(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?”
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