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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:17 pm
>> There's a cabbage on your porch, sir. It all started as a rather typical Sunday morning. Or at least... Melvin remembered it as 'typical' anyhow; he'd gotten out of bed, stumbled over a random piece of clothing he could not remember having left there and managed to somehow arrive to the bathroom door without further consequences. He'd showered and yelled at Misae from the shower when the water turned from a placid warm temp to a freezing cold temp. She'd offered a decisively dishonest 'Sorry!' from downstairs and he'd cursed whatever God had forced the girl into his house - he didn't need a blasted maid! He didn't need a helper, and he most certainly did not need a seventeen year old girl shoving food down his throat when he was working.
Unfortunately for him, his parents had thought otherwise. Woe was him.
Things had then proceeded like normal; he'd gotten out of the shower, dressed and marched downstairs, intent on going to the basement so he might continue his work. Just like always, Misae had intercepted his decent down the stairs, placed her arms on her hips and arched a brow at him silently, her form blocking his access to the flight of stairs that led down to the basement.
"Do we have to go through this every single morning? I'm not hungry, and I've work to do. Kindly move aside."
Misae offered him no words, merely lifted her head up into the air, as if to say that no, she was sure as hell not going to move, and yes, this was necessary and he was going to eat whether he liked it or not. It made for a rather interesting image, for the girl's head was at level with his chest. Despite the height difference however, Melvin relented rather swiftly.
His ears flopped down in an obvious sign of defeat, and the girl smirked up at him before he even managed to open his mouth, knowing the tell-tale signs that she'd won once again, "Alright, alright, let's get this bloody well over with, then," he mumbled under breath as he followed the girl back into the kitchen, looking longingly over his shoulder, towards the basement. So near, and yet out of reach for the time being. Granted, he knew he could have overpowered the girl; shoved her aside and walked into the basement, but not only would have that been brutish and unlike him, but he very much doubted it would have worked, really. He was sure Misae would have just found a way to frustrate him further, thus not allowing him to get any work done.
It was just better and generally easier to do what she asked of him quickly and painlessly.
Sighing, he flopped himself on a chair, placing one elbow on the table so that he could lean his head against his hand. It was his passive aggressive way of silently telling her that he did not approve of this ordeal, at all. Just like always, she ignored him and moved about the kitchen excitedly. Very much like always, Melvin marveled at how short the girl really was; she had to practically climb up on the counters to reach the higher cabinets. In all honesty, it still amused him, even after so long.
It wasn't till she placed his place of bacon and eggs in front of him and turned to hop onto a kitchen counter, sitting on it, that things stopped going according to script, "Say, Melvin, why is it that you don't have kids anyhow? My daddy was a lot younger than you when he and mom had me."
Melvin had managed to swallow just one bite and had been in the process of chewing the second when the question hit him full force. The shock of her words sent his food tumbling down the wrong tract, and he dropped the knife on the table to hit his chest with a fisted hand as he coughed it up in an attempt to not suffocate. After he'd managed to swallow correctly the man looked up at the girl, whom was regarded him with a bemused expression upon her features, "Misae!" he told her, his voice still cracked, "What kind of a question is that?! That's not something you should ask!"
The girl shrugged mildly, "It's just a question, Melvin. And you're avoiding answering me, hmmmm... I wonder what that means?"
Again Melving found himself sputtering, unsure of how to answer her question, or even how to begin tackling the issue, "That's non of your concern, Misae!" he managed finally with a frown, "And for your information, I simply have no desire to parent a child. I have no significant other anyhow!"
"I just thought it'd be nice to have a child around here. You're dreadfully boring, Melvin, no offense," that said, the girl jumped off the counter with another shrug, "I'll go fetch the morning paper. It's bound to have arrived by now, I'm sure," it was clear the man wasn't done talking to her, for he turned around and opened his mouth to continue, but she skillfully chose to ignore him by smiling at him and skipping out of the room.
Melvin frowned as she left, then huffed before turning back to glare at his bacon and eggs, almost as if they were to blame for the whole ordeal. Letting out a suffering sigh, he spooned the food into his mouth, resuming his breakfast in silence.
At least, till Misae voice drifted into the kitchen, all the way from the front door, "Uuuuuuuhhhh.... Melvin? Melvin... I think you should take a look at this," a pause followed, then, "I swear it wasn't me!"
The later claim made the man wince mildly "Fine, fine, I'm comming," he dropped his silverware on the table and made his way down the hallway, stopping just meters away from Misae's form, which was blocking the door, "Did you get the bloody paper, girl? What's oh-so important?"
Misae hesitated then moved aside to reveal a large cabbage plant that was peacefully sitting on their front porch, "I swear it wasn't me," she told him, then hesitated again, "I think I heard a nursery rhyme once about how little kids come out of overgrown cabbages."
Melvin was not sure whether he was still in bed dreaming and everything was a nightmare, or if he should faint. He ended up doing neither of those, and instead stood by the door, to the girl's side, looking down upon the cabbage that seemed to be looking expectantly right back at them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 1:24 pm
>> And you expect me to do... what with it?. Melvin narrowed his eyes, then glared with as much force as he could muster; when no reaction was offered, he dropped that approach and merely stared with a dumbfounded look of utter confusion plastered on his face.
