#ed is into the thought of being stabbed repeatedly by serene

[kraekns-a]

@spphirrgue​  ───     lounged across him like, hand dramaticly placed to her forehead. " im absolutely bored, edward, I might lose myself if im not entertained. "

smile  is  hidden  behind  a  large  glass  of  whiskey  ,  eyes  shining  with  the  force  of  withheld  amusement  .  “  whatever  will  i  do  if  that  happens  .  what  can  i  do  for  you  ,  love  ?  ”  the  pet  name  falls  easily  from  his  lips  ,  like  honey  dripping   from  forked  tongue  !  the  snake  in  the  grass  ,  tamed  by  the  lady  wandering  his  gardens  .  weak  to  her  wills  ,  folding  to  her  every  whim  should  it  bring  a  smile  to  angelic  visage  (  should  it  keep  her  from  leaving  !  )  .  “  perhaps  you  could  try  your  hand  at  tattooing  ?  i’ve  got  some  room  on  my  shoulder  .  ”  words  are  half  -  joking  ,  though  the  thought  of  being  at  her  mercy  does  send  a  tingle  along  his  spine  . 

[memesfortas]

Plebs (Season 1) Sentence Meme

NSFW. Part Two. Change names, prounouns, etc to fit if needed!

“Looks sort of like a stick of rhubarb that’s been stabbed repeatedly with a fork.”

“What eats dogs? Greek people?”

“I guess I’m a plant person. Anything quiet and still I’m fine with.”

“Suppose I am lucky, yeah. Just found a bit of chicken in my teeth I didn’t know was there.”

“Show him how he choked serenely. I want to see it for myself.”

“Um, why couldn’t it be mine? I could have herpes.”

“I have something that might cheer you up: [name] has herpes.”

“Oh, no! A consensual rampage.”

“Well, I put my penis away and left, what else could I do?”

“In what way is you winning the lottery fifty-fifty?”

“Either I will win it or I won’t.”

“Here are your ‘I helped conquer Britain’ badges.”

“It looks like your eye is sort of… growing a plum.”

“Well, she did dab my face, but then she called me a ‘poor lamb.’ Of all the animals…”

“No one wants to fuck a lamb.”

“Those tiles may look cracked, but it’s deliberate. It’s actually a mosaic.”

“Look, both of you stop cockblocking me.”

“It’s like you’re a human chastity belt. You won’t rest until you’ve cut off my wang and locked me in a dungeon.”

“Why is it penis shaped?”

“You’re penis shaped.”

“I do not look like an erect penis!”

“Just think of me as a big teddy bear! A big, naked teddy bear with herpes.”

“Do you know you napsturbate? You sleep wank.”

“Introducing bananae: the hip, new, yellow fruit snack that gives you energy and friends.”

“I don’t want you to look at me while I’m eating it.”

“Oh, so I’m pathetic for being beat up by an old man, but a monster for beating him up? What am I supposed to do?”

“They keep trying to get me to wrestle that slippery lad.”

“You really should be able to take a ten-year-old boy, [name].”

“There no way that beast were ten. He were at least twelve.”

“Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t speak to me every again. This is a new fucking low.”

“He just doesn’t like them because they’re shaped like a peenoose.”

“As of now I am banning bananae, they are bananned.”

“She was squealing, but not before. This was less sexy, more angry.”

“Is it awesome, though? That we had an innocent guy beaten up?”

“If the world did end I’d be bloody miffed.”

“I dunno, I can see the appeal of oblivion. At least everyone’d shut up.”

“Before the year is out you’ll have an accident of your own.”

“Earlier she was banging on ‘bout the end the of the world, she’s just a wet old blanket.”

“I do not fuck the homeless warm!”

“I see, so we’re eating stolen, sacrificial meat now.”

“It’s really bad form to steal the gods’ food.”

“The gods aren’t hungry! Or, y’know, real.”

“I think it’s chicken, it tastes like chicken.”

“You know what else tastes like chicken? Humans.”

