Tuesday, July 15, 2014

“Right now, you’re as strong as a male Lokoti Werewolf.”


  (Small Fry Chapter 3)
 

“Hmm.”

Ki rubbed his jaw, as he looked on my results somewhat perplexed.  Declan and I looked on worriedly, as he read the results on the hand-held medical scanner. 

“What is it?” My husband asked in concern.  “What’s wrong?”

I was lying on the couch in the lounge room, as was the custom for my once a week check-ups.  Declan was sitting to the side holding my hand.  Our Medicine Man was running a deep, cellular scan, of both mother and baby.

“I can see what Uncle Declan means, by your bloodthirsty behaviour.” He reported.  “Aunt B, your muscle density has increased by ten percent.  Right now, you’re as strong as a male Lokoti Werewolf.”

“Really?”  I sat up right in surprise.  “Is that a good sign?”

“I think so,” he frowned, appearing the opposite.  “Your body is making adjustments for carrying a mini European Werewolf inside of you.  It’s compensating, by taking on some of Uncle Declan’s strength.  It’s why you’re craving his blood right now, for its regenerative properties as well as his physical prowess.”

“Yeah, but besides B taking on my faster healing and strength; she’s also taking on some of my character traits.”  He told Ki.

“Declan!” I whacked him on the arm, to shut up.

“Such as?”  Our Medicine Man looked on enquiringly.

“The hunger and some of the other urges attributed to my bloodlust,” he continued.

“Declan!”  I whacked him again, as I sat upright on the couch.

“Can you elaborate?”  Ki listened.

“Like some of my needs and wants in the bedroom.”  He put it politely.

“Declan, Ki doesn’t need to hear this!”  I objected, in embarrassment.

“Oh dear,” our physician frowned. “You’re not getting rough between the sheets, are you?  Because Aunt B is still in the first trimester, there’s the risk of miscarriage and -”

“B and the baby are safe, Ki.”  He interrupted, taking offence.  “I’m letting her get rough with me, but I keep my claws to myself.”

“Good.”  Our medical practitioner instantly looked relieved.  “That’s good to hear, Uncle Dec.”

“I mean, I like it so much that I’m using every bit of willpower I have, not to get rough with her…” he muttered, looking away.

“It’s good to hear that you’re exercising restraint.”  Ki cleared his throat.

“…and sometimes I have to do the times tables in my head, so I don’t flat-out maul her in the throws of passion...” he said under his breath.

We gave him a peculiar look, but he didn’t see.  He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts, as he stared at the floor.  Declan seemed to be talking to himself, let alone to the two other people in the room.

“…it’s just nice to see someone else go through what I have for years; the lust, the hunger, the downright desperation, to devour the person...” 

We exchanged glances when Declan finally snapped out of it.

“Huh, what?”  He sat up straighter.  “You were saying, Ki?”

 
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