With Your Claws To Hold

Chapter One

"Welcome to Fulton, where everything smells like wet dog and animal attacks and 'bear'," Queue air quotes. "Siteings are a normal occurance, even more of Tuesday." Penelope muttered out, tossing a now cold french fry in the direction of her napping friend.

"What do you expect people to do, really?" Sophia replied, her Spanish accent contorting all her words from anyone trying to eaves drop. You had to spend at least two years with Sophia to understand what she was actually saying, and one more trying to write a Sophia's translation for later use.

"To stay away maybe? I mean, think about it, we get about one hundred people who come in and out of here, just to see what happens and to see if rumors are true. That's fucking-" Penelope quieted when poking at Voyager's nose with a french fry stirred her sleep. "Irresponsible, insane? I don't really know how to classify it."

"Who cares? Not me for sure, only when it's time for a midnight snack." Sophia said, flashing her pearly whites that were less menacing than the ones she used to rip someones throat out.

"You know she's an actual drama queen. While everyone is at three, she's at seven." Voyager yawned as she streched her arms over head to reveal her stomach. "Stick another french in my nose and you're fucking dead." She said, jerking her finger at Penelope who had her hands up in surrender though there was a sinister grin plastered on her face.

Penelope, Sophia, and Voyager considered this little diner off the high way with the tattered booths, worn out stools, and a jukebox that sat in the corner just collecting dust, to be a place of sanctuary. People rarely came here, mostly because it gave off this eerie desserted feeling, but these three knew better.

There was Cole, who was the cook, and Sandy who liked taking orders in short skirts in roller skates. Voyager had been trying for years to get the girl to notice her, but she was always shot down, but that never discouraged her. Cole was like us, walking around with some ravenous beast inside him, clawing to get out, while Sandy was completely normal if you disclude the pink strands of hair and septum piercing. And Voyager loves that about her. In a world of them, she still manages to be her. Sandy was one of the only humans who knew about them, but she had always been cool in Penelope's book.

"Sorry for taking so long." Sandy skated over, chewing at a piece of bubblegum, popping it once in a while. She sat a plate down with a steak that could barely be called cooked, looked like it came right off a cow's ass, just like Sophia liked it. "He kept cooking it for too long, and I know you hate that."

Sandy's words were a hum in the background as Sophia's mouth watered. You couldn't tell but Sophia ate one of these every Thursday after school to satisfy her urge to always rip people apart.

Voyager's mouth watered too, but for an entirely different reason. She was staring Sandy down who had taken up a small conversation with Penelope. She stared down at her long legs and let out a satisfied sigh. "Sandy, what time do you get off?" Voyager asked, her lips turned up in a smile.

"When you're at home with your jammies and your momma is reading you a bedtime story."

"Don't patronize me." Voyager said with a dead look on her face. "I am eighteen now, cut me some slack here, damnit!" Voyager groaned as she leaned her head against the booth. She still peered at Sandy who had a soft smile with her arms folded across her chest.

"You never give up, do you? You're worse than the guys." She said with a small laugh as she skated away.

"Not to mention I'm better than the guys, you sexy goddess, you." Voyager muttered the last part which only made Penelope laugh. She knew her friend was love struck, and she could see why. Sandy was beautiful in her own right, though Penelope stayed with the male companions.