“The seas are rising and the people in the lowlands will drown!”

“You will be forever miserable and your penis will be shriveled!”

“You picked the wrong penis to shrivel! This guy invented the shriveled penis!”

“Have you seen [name]? Did we… put him somewhere?”

“If you don’t admit it’s real, you’re never gonna heal!”

“Mmm? Mmm. Mmm mm mm mmm MMM mmm mm.”

“I don’t like you, and you don’t like me, but-”

“I like you. You don’t like me? Why don’t you like me? I thought you liked me.”

“I was thinking you could just diddle the water clock and we could move midnight forward by an hour.”

“I haven’t seen bugger all, mate. I’ve had these mushroom that’ve given me batshit crazy hallucinations and stomach cramps.”

[arlaathvhen-blog]

Plebs (Season 1) Sentence Meme

NSFW. Part Two. Change names, prounouns, etc to fit if needed!

“Looks sort of like a stick of rhubarb that’s been stabbed repeatedly with a fork.”

“What eats dogs? Greek people?”

“I guess I’m a plant person. Anything quiet and still I’m fine with.”

“Suppose I am lucky, yeah. Just found a bit of chicken in my teeth I didn’t know was there.”

“Show him how he choked serenely. I want to see it for myself.”

“Um, why couldn’t it be mine? I could have herpes.”

“I have something that might cheer you up: [name] has herpes.”

“Oh, no! A consensual rampage.”

“Well, I put my penis away and left, what else could I do?”

“In what way is you winning the lottery fifty-fifty?”

“Either I will win it or I won’t.”

“Here are your ‘I helped conquer Britain’ badges.”

“It looks like your eye is sort of... growing a plum.”

“Well, she did dab my face, but then she called me a ‘poor lamb.’ Of all the animals...”

“No one wants to fuck a lamb.”

“Those tiles may look cracked, but it’s deliberate. It’s actually a mosaic.”

“Look, both of you stop cockblocking me.”

“It’s like you’re a human chastity belt. You won’t rest until you’ve cut off my wang and locked me in a dungeon.”

“Why is it penis shaped?”

“You’re penis shaped.”

“I do not look like an erect penis!”

“Just think of me as a big teddy bear! A big, naked teddy bear with herpes.”

“Do you know you napsturbate? You sleep wank.”

“Introducing bananae: the hip, new, yellow fruit snack that gives you energy and friends.”

“I don’t want you to look at me while I’m eating it.”

“Oh, so I’m pathetic for being beat up by an old man, but a monster for beating him up? What am I supposed to do?”

“They keep trying to get me to wrestle that slippery lad.”

“You really should be able to take a ten-year-old boy, [name].”

“There no way that beast were ten. He were at least twelve.”

“Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t speak to me every again. This is a new fucking low.”

“He just doesn’t like them because they’re shaped like a peenoose.”

“As of now I am banning bananae, they are bananned.”

“She was squealing, but not before. This was less sexy, more angry.”

“Is it awesome, though? That we had an innocent guy beaten up?”

“If the world did end I’d be bloody miffed.”

“I dunno, I can see the appeal of oblivion. At least everyone’d shut up.”

“Before the year is out you’ll have an accident of your own.”

“Earlier she was banging on ‘bout the end the of the world, she’s just a wet old blanket.”

“I do not fuck the homeless warm!”

“I see, so we’re eating stolen, sacrificial meat now.”

“It’s really bad form to steal the gods’ food.”

“The gods aren’t hungry! Or, y’know, real.”

“I think it’s chicken, it tastes like chicken.”

“You know what else tastes like chicken? Humans.”

“The seas are rising and the people in the lowlands will drown!”

“You will be forever miserable and your penis will be shriveled!”

“You picked the wrong penis to shrivel! This guy invented the shriveled penis!”

“Have you seen [name]? Did we... put him somewhere?”

“If you don’t admit it’s real, you’re never gonna heal!”

