went cold and serious.
“Well, that's good then.”
“Before we lost him again.”
Brian sighed. “Then I guess that’s bad then. Um, I’m sorry, but why did you say you were here again?”
“I thought you might like an update on our progress.”
Brian nodded then walked over to his desk table, dropping the bundle of silverware onto it. Several forks escaped its confines and bounced around on the carpet with a loud clatter.
“Gone shopping, have we?” His aunt smiled as he turned around to look at her. “I told you we will take care of him.”
“Did you? I don't quite remember you ever saying that, and besides I like to be prepared.” He was surprised when she didn't have any response to that. He had expected her to continue arguing with him. Oh well, he thought, I really wasn't in the mood to banter with her at the moment, anyway.
“What's your plan?” She finally asked, as he slouched against the table where the silver was.
“I didn't have one. I just thought I'd feel a little better if I had some silver around.”
“Brian we will capture this rogue operative. You can count on that.” She stood up and looked as if she were about to leave.
“That's it?” Brian asked as he started to follow her to the front door.
“That's what?” She paused dramatically.
“You let yourself into my room just to tell me everything’s going to be alright, out of the kindness of your heart?”
“I suppose so.” She smiled at him. “Why...is there something else you require of me?”
Brian stared into her eyes as she turned to look at him “Yeah, I have a question.”
“That’s not going to work you know.” She smiled at him.
“What's not going to work?” Brian asked as he backed up, realizing that he couldn’t seem to make a connection with her.
“You can't 'glimmer' me, or dominate me, or whatever you call it. We take precautions against your kind.”
“My kind?”
“You said you had a question?”
“Why did my mom call you Margret all the time, and yet you always had me call you Jenn?” He knew that wasn't much of a question, and he figured he already knew the answer, but it was the only thing off the top of his head. He really wasn't going to ask anything after all. He just wanted to teach her a lesson, one that he hoped she would never forget.
She never gave him the chance.
“That’s it? That’s your question. Not 'what do you mean by my kind'? Or 'where is the werewolf now'? Or maybe 'how can I turn all my forks into bullets'?” She laughed. “I'll see you sometime soon.”
Brain stood there as the door closed behind her without another word, fuming at it, as he looked for some comeback that would give him the upper hand. It never came.
“Well, that didn't go so well.” Brian recovered the escaped forks, then unwrapped the rest. After inventorying them and pleasantly finding out that they were real silver, Brian began to strategically place them around the house. It wasn't much of a plan, but he really didn't have anything else he could do with them. He kept on his person a knife and a fork. He wasn't too sure how effective they would be, but still...better safe than sorry.
Later that evening, Brian contemplated going out and hunting on his own. Being the bait for the werewolf seemed like a perfectly good idea. After all, he'd seen it done several times on TV. The only trouble was the bait didn't always survive. Still, it was a plan.
That, or he could see if Heather was asleep yet. He had to admit, if given a choice, Heather was always going to win. Even if she didn't seem to want to see him much anymore. After all, if the werewolf wanted to find him, how hard could it be to track him down to this little no name motel? Brian was sure he could do it if he had been looking for himself, so it should be child’s play for something like a werewolf.
After all, didn't
“Well, that's good then.”
“Before we lost him again.”
Brian sighed. “Then I guess that’s bad then. Um, I’m sorry, but why did you say you were here again?”
“I thought you might like an update on our progress.”
Brian nodded then walked over to his desk table, dropping the bundle of silverware onto it. Several forks escaped its confines and bounced around on the carpet with a loud clatter.
“Gone shopping, have we?” His aunt smiled as he turned around to look at her. “I told you we will take care of him.”
“Did you? I don't quite remember you ever saying that, and besides I like to be prepared.” He was surprised when she didn't have any response to that. He had expected her to continue arguing with him. Oh well, he thought, I really wasn't in the mood to banter with her at the moment, anyway.
“What's your plan?” She finally asked, as he slouched against the table where the silver was.
“I didn't have one. I just thought I'd feel a little better if I had some silver around.”
“Brian we will capture this rogue operative. You can count on that.” She stood up and looked as if she were about to leave.
“That's it?” Brian asked as he started to follow her to the front door.
“That's what?” She paused dramatically.
“You let yourself into my room just to tell me everything’s going to be alright, out of the kindness of your heart?”
“I suppose so.” She smiled at him. “Why...is there something else you require of me?”
Brian stared into her eyes as she turned to look at him “Yeah, I have a question.”
“That’s not going to work you know.” She smiled at him.
“What's not going to work?” Brian asked as he backed up, realizing that he couldn’t seem to make a connection with her.
“You can't 'glimmer' me, or dominate me, or whatever you call it. We take precautions against your kind.”
“My kind?”
“You said you had a question?”
“Why did my mom call you Margret all the time, and yet you always had me call you Jenn?” He knew that wasn't much of a question, and he figured he already knew the answer, but it was the only thing off the top of his head. He really wasn't going to ask anything after all. He just wanted to teach her a lesson, one that he hoped she would never forget.
She never gave him the chance.
“That’s it? That’s your question. Not 'what do you mean by my kind'? Or 'where is the werewolf now'? Or maybe 'how can I turn all my forks into bullets'?” She laughed. “I'll see you sometime soon.”
Brain stood there as the door closed behind her without another word, fuming at it, as he looked for some comeback that would give him the upper hand. It never came.
“Well, that didn't go so well.” Brian recovered the escaped forks, then unwrapped the rest. After inventorying them and pleasantly finding out that they were real silver, Brian began to strategically place them around the house. It wasn't much of a plan, but he really didn't have anything else he could do with them. He kept on his person a knife and a fork. He wasn't too sure how effective they would be, but still...better safe than sorry.
Later that evening, Brian contemplated going out and hunting on his own. Being the bait for the werewolf seemed like a perfectly good idea. After all, he'd seen it done several times on TV. The only trouble was the bait didn't always survive. Still, it was a plan.
That, or he could see if Heather was asleep yet. He had to admit, if given a choice, Heather was always going to win. Even if she didn't seem to want to see him much anymore. After all, if the werewolf wanted to find him, how hard could it be to track him down to this little no name motel? Brian was sure he could do it if he had been looking for himself, so it should be child’s play for something like a werewolf.
After all, didn't
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