the liquid at my fingertip became solid. The dryness peeled my skin as I pulled it out, burning me to the muscle. In this fragile form, it was tearing me apart.

Staring into the glass, I saw a small concave of where my falange had been, a deep curve dip, dip, dipping into the bulk. Cold, dark, freezing.

"Well, at least you're not the only one anymore, honey." Wes tried to smile for me, but I could still see he was being cautious.

True, he was my father, possibly not my real one, but he'd raised me, therefore he earned that title. He'd certainly taken more part in my life than what my mother ever had. Either way, I'd done some pretty bad things in NYC, he deserved to be suspicious.

"One was never lonely." I smiled, as best as a beast like me could do and took my glass with me to my room.

In a containment where I was on my own. I could not mind-link with Hunter here. I couldn't even think to myself here. Instead, I watched the walls come to life as my words pooled all around me, bathing me in every blood.