“Mmm? Mmm. Mmm mm mm mmm MMM mmm mm.”

“I don’t like you, and you don’t like me, but-”

“I like you. You don’t like me? Why don’t you like me? I thought you liked me.”

“I was thinking you could just diddle the water clock and we could move midnight forward by an hour.”

“I haven’t seen bugger all, mate. I’ve had these mushroom that’ve given me batshit crazy hallucinations and stomach cramps.”

[literarypsychobabble]

Pack(ed)

SPENCER I sensed the difference early. Air that reeked if garlic poked forked fingers down my throat, forcing a warbled croak out of my raw mouth as I found myself asleep in a bed of fiery leaves that crackled and turned to powder beneath me. I was fully clothed, my mouth smeared in the richness of my latest kill that also clung sweetly but dryly to the inside of my mouth. Of course I had changed and killed and fallen asleep. The distant howls of my pack and the sounds of their thoughts and ticking minds kept me occupied until the same faltering garlic infused disturbance from before returned. A new mind, an empty mind drunk on the screaming silence prowled with us all, death heavy against its lungs as its wild eyes hungrily took in the forest; the vibrant colours and the maddeningly loud sounds and scents. A spear of confusion and fear stabbed the stone heart and made it shatter helplessly as it desperately searched for something that alighted repeatedly as dark brown locks of my own hair turned to a flame crown in sunlight. The scream that ripped through the forest hurled a torrent of cackling black crows into the vibrant sky. I waited, eyes fixed on the point of disturbance, until I heard heavy and laboured human breathing and the distinct sound of wild swearing before clumsy feet stamped over brittle twigs, making me wince when they snapped them ruthlessly. I always felt like twigs were the limbs of trees and was always sickened by the thought of something ruthlessly stomping all over the knuckles of already wizened people. I watched stealthily as a burly man dripping blood so sweet I wanted to throw myself at him and tear him to ribbons of flesh drunkenly staggered away from me. Someone had bitten him. The scent was confusing; not my pack and sent a slight jolt up my spine as I realised something or someone else lived amongst us. It would explain the odd blank energy full of a screaming silence that hurt my heart and made my soul feel raw and awkward when I tried to focus on it. * The tavern was a huge ship someone had overturned and turned into a pub with huge grimy pints strewn along through Christmas lights full of a dancing flame of light each. The pints were signed by rock legends and barons alike but were almost opaque with grime. The boards of the ceiling were heavy and smelt like sweet wet soil, silvery cobwebs sparkled in some of the corners, draped over the dark wood like netting that shimmered and sparkled as drops of condensation bejewelled it, the swollen faced human-fish seemed to have snapped out of the nets and were flopped lifelessly forward over huge pints or backwards with the sturdy chairs propped against walls. Rowdy barks of laughter, patterned bandanas and hairy faces gawked at me stupidly as I walked through them, a stranger in this place and as different as could be. They seemed more rustic than I could ever be, I looked like I was trying too hard and would have probably been mugged in any other instance for being a "prissy boy" because of how I looked and dressed. I knew what I looked like and I had washed off the blood in a stream but it still tainted my nails so it looked like I had tried to get rid of nail polish and my lips were still rouged a stupid red. The sweet scents of alcohol, beer and various drinks infused with the acrid nacho cheese scent of old socks and the garlicky aroma of ripe armpits made my stomach threaten to throw up what I had eaten, making me painfully aware of how my human form had no means of dealing with raw meat. I had no means of dealing with the dreary weight of what lay heavy and nauseating within me. Even after all these years it still let me feeling like I was full of wet rocks and made me struggle to eat anything even remotely human, which only meant my clothes had grown looser over time and I was often attacked by hunger pangs that would leave me struggling momentarily because they almost always felt like someone invisible had stabbed me. I caught his scent despite the odours around me and let the intensely garlicky smell weakly push me into a stool beneath a lopsided sign covered in fancy lettering bearing vulgar jokes about the weather and hipsters that seemed to match the roaring laughter and chuckles that occasionally broke out around me. A maudlin drunk was hunched over a piano in a corner, cradling a drink in his lap