Word Count: 1171 (Not including this)

2017-01-30

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"Recipe for a broken soul:

One and a half cups of self hate,

Two teaspoons of "In-need-of-love"

Sic cups of teasing for being a "freak"

Mix until you don't know what the Hell to think and your emotions are swirled with regret and sadness

Once mixed, put in the oven until you can't see the light anymore. When done, take out, and cool with the tears she's cried.

Serve with "Will anybody ever care about me?" sauce, with a side of "I give up"."

When Catty woke up the next morning, she was surrounded by warmth. Slowly remembering what happened the night prior, she chanced a glance up. There sleeping ever so peacefully, was Necro who -though almost unnoticeable- had a grin on his face.

Slowly, Catty tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down by the arms that at some point in the night had wrapped around her. "Go back to sleep," Necro mumbled before pulling her flush against him. "Let go!" She hissed, squirming around. "No-o-o!" He whined, tightening his grip.

As the two-bickered back and forth, all the while Catty pushing and squirming around, they didn't notice Crimson walk in.

"Zero Necromancy Night! Let the poor girl go," Crimson scolded. Both of them shot up, Catty's hair a mess. "Hello, Crimson." They said in unison, moving away from each other without noticing. "Up and at em' you two. Also, why are you two sleeping in the same bed?"

Catty stole a glance towards Nero, who just smiled and said: "Because she was scared." And he left it at that.

Crimson left, Catty following after thanking Necro. She slowly walked down the hall, thinking over what she had sad the night before. I told him... Eyes widening and facing reddening, she shook her head and pushed open the door to her room.

After dressing and sorting her thoughts out, she stepped out and walked to the dining area. She took her respective seat and began eating the food that was placed in front of her.

"Mistress, turn on the TV," She faintly heard one of the butlers saying. "Yes. Thank you, Joe." Crimson muttered, before Catty heard the TV's soft murmur. Crimson shifted through the channels before landing on the news.

"Our hearts go out to the family of the victim. Mr. Stan, can you please tell us what happened?" The female news anchor asked.

"Well," A man with a deep voice started, "I can tell you that this was no ordinary human attack. It appears that a man with fairly large feet walked in and a massive animal walked out. Some locals that were here to witness this say a massive wolf walked out."

"Are you suggesting a werewolf, Mr. Stan?" She asked again, her voice a mix of worry, disbelief and confusion. After a short pause, the man -Mr. Stan- sighed. "Yes. Cassy, yes. We are suggesting werewolf."

"Ladies and gentlemen—"

The TV that was mounted above Catty's head was shut off, before someone shot up from their seat. "Ugh! Honestly, those stupid, uncontrolled, ill-mannered mutts!" Crimson shouted, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Aunt, settle down." Necro muttered, though it was easy to detect that he was just as upset. "Yes, sorry." She sighed, sinking back down into her seat. Catty tuned the two of them out, focusing on eating her food.

She was always good at blocking people. She could just... Stop listening! She only really heard them when her name was mentioned. She peaked up from her food which she had finished without realizing. "Yes?" She asked, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her. For the fist time in her life, she regretted not listening.

"Dear, Necro offered to take you out to the park. Would you like to go?" Crimson asked, much more calm. "Uh... Yeah. Sure?" Catty had never had fun at a park. She always just hid in a tree and waited until it was time to go.

Damn mutts Was the only thought on his mind as he and Catty walked around the park. He was currently listening to Catty ramble about how she never thought werewolves were possible and how she also wondered in Vampires were real, too.

"Yeah, we are." Was what he had said and that led to an entirely different ramble about how she just needed a Werewolf and then she could call it 'The-Not-So-Crappy Twilight' movie. And then that led to another ramble about how stupid the whole thing was and the only good thing about was that the characters were mildly attractive.

When she had finished, she was out of breath and looked like she was about to pass out.

And then he smelt it. He smelled a werewolf. And it was close. "Catty, we need to g—" A low growl cut him off. Turning around, he caught sight of a young lady with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes.

She was crouched down slightly, and had an evil glint in her eyes. "Mine." She growled out.

Necro backed away slightly from Catty. How could I be mated to a Werewo— And with that, she ran towards Catty and picked her up bridal style.

"Mine!" She chirped happily, a wide smile on her sun-kissed skin. "All Mine!" You could practically feel the love and happiness beaming off of her.

Necro hated it.

"Ugh... Necro? Help?" Catty squeaked as she was pulled impossibly closer in the blondes arms. Necro took a step forward, only for the lady-wolf to jump back, with a squealing Catty still in her grasp. Necro tried again, only for her to sprint to a near by tree. They continued this pattern for several more minutes.

And then it clicked. We're playing Chase! These flea bags love this game! How could I be so stupid?!

Stopping dead in his tracks, he stared at the Catty-napper. "Listen here you! Put Catty down!"

"Catty? Is that your name, my love?" He heard the girl ask. "Yes." Catty said, a blush clearly on her face.

"I like that name. My name's Cinder. Spelled with a 'C', not an 'S'. As in, Cinderella. But I don't like guys. Or dresses. And especially not Fairies, they're manipulative little bastards. But they are pretty. Just like you! But, you're much more beautiful them." Cinder stopped for a moment, looked up at Necro, then down at Catty, and then set the human down.

"Sorry, I talk a lot." Cinder said, looking down. Catty giggled and smiled at Cinder. "You're funny."

Cinder looked up, a relieved smile on her face. "I'm usually told I'm annoying."

"That's because you are. C'mon Catty. Let's go home." Necro said, an unknown feeling welling up in his chest. It was a feeling he vaguely remembered from when he was human. What was it?

"Necro! That wasn't nice. Don't talk to her like that," Catty scolded, her brows knitted in the most adorable way.

If I ever have to write any thing about Cinder, I'm spelling her name with an 'S'. 

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