it became a comfortable quiet. Sounds roughly the same, but what can I say, it’s how I felt. Oggie would wander off and come back. He sounded like a bear in some of the thicker underbrush.
“Was Purpose, your idea?” I asked her when we got to the door.
“Tommy’s. We had discussed how we could get you to this point. He came up with a dog. I had a different idea.”
“What was it?” I asked curiously.
“It’s a pity you’re as handsome as you are and not the brains to match. Good night, Michael Talbot.” She lightly touched my face and went into the house, disappearing down the hallway from which the dragon cat had originally emerged from.
I waited for Oggie to come bounding in to the house, I shut the door behind him; it finally dawned on me what in the hell Azile was talking about. “Oh,” I said, and then I may have blushed, tough to tell without actually looking in a mirror.
I went upstairs and found a room that seemed to be to my liking. Oggie hopped up on the bed, his tail wagging. I shut the door and joined him. Thoughts of my beloved dominated my night. I hung onto that momentary image Azile had given me. I focused on every detail, trying my best to burn it into the folds of my mind. I’m not ashamed to admit, a good deal of that time was spent with a pillow over my mouth muffling my sobs. I bet at some point during the night my face was probably puffed out enough to look like I had been on the losing end of a prize fight. If that was the case I was going to imagine it was at the fists of Iron Mike Tyson when he was in his prime. If you’re going to get your ass handed to you, might as well be from the best.
How pissed off could Chuck Norris really be having lost to possibly the greatest fighter of all time , Bruce Lee? Gotta love me some random thoughts. By the time I got up, Oggie was no longer in the room. I wasn’t sure when that had happened since I didn’t really remember falling asleep, and last time I checked, he couldn’t open doors. Tommy and Azile were sitting at a small table, Azile stood as I approached.
“You get stung by a bee?” she asked as she touched my apparently still puffed up face.
“Allergies,” I told her.
Tommy looked over at me.
“Fine, sand in my eye,” I told him. I couldn’t pull out the standard ‘I sat on my keys’ without a car.
“Where’s Oggie?” I asked.
“He’s rounding himself up some breakfast, I would imagine,” Azile said. “Speaking of which…Tommy tells me you did not feed.”
“I ate,” I told her defiantly.
“Not properly,” she chastised me. “Make no mistake, Michael, we will soon be at a war we may not win. You are not preparing for this correctly.”
“By not eating people? How would that possibly be helping the human race by eating them?”
“It is the sacrifice of the one for the lives of the saives ofmany,” she replied.
“I’ve always hated that argument, Azile. That one you speak so casually of is special to someone. How do I go back and tell that person’s mother or wife or children that they gave their lives up in a noble cause?”
“And what of those men you killed in the zombie war, did they not have a special someone somewhere?” she retorted.
“That was different. It was a war.” I didn’t know if I was winning the argument or burying myself, but considering I was talking to a woman, odds were I was on the short end; you know, the part that’s been swirling around in the shit.
“Michael, these people would willingly give themselves to you if they knew the devastation that was going to be wrought on everything and everybody they love. The Lycan are not human and never were. They do not have human emotions, they kill without impunity or value. They will lay waste to a village merely because they can.”
“They weren’t human? They weren’t infected like zombies or vampires?” I don’t know why that was so important to me, but it was.
“Never. The only reason man has become the
“Was Purpose, your idea?” I asked her when we got to the door.
“Tommy’s. We had discussed how we could get you to this point. He came up with a dog. I had a different idea.”
“What was it?” I asked curiously.
“It’s a pity you’re as handsome as you are and not the brains to match. Good night, Michael Talbot.” She lightly touched my face and went into the house, disappearing down the hallway from which the dragon cat had originally emerged from.
I waited for Oggie to come bounding in to the house, I shut the door behind him; it finally dawned on me what in the hell Azile was talking about. “Oh,” I said, and then I may have blushed, tough to tell without actually looking in a mirror.
I went upstairs and found a room that seemed to be to my liking. Oggie hopped up on the bed, his tail wagging. I shut the door and joined him. Thoughts of my beloved dominated my night. I hung onto that momentary image Azile had given me. I focused on every detail, trying my best to burn it into the folds of my mind. I’m not ashamed to admit, a good deal of that time was spent with a pillow over my mouth muffling my sobs. I bet at some point during the night my face was probably puffed out enough to look like I had been on the losing end of a prize fight. If that was the case I was going to imagine it was at the fists of Iron Mike Tyson when he was in his prime. If you’re going to get your ass handed to you, might as well be from the best.
How pissed off could Chuck Norris really be having lost to possibly the greatest fighter of all time , Bruce Lee? Gotta love me some random thoughts. By the time I got up, Oggie was no longer in the room. I wasn’t sure when that had happened since I didn’t really remember falling asleep, and last time I checked, he couldn’t open doors. Tommy and Azile were sitting at a small table, Azile stood as I approached.
“You get stung by a bee?” she asked as she touched my apparently still puffed up face.
“Allergies,” I told her.
Tommy looked over at me.
“Fine, sand in my eye,” I told him. I couldn’t pull out the standard ‘I sat on my keys’ without a car.
“Where’s Oggie?” I asked.
“He’s rounding himself up some breakfast, I would imagine,” Azile said. “Speaking of which…Tommy tells me you did not feed.”
“I ate,” I told her defiantly.
“Not properly,” she chastised me. “Make no mistake, Michael, we will soon be at a war we may not win. You are not preparing for this correctly.”
“By not eating people? How would that possibly be helping the human race by eating them?”
“It is the sacrifice of the one for the lives of the saives ofmany,” she replied.
“I’ve always hated that argument, Azile. That one you speak so casually of is special to someone. How do I go back and tell that person’s mother or wife or children that they gave their lives up in a noble cause?”
“And what of those men you killed in the zombie war, did they not have a special someone somewhere?” she retorted.
“That was different. It was a war.” I didn’t know if I was winning the argument or burying myself, but considering I was talking to a woman, odds were I was on the short end; you know, the part that’s been swirling around in the shit.
“Michael, these people would willingly give themselves to you if they knew the devastation that was going to be wrought on everything and everybody they love. The Lycan are not human and never were. They do not have human emotions, they kill without impunity or value. They will lay waste to a village merely because they can.”
“They weren’t human? They weren’t infected like zombies or vampires?” I don’t know why that was so important to me, but it was.
“Never. The only reason man has become the
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