as he tapped out a melancholy tune that made me think of how gravestones looked almost toothlike and how oddly beautiful and serene the faces of dead people in black velvet looked. It hardly took me long to find who I was looking for; a huge hairy shape tucked close to the bar. He was no longer bleeding but was wolfing down a burger dripping huge globules of grime and oily fat that was thick and stringy enough to look like cheese or orange egg yolk into his lap. He was intent on stuffing as much of it as he could into his mouth though I picked up on the agonising ulcer that festered deep within the pit of his belly and wanted to apologise. I caught his eye. He looked me up and down, one bushy eyebrow raised slightly until he sniffed at me; I knew what I looked like; the doll-like person who looked far from what I really was. I gestured at his arm in an offhand way, amused by how deep the teethmarks were; whoever had bitten him had been angry and trying to change him had failed. All this hairy giant had gotten was a lot of pain that probably felt like being electrocuted countless times. The wolf was inexperienced, it had fresh lupin blood but it seemed so old and faded, tinged by a bitterness that made me think of graveyards in the dark again. I sniffed. "I can't help but notice you seem to be injured?" I gestured at it nonchalantly even as my tastebuds screamed that something about it was wrong; who was the intruder on OUR territory? He made me dismissive sound and nodded. "Wolf." I stayed quiet. "Rotten beasts coming' back stronger 'an ever we never had a wolf problem here before 'n now look at it all just coming to pieces around us! I used to think 'em sweet and gentle creatures but now they seem vile and vicious beasts that can't be tamed. This one was weird she was. She had markings and grey fur. Very light grey fur and seemed savage-" "She." I muttered to myself, frowning. "How can you be so sure it was a she wolf? All of them look totally the same to me-" "Yeah?" He was watching me confusedly. "Wolves are male and female you do know that? Though I doubt a spoilt brat like you knows much of anything about wolves. No offence there matey but you don't seem like much of a wild chap." "You know a lot about wolves?" He nodded slowly. "I have this fascination with them. Beauties really. I can of course tell the difference between male and female wolves though I used to think that was common." He leaned close to me then conspiratorially. "I don't want to pull at floppy straws here to try to prove a point but I wouldn't even be surprised if these were werewolves." "Werewolves?" I raised an eyebrow at him, careful to keep my face blank. He nodded slowly. "I smell something funny stirrin' in the wind, they says the werewolves are part of our own experimentation you know us havin' to pay for them.....well I darn't disrespect any lady but you know them ones the ones who do things they were used and then the dead were used so we got left with these wolves." I was almost keeled over by a sudden spark of pain that wrapped tightly around my neck, blinding me before dropping me to my knees before him. "Goo' grief you alright there chum?" He anxiously dared to touch my shoulder that I was tempted to rip away from him and snarl at. I nodded to myself more than to him and gave him a tight lipped smile before getting to my feet. "I have to go." I burst out into the cold, shaking frozen drops of ice cold sweat that soaked my spine, hair and face as I broke into a brisk trot and rushed to the house as fast as my legs would carry me. JIM The pack was huddled around together in every single nook and cranny of Alice's quaint house that seemed funnily small with so many of us inside it. I was in a bad mood because I had stumbled across a magazine that was devoted to me; a picture of me shirtless and with my arms wrapped around myself, my shaggy head tilted upwards and my steady scowl affixed to my face as the headlines punched into my crotch screamed about my rapid spiral into drugs and how it had killed me but I had influenced my entire band to join me. My blue eyes were dead. Ice cold. I still remembered the day it had happened and how it felt waking up face down and butt naked in the snow with blood all over me and the beady eye of whatever I had feasted on staring unblinkingly and accusingly up at me. If Spencer had not found me when he had I would have probably screamed until people had found me. He had knocked me out and I had woken up in a strange car, strapped in and in the middle of nowhere which is how he had told me what I was now and how I was going to be going through this for a very long time. He had been amused by how I had just stared at him manically but his face gave nothing away when I introduced him to my band