Author: Miles-tails-prowler PM
A young woman breaks in to a man's house, but all is not what it seems.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Friendship - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,752 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-22-13 - Published: 08-04-12 - id: 3047712
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A/N: I'm not going to mark this as "Mature content" because I tried to keep anything blatantly objectionable out of it... I just thought "Well if she's wild wouldn't this happen and what would I do about it?" So this is what I say I would do in this situation... *Awkward moment*
Care to take a guess as to what the three stages are here?
*Connor: Mentally* Fresh blood? I know I'm not hurt so is Marla?
"Marla, could you come here for a minute?"
Marla meanders over to where Connor is. "What?"
"Marla? Are you OK? I found blood."
"It's none of your business!" Marla snaps then leaves abruptly.
"Sheesh, no need to bite my head off..." *Mentally* That was weird.
Ten days later.
Marla walks into Connor's room with a distracted look on her face and...
"Marla what the hell is with that getup? You look like a bloody skank!"
Marla just stares at Connor blankly then wonders away, transforming into her fox form.
"You are not going outside!" Connor follows Marla snatching a towel off of of the bathroom door on his way by and finds finds her scratching at the locked doggy door...
"Marla did you hear me? I said you are not going out today... Actually I take it back, you are not to leave this house for the next week and a half! I'm making it an order!"
Marla lazily turns around then pounces on Connor transforming back into her human form in mid air.
Connor sidesteps and wraps Marla in the towel in one motion. "No Marla, you can't have me either!" Connor then proceeds to drag Marla back upstairs to the guest bedroom... And locks her in it!
"Connor, if you let me out I'll make it worth you while..." Marla says in a sweet voice.
"I think I'll pass..."
A rattling sound is heard from inside the guest bedroom.
"Marla, I've bolted the windows shut, you're not getting out that way!" The rattling stops... And a scratching sound is heard from the bottom of the door...
Nine days later.
*Knocking on the door* "Marla are you decent?"
"Good, I'm letting you out now... but not out of the house just yet..."
"I understand... And thanks..."
"Don't mention it..."