"W-What? But she told me that you-"

"Nop. She's lying. She always has."

Manon placed the mug of tea down on the round table, her mouth slightly agape.

"Look, Manon, honey, how would she look to you if she told you she was the one who cheated?"

"I wouldn't be able to look at her the same way... But she's still my mum. I'll forgive her."

Pryor gulped down the rest of the coffee and placed the cup next to Manon's. He looked at her with sympathy, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"But?" He implied.

"But now? I'm not so sure. I would've liked the truth earlier." She smiled weakly to stare at the wooden floor again.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang quite impulsively. Followed by loud knocks on the door. Manon and Pryor exchanged confused looks, he whispered her to stay put.

The door revealed a nervous blonde. She almost jumped on Pryor when he open the door.

"Hi Mr.Blanc? I think it was that." She mumbled the last part. "Um, is Manon here? I really, really need to talk to her."

"Emma?" Manon popped out the living room. To then walk to her sister. "What the hell are you doing here? I told you to cover me!"

"I know, I know! But Mum and Dad left to a late night patrol and a friend invited me to a party near by-"

Manon rolled her eyes and slap her forehead,
to then look at her sister in disbelief.

"What did you do now?!" She hissed.

"I swear to your collection of black panties that I did not do anything." She lifted her arms
surrender.

"Hey! Don't swear on my things-"

"Black panties?" Pryor snickered behind her. She spun around and shot him a look of annoyance. He looked away and clear his throat.

"The thing is," Emma chirped. Calling her sister's attention. "The party got a little out of hand and I need you to help me. My friend is crying on a corner right now."

"Okay, Okay. Fine. Pryor can I come back later?"

He smiled, "Anytime."

••••

The lawn was cover on Solo cups. The music inside shook the whole house. As Emma guide Manon inside the house, she felt slightly uncomfortable. Couples making out on almost every corner, peeps dancing on top the furniture with little clothes and spilling alcohol everywhere.

"Okay, go and turn off the music. I'll take care of the rest." Manon told her Emma.

Emma disappeared into the sweaty and drunk dancing bodies as Manon stood there waiting.

She was getting odd looks since she was wearing a black hoodie over her head and a black turtleneck over mouth.

She was wearing clothes unlike them.

The music was cut off and everyone booed. Looking around to spot the cause.

Manon stood on near by chair and cleared her throat loudly. "Party over is over folks, get out."

They laughed.

"Why would we listen to you?" A chewing-gum brunette said with her high-pitched voice. Which Manon cringe at the sound.

"Honey, this ain't your house." She got down of the chair and started walking toward her. The crowd backed up but the brunette stayed put.

Manon took off her hoodie and pull down her turtle neck— exposing her sharp fangs and white feline ears. "You leave or I'll make you."'
She hissed, drawing her claws out.

Everyone gasped and a few scattered out the door. But the stubborn brunette stayed. "Make me,"she slapped Manon across the face.

Manon sniffed and clean off the blood that spilled from her mouth. She turn to the brunette and grasp her neck, her eyes now glowing red. "I'll make you,"

She dragged the brunette by the neck and threw her out the door. She looked back, her eyes shining like wildfire. "Anyone else?"

Everyone run out the door, in less that five seconds the house was empty.

Emma came out from behind speakers, dusting  her hands if she had done some handy work "Well, now that's done-" she stopped abruptly, staring her sisters in shock.

The room was dark so she didn't see the hand printed the brunette left but did see that her sister's grey eye: had turn red. A red that was glowing in the dark.

"M-Manon... y-your eyes." She stuttered out.

"Don't worry. They'll change."

"B-But-"

"Never mind that Emma. Can I meet this friend of yours?"

Manon sat on the couch as Emma went to get this friend. She took a good look at the house. It seem expensive. But at the same time it gave this feeling of humbleness? She couldn't describe it.

She was pulled out of her thoughts as Emma came to view.

"My feline sister this is my older best friend—Oliver!"

At the same time, Manon and Oliver exclaimed.

"You?!"

•••••

Désolé! I totally forgot that I was writing this Manon's P.O.V. By the time I remembered, I was almost finishing. My apologies!  But I promise that next chapter will be in her point of view.

Sooooo Manon saw again Oliver, what do you think is gonna happen next? 😮

(If you don't remember who this guy is, go back to "Too Late?" epilogue)

Have a wonderful week peeps! 😘

~Nicki 🖤
(I apologize for any grammar mistakes)