and he had acted as though he didn't know at all who we were which relieved but also made me very aware of how small and insignificant I really was but then I had found the records of my band in the car he used and realised he wasn't much for expressing anything though it secretly made me feel proud and happy that HE knew who we were. Liam walked me over to where Spencer stood seemingly drenched and looking tired but as though someone had jolted him with a lot of electricity. His face looked ashen in the dark, his mouth smeared in blood and his dark eyelashes like spiky black lace as he watched us approach him with half lidded green eyes flecked by golden stars. Liam sighed heavily then and rubbed the heel of a hand over his brow. "I have no idea what's happening or why but I just feel so...lost I feel like something is terribly wro-" Spencer lurched slightly. I felt my eyes widen as I watched him turn paler as though in pain but he just stared at us both defiantly. "Liam." He seemed to be thinking out what to say word for word. "Liam you're going to be a-" A loud howl punctuated the start of a sudden commotion before Alice appeared and made us all start and turn to her as one, eyes blazing and animal instincts peaked as we stared at Alice, her eyes wide and slightly crazy, alight with worry and terror that seemed to shake her. Another howl sounded behind her, closer before there was a splash and then deathly silence. Alice looked ready to collapse as she stared at us all, almost manic. "I need your help. Cora's been attacked." Liam was torn from his own body in a jarringly loud series of pops and crunching sounds as his hole body shifted, twisted and changed, clothes ripping off him as Alice watched him an admirably blank face and as though she saw this happen everyday. Spencer looked at him, then at me and I almost expected him to roll his eyes, instead he looked at Alice too. "Follow me." Alice offered before she turned and broke into an almost run. Liam flitted like air behind her followed by Spencer and me, ignoring the fact that twigs and leaves kept roping and tearing at me as though they wanted to hold me back and stop me from from following the others. I felt like an intruder even though Spencer was silently urging me to follow them. I was part of the pack and I belonged. Of course. Apparently. Liam's fiancée appeared in a clearing by a car, hunched over and clutching some bloody limb of hers. The smell of her blood made me struggle to refrain from retching and throwing myself at her. Her hair was soaked and plastered to her, her huge red rimmed blood shot eyes wide, her face sickly pale and bloodless. Her haunted eyes darted to Liam in his wolf form who had anxiously lurched closer to her, where they froze before she started crying and dissolved against him; her sadness becoming his. She looked past him at Spencer and Alice as the strength of the scent of Liam on her made me want to run away. Her expression turned pleading, almost, her face drawn in pain and despair. Spencer looked as bad as she felt, if not worse as she gripped one of his sleeves tightly, forcing him to keel closer over her, his face almost bloodless as he struggled to seem passive. "Please don't let anything happen to the baby." Alice caught her as she swayed and collapsed. The silence that followed was pregnant with shock. I wondered if anyone else felt unnerved by the strength of the scent of Liam radiating off his fiancée or the sickening garlicky smell I had only now started to realise existed. "She's been attacked." Alice croaked, voice almost shattering entirely. Spencer gently smoothed a hand over Cora's face, his own turning blank before he blinked and stared at Liam the anxious wolf, then at me and Alice. "You need to help me get her to a place where I can lie her down...she's ok-" "No she's NOT can't you see she's been attacked and that's actually dangerous." Alice sounded so calm I felt as though I was experiencing everything in slow motion. "She could die or-" "Liam!" Spencer suddenly turned himself away from the fallen woman who seemed peaceful and in a deep sleep. He gently reached over to smooth a hand over the large beautifully dark golden blonde wolf's snout and then focused on his eyes. "I think it's time I officially congratulated you...you're going to be a dad.....and she's going to be fine, shockingly she's totally unscathed because the baby absorbed the venom..she won't change at all and she won't die. In fact she's probably stronger than all of us combined right now...the baby absorbed the venom so in one way....well she's going to have someone who will be stronger than all of us combined as a pack who, because he started life as a wolf will be stronger than-" Liam blinked dumbly and yawned. Spencer watched