“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
“I’m not asking for anything,” he whispered.
She put her head down, trying to work out what was going on. ‘I don’t understand what you mean then. safety in numbers? it sounds like you want me to stay with you’.
“Exactly,” he replied, “You can trust me. I just want to help.”
She sighed, and shook her head, pointing to the paper, where she’d written, ‘I have nothing’.
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
“Don’t go. I’m not safe either. But, there’s safety in numbers. We’ll be safer together,” he replied.
She hesitated, and then her shoulders slumped, and she turned back. Picking up the pen again, she wrote, scratching out a couple of times, ‘I don’tthat’s not I have nothing’.
“I’m not asking for anything,” he whispered.
She put her head down, trying to work out what was going on. ‘I don’t understand what you mean then. safety in numbers? it sounds like you want me to stay with you’.
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
“What? Are there people coming after you?”
She nodded, avoiding his gaze. ‘I’m not safe’. She pressed her lips together, glancing back at him, and put the pen down firmly. Then she reached for the car door handle.
“Don’t go. I’m not safe either. But, there’s safety in numbers. We’ll be safer together,” he replied.
She hesitated, and then her shoulders slumped, and she turned back. Picking up the pen again, she wrote, scratching out a couple of times, ‘I don’tthat’s not I have nothing’.
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
Derek slowly let himself shift, eyes burning blue as he looked at the redhead. Slowly, looking at her hand, he led it to rest on his cheek where the extra hair sprouted with the shift.
She stroked the fur there, lifting a wondering gaze to his changed eyes and altered brow. Then she bent once more to the paper. ‘I don’t know if that makes you safe enough. I should not stay’.
“What? Are there people coming after you?”
She nodded, avoiding his gaze. ‘I’m not safe’. She pressed her lips together, glancing back at him, and put the pen down firmly. Then she reached for the car door handle.
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
“You’re supernatural, too, then. I’m a werewolf. Maybe that’s why?”
She stilled, looking at him, before reaching out as if she would touch him with one hand. Then she wrote, ‘can I see?’
Derek slowly let himself shift, eyes burning blue as he looked at the redhead. Slowly, looking at her hand, he led it to rest on his cheek where the extra hair sprouted with the shift.
She stroked the fur there, lifting a wondering gaze to his changed eyes and altered brow. Then she bent once more to the paper. ‘I don’t know if that makes you safe enough. I should not stay’.
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
He draped his coat over her shoulders and helped the redhead into his car.
She pressed the coat firmly back on him, pulling her cloak back close around her body. She didn’t put the hood back up, but kept it huddled around her throat, and seemed tense and nervous until he got in the car. Light fingertips brushed over the dials and knobs of the stereo and air systems, and a faint frown creased her forehead.
He smiled. “So, you’re unable to speak? If I give you a sheet of paper, can you write on it to speak?”
She looked at him and frowned more deeply, her expression a little annoyed. She held up one finger, and nodded, then another finger, and nodded again.
He dug a paper out of the visor and handed her a pen. “Tell me why you’ve been following me.”
She spread the paper against the dashboard and wrote in careful lettering, ‘you taste different. I want to know why’.
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
He draped his coat over her shoulders and helped the redhead into his car.
She pressed the coat firmly back on him, pulling her cloak back close around her body. She didn’t put the hood back up, but kept it huddled around her throat, and seemed tense and nervous until he got in the car. Light fingertips brushed over the dials and knobs of the stereo and air systems, and a faint frown creased her forehead.
He smiled. “So, you’re unable to speak? If I give you a sheet of paper, can you write on it to speak?”
She looked at him and frowned more deeply, her expression a little annoyed. She held up one finger, and nodded, then another finger, and nodded again.
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
“Come on, let’s get you out of the cold.”
She startled back a step, then swayed, eyes fluttering shut. Her hands clamped more tightly around her temples, but though obviously in pain she still made no sound at all. She didn’t resist when he guided her along.
He draped his coat over her shoulders and helped the redhead into his car.
She pressed the coat firmly back on him, pulling her cloak back close around her body. She didn’t put the hood back up, but kept it huddled around her throat, and seemed tense and nervous until he got in the car. Light fingertips brushed over the dials and knobs of the stereo and air systems, and a faint frown creased her forehead.