Sunday, June 16, 2013

“B…you’re pregnant.”

  (Excerpt of Small Fry Chapter 1)

 3rd November 2363


            We sat at the dining table in a tense manner, nursing our coffees.  Declan sat on one side as I sat on the other.  Our legs jiggled nervously and I think together we stared into our beverages, rather than consumed them.

            A thick silence filled the living room, as I sensed my husband was trying not to look at his wife, whom he inadvertently impregnated. 

            Normally, a married couple may celebrate this sort of thing?  But not when they were a 300 year old European Werewolf, who just had his elderly body reversed to his twenties by his 297 year old wife, who was called the Last Circulator.  Now the said European Werewolf was a Circulator too, it put a new spin on things. 

            Not only was I a Circulator, but I was the tribe's first female Lokoti Werewolf.  We've been mates for 273 years and where he had aged slowly, I did not.  He got to show off a youthful wife however, the drawback was that I couldn't breed.  With my bio-electromagnetic field in temporal flux, it not only stopped me from aging but also reproducing. 

            Now that I've turned my elderly husband into a Circulator too; his sperm matched my eggs bio-electromagnetic frequency and then… ta daa! 

            “B…you’re pregnant.”  Declan uttered in astonishment.

He immediately smelled the change in my hormones the morning after celebrating his transformation.

            I growled in frustration, as I rubbed my face from stress which caused my long, dark hair to flop over my dark blue eyes.  This made my mate look up sharply, with his bright blue eyes, wide with concern.  His previous white hair was back to his youthful, dark blonde colour and it looked particularly spiky this morning.

            How could I have been so stupid?  I knew the reason why I couldn’t breed was because of the whole temporal flux/ bio-electromagnetic frequency thing!  Why didn’t it ‘click’ inside my mind, before my newly-youthful husband, pounced on his always-youthful wife to celebrate his change? 

            I guess Declan decided to take affirmative action, or try to get a grip on our situation. 

            He took a deep breath before he spoke; “OK, so you’re pregnant.” 

            I gave him an unimpressed look for stating the obvious. 

            “Shut up.” He smirked at my expression.  “But let’s come up with a plan of attack, instead of sitting here in shock like a bomb’s gone off.”

            “What plan of attack?”  I said unhappily. “We’re not planning a battle against a coven of European Vampires.”

            “You’re 24 hours pregnant, B.”  He frowned.  “24 hours means it’s still just a bunch of cells inside of you.”  I gave him a peculiar look, wondering what he was trying to say?  He went on, “Remember our first time together?”

            “It may have been 279 years ago Dec, but yeah.  I still remember our first time.”  I said dryly.

            “Right.”  He cleared his throat.  “Then do you remember what happened right after it?  What I did to you?”

            Abruptly I straightened, as if he had thrown a glass of icy water my way.  “No, you don’t mean…?”

            “I’m 300 years old and yesterday I nearly died of old age!  You turned me into a Circulator, so we could evolve to the space time continuum together.  You and me having a baby, would be like an elderly human couple having kids at the age of 70!”

            “But we don’t have bodies of 70 year old humans!"  I objected.  "We’re both physically in our twenties!” 

            “Two days ago, my joints would hurt just from going up the stairs!  Two days ago, I was on pain medication for arthritis! You may have reversed my biological clock B, but I have an old soul.  My mind still feels like it’s an old man!”

            “So what are you saying, Declan?  That you don’t want to have this thing? This child?  This baby?”  I asked offended.

            “B, we’re supposed to be evolving to the space time continuum, the way an elderly human packs up and moves to Florida for retirement!”   He said indignantly.  “I mean, can we take this thing with us to the space time continuum?  We’re supposed to turn into beings of light, so what’s going to happen to the child inside you?”


Saturday, June 1, 2013

Small Fry Part One

By K.R. Smith
Cover Graphics by Isabel de Sequera
Cover Photo by Nina Ackerman

B has finally achieved her hearts desire in the form of her pregnancy.  Since Declan swore he wouldn’t create any more European Werewolves like himself; at first B’s condition hits him with horror.  Then with his beloved mate’s determination to have the baby, he reluctantly participates in fatherhood.  However, he’s not the only one who’s concerned over what genetic traits will emerge in their child; but the pack of Lokoti Werewolves, look on in consternation.

When B and Declan start their family, they inadvertently start something else… further battles with the separate species of Vampires.  The ‘fang heads’ who prey on humans, relish drinking the regenerative blood of Werewolves.  So when they learn of their reproduction, Alaska’s river system turns red, as natural and supernatural blood is spilt whilst the eons old war of the predators’ rages.

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