him, one eyebrow raised before he rolled his eyes. "Of course he's not going to remember any of this so maybe this isn't exactly the wisest decision I have ever made..." he frowned as though mulling over something. "At this rate we may as well wait until he's with us fully before we actually say something." Liam wagged his tail hopefully. * "So....you're telling me that......" Liam's fiancée seemed better now, but still a bit pale. "We're all just experiments gone awry Ms Hanbury." Spencer offered, nonchalantly edging the plate of avocado slices covered in mustard and a pickle towards her without seeming at all bothered by her strange cravings; maybe he saw this all the time. Cora absentmindedly bit into another one, watching him attentively as she leaned forward over the table. "And-" "Yes you're going to have a....well I don't know if we can call ourselves werewolves but yes..." Cora nodded slowly before looking all around herself. "So does Liam know?" I could almost sense her begging to meet him. "Not yet, no but he is to return soon.." Spencer caught me watching him again. I felt awkward and out of place. Cora turned, saw me and gaped. "Holy SHIT it's you!" I forced my face into a smile. "This is....well....I feel like this is such a big fat fuck you to people who somehow think we know the best for the world-" Cora grabbed another avocado slice as she gestured at me and I tried to seem stoic and suppressed the biggest yawn. Liam walked in then seeming dazed and tired, he looked like a man who was starved of many things but mostly so love such that his eyes looked haunted. He hardly seemed to realise he was walking as though he was in a trance; his hair a mess and his holes clothes and gaunt sharp face making him look too young and too old all at once. I almost expected Cora to throw herself at him but she had her back towards him as he approached her with forced slowness. "Thank you for joining us again Walters." Spencer managed a warped half smirk as he looked straight at him. "I was expecting Ms Hanbury to have a fainting fit but you have so obviously redefined all previous stereotypes." Liam sighed heavily and blinked slowly. "I swear Spencer sometimes I feel like you're the least human person any of us know..." he glanced at me. I resisted the urge to shrink back and away from him. He smiled at me warmly and then turned back to Spencer. Cora slowly turned, her eyes alight with enough tender love to shatter the world. She was looking at him as though she had just started seeing things after a very long time. Her haunted eyes full of tears that made a sharp pang jab at my chest, but I ignored it. She rose slowly as though in a daze; one shoe off and one shoe on and stumbled over to him, cluttering as she tripped over her own toes and he caught her gently, his fingers lacing through hers; his hands overlapping hers as she peered into his eyes with enough love to beautify even Hell. He gazed back entranced and I felt intrusive as usual even though Spencer silently urged me to stay. I wondered if either Spencer or Cora knew how precious the life they had created was especially right now as it grew in its safe place tucked out of sight and mind of the world. "Liam?" Cora finally found her ability to speak again. "I know I should have said this earlier to you-" "I love you so much I totally understand if you want nothing to go with something like me you don't have to act like you love me-" "I'm pregnant." Cora offered. "And the baby isn't Roger's." Liam's kind brown eyes glistened with unshed tears as he swallowed noisily and stared at her silently. She gently cradled his face in her hands. "And I don't think I've ever loved you more than I do right now." A fat tear rolled down her face. Liam carefully drew her close to him. I looked away from them, feeling intrusive. "Just a quick question." Cora had turned to Spencer again. Spencer looked over at her, eyes distant and I wondered where he had gone again, which meant he glanced at me so I quickly looked away from him. "So...the baby absorbed the venom...what does that mean?" "The baby saw the attack as an almost immediate threat and took the most of the venom or the potent change that would have either killed you or changed you. In doing so it saved you, naturally but as a result it is now going to be born one of us or a wolf, without that choice. It is going to be stronger than us all as a pack because it was born into that matter of being and might have other attributes that we do not have." "So.....we're basically having a baby werewolf?" Liam managed, blinking a lot, jaw clenched as he gazed dazedly at Cora. "Yes." Spencer ran a hand through his hair. "The first of its kind because werewolves in general are infertile." I blinked at this newfound information and wondered how I felt about it; of course I had never wanted children but should this upset me? "How um...how different is this from an...ordinary pregnancy?" Liam's voice was edged by worry. Spencer looked all around us and then straight at Liam. "Maybe not as smooth as an ordinary pregnancy." Liam started looking scared but smiled. "I think we can learn to deal with that." And then he fainted. * SPENCER It happened again. The feeling of being watched. The strange dream that left me quivering on the tender edge of a cry for help. The dark void full of screaming despair and silence....until I was woken up by an agonising fist of hunger that made my body cough up a stupendous sneeze that left me breathing as though I had run a marathon. Someone was watching me, that much was enough to make me look all around me at the room full of shadows and darkness. My eyes settled on eyes. Distant, blazing eyes caught in a cracked cobweb of mist and dew that had spidered across the window overnight. I rose, stealthy and silent like a shadow, my animal instincts heightened and my eyes stuck on those caught in the window before I finally reached them, and noticed the cloud of air I kept exhaling. The screaming silence and dark omens of despair rattled and shook like prisoners of the night in corners until I turned to the window again, and the eyes were gone. I shook my head, shrugging away everything and leaned forward, pressing myself closer precariously until I was almost leaning heavily on the window until I caught sight of a bloodless frozen face on the other side and felt my heart lurch sickeningly into my mouth, sealing my throat shut over what could have been a scream as I reached for the rickety but stiff latch, ready to wrench open the window when a loud knock on the door almost startled me. I turned on my heel to see a wild eyed Jim in a baggy black Sex Pistols shirt standing frozen in the doorway with his face frozen in a wide eyed look of what seemed like an unsettling amount of fear. His expression seemed ridiculously drawn on. "There's been another attack only this person died and now the police want to see you because you're apparently responsible for all wolves and wolf attacks-" I grabbed my clothes and roughly shoved myself into them, silent rage buzzing like static electricity over my skin and making my hair curl before I let Jim watch me make my way down the stairs. The burly policemen who stood at the doorway seemed to sway and shrink dramatically out of focus, falling away from me as though fearful so I focused my eyes on the scarier looking one out of the two and refused to let myself blink. They stank of cheap food and sugary tea. He shuddered with recognition as he looked me up an own dazedly. I almost smiled. He turned to the other policeman, who looked at me with a ridiculous amount of terror evident in his eyes. His face quivered with shock and horror. "S-Spencer." "My name's Spencer." I offered. "How may I help you?" The smile threatened to tear open my face again. * They kept looking at the readings, then at my face as though expecting me to suddenly sprout tentacles before glancing back at the readings. I was very much aware of how I looked shirtless; my body hardened by lean muscular definition and hunger I never quite managed to feed making itself evident in the sharpness of my ribcage, collarbones, shoulder bones, hip bones, spine and the veins pressing close and spidering under my pale golden skin. I felt exposed and vulnerable yet special, in a way; something nobody could define and that irked them, it seemed. "How old are you?" One of the finally asked, unblinkingly. I refused to smile. "I'm in my early twenties." I looked down at the shirt folded in my lap. They exchanged a look. I focused on a spot behind them, drawing patterns along the wall. One of them walked up to tower over me. I stared up at him pointedly, working through complex maths calculations in my head for something to do. "Your vitals and test results show obvious signs of atypical development." He poked a paper against my chest and we watched it slip down into my lap and then drop onto my feet, dead still. I looked up and met his steady stare before looking past him at Alice who looked as anxious as I should be but instead I felt oddly triumphant; like someone who has lusted after being different for very long and has finally found the smidge of difference that made them stand out from everyone around them. "That is expected." They exchanged another quick look in the silence that followed. "I..." I splayed my fingers across my knees and focused on a spot on the floor. "I never really had a normal life and I live with wolves most of my time-" "But WHERE are you from? Your name has been documented but very little is actually known about who you are or WHERE you are from or where you went." He paused. "And you seem to be around when these bodies turn up or vanish but nobody seems to know what's happening. It's gone on too far-" I breathed out soundlessly through my nose and narrowed my eyes wearily. "I am not sure I have the answers gentlemen, beyond a certain point I know nothing." I sounded as tired as I felt. "Unless you have evidence that ties me to anything I can't exactly be of any help to you. I don't know who I'm meant to be or where I am from and if I did I doubt I would be sat here right now feeling as utterly perplexed as I feel." They glanced at one another again pointedly before one of them rapped me on the shoulder with a file as he followed his friend out before they turned on their heels from a distance to look back at me. I was tempted to raise my hand and wave at them jauntily to mock them but instead made sure I seemed as bored as possible and refused to look up at them. I found myself fisting my shirt absentmindedly. The door thudded shut distantly behind them. Alice walked over but looked away pointedly as I roughly pulled my shirt on. "Sorry we woke you up. I didn't.....exactly....know what to do." Her voice was weighted by the actual question; what ARE you?! I just shrugged and almost smiled at her but made sure I had my invisible wall around me to hold her out. Her weary frown worried me and made me want to hug her. I looked down at my feet. "Ok so before we well not we but before the people who lost their minds and decided people could be fertilisers for plants, they decided to experiment with women....so women were randomly.......well they were used to breed and their children were the lab rats....little boys whose mothers would be then burnt alive as they watched....of course no one knew of this...." I blinked slowly and carefully cutting myself off on time before I shrugged and cleared my throat. "Isn't that....illegal?" Her face was hard to read, closed off and weary. "It is but that never stops people 'in the name of nature' and the results were assumed satisfactory before it was realised young men or rather dead young men were a better fertiliser. It worked for the first one or two bodies and then just failed." She managed a brave smile. "Those policemen knew about the experiments and about what's done so they kind of seem to be assuming things at this rate but can not be certain. If anyone, they are likely to recognise Jim and his remaining bandmates IF they aren't well I wouldn't say hidden but just kept to one side for a bit." "So right now they know-" "The local wolf whisperer isn't exactly their typical ordinary guy." She watched me for some time and I suddenly wanted to tell her everything but looked away from her instead. "Can I ask you something?" I nodded slowly. She swallowed, carefully drawing on words to ask the next question. "Ok fine." I refused to look at her as I spoke. "There was a woman who started this idea. A wealthy countess who was known for being beautiful and stupendously rich. And she had a son and the experiments angered some people who took the struggling and sickly wolves to her mansion at night. They attacked her obviously and burnt her house but she couldn't deal with the idea of people having suffered and wanted nothing to do with it in the first place so she burnt her son and herself because they were both bitten." "Well right now I just find myself pitying every single person. It can't have been easy." "Nothing in life is. And yet it is life and it can not be changed once it has happened." "You're actually a really nice person when you aren't being all haughty and full of yourself." I just stared at her silently and almost expectantly. "I just don't know who to feel sorry for more I mean at the end of the day no matter what happened innocent people who didn't deserve to suffer suffered a lot." "I don't see the innocence in a woman who pretty much ran a brothel." "She didn't run a brothel and WE don't know her at all. We don't know what she faced or how desperate she was. We only know what you were told or learnt and that's that." "I find that fanciful thinking to be rather naive." "I see it as trying to understand that everything happens for a reason just as everyone acts in a certain way for a reason." I acted like I was mulling over this thought while twisting half of my mouth into a grimace, tutting once softly before I caught her eye. "Spencer even bad people aren't bad. They have their reasons and you have to try to understand what happened to make them bad." I opened my mouth to retort but she was gone again, leaving me alone in the shadows again as howling wolves called out all around us as I slumped forward wearily and tried to work around recollecting my thoughts.