"Sir, you know, staring at it, and glaring at it isn't really going to get as anywhere," came Misae's voice as she entered the living room where Melvin had placed the large vegetable, "You've been glaring at the thing for hours; I think it's become pretty clear it's not going to move or answer your many questions," a hint of mirth could be detected in her words as she offered the man a large mug of coffee, "Maybe you should go rest," her gaze turned to face the furthest window of the room where the light was already starting to fade, indicating nightfall.
Turning, he frowned up at her, as if by doing so he'd be able to under the hows and the whys and the what the hell is going on here? Unfortunately, all that his glaring did was make Misae tilt her head to one side. Giving up on her, he turned back towards the cabbage, that was still managing to look horribly innocent, despite it's apparently supernatural appearance (nothing on the face of the earth was going to make Melvin think it's random appearance was anything BUT supernatural), "I don't understand," he murmured, more to himself than to the girl beside him as he finally lifted the mug of coffee to his lips, sipping the dark liquid.
"Well," said the girl was she leaned her arms against his shoulders (now that he was sitting down, she could actually reach them), "Not everything in this world is meant to be understood, Melvin."
His frown only seemed to intensify at her words, his head turning to pin her with an almost sour glare, which she responded to by shrugging innocently, "That goes again everything I stand for and believe," he said matter-of-factly, sounding very much like he believed every word he was saying. Unfortunately, the large cabbage that was sitting right in front of him was pretty much making him question his ideals; something about it was off. He couldn't tell what it was, but he knew something about the thing was horribly wrong and unnatural - it had less to do with the way it had appeared mysteriously on his doorsteps and more to do with the... feelings he got off from it.
Of course, that alone was making him question his sanity, because he wasn't the type of man to randomly believe in 'feelings' or auras, "I must be going mad," he murmured to himself as he took he glasses off with one hand, rubbing his temples with his free one, "I do believe I've been hanging around you for far too long," that said, he pushed himself off his seat and returned his glasses to their proper perch on his face, "I think you're right. Maybe a resting is in order then," letting out a sigh, he left the room, having forgotten the cub of now cold coffee on the table.
Misae watched him go, allowing herself a moment to 'tsk' her tongue over her teeth, "Well, that's no attitude to have," she said, then turned towards the cabbage, "What do you think?" silence was her only answer, but that seemed perfectly fine to her, because she suddenly nodded, "Ahh, yes, so you agree too, don't you?" that said, she took hold of cup of coffee and walked out of the room, pausing by the door, "I'm sure you're gonna need some water. All plants need water. I'll be right back," again, of course, silence was her only reply but that seemed to be the answer she was looking for, since she smile and left the room.
It was only a while later that Misae returned both with a large plastic tub-like container, and a spray bottle. Placing the cabbage inside the tub, she lifted the bottle and proceeded to spray the plant till it gleamed in the artificial light of the room, "Much better, right?" pushing the tub, she placed it near a window, where she was sure the sun would reach it come morning. Once that was done, she pushed herself to her feet, brushed her clothes off of imaginary dirt and smile, "I'm not sure where you come from... and I'm not sure whom brought you. But all things happen for a reason. I'm sure you're here because you needed to be here," that said, she walked towards the door, switching the lights off on her way. Once again stopping just before exiting, her head turning so that she could see the plant in the dim light, "He just doesn't know that yet - give him time."
And then, she was gone. The plant was left in the darkness, looking just as innocent and harmless as it had that very morning on the porch.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:45 am
>> And then, there was Chaos. He had no idea how it had happened. The general laws of science did not seem to apply to the current situation (at least as far as he was concerned). Needless to say, the last thing Melvin had been expecting to find upon strolling into his living room at the crack of dawn... was a child looking up at him from the darkest corner the room in question had to offer.
It wasn't that he'd been frightened when he'd dropped the mug of coffee he'd been carrying, really. It was just that he'd been horribly surprised, that's all. Specially when upon hearing the sound of the shattering mug, the child merely offered the older man a cold glare and a growl that bordered on frustration and annoyance.
Melvin's not-really-scared shriek had managed to pull Misae out of her bed. The girl had rushed down the stairs and poked her head into the room where the sound had come from. Unlike her boss, the girl's reaction was in fact, much calmer. Perhaps due to shock, or perhaps because she was just generally more open to the unknown, all that she uttered was a quiet, "Wow," before she allowed her gaze to slide up to look at the Professor. He was still shell-shocked, if his expression was any indication. He looked like he was debating between feeling horrified, feeling really confused, and feeling annoyed at the fact there was now an open cabbage, dirt and water trailing from the open window where the sun spilled in... to the darkest corner of the room, where the child still sat looking generally frustrated.
"What... the bloody hell?" the professor's voice sounded cracked and rough around the edges, as if he were having a hard time kicking his mind into functioning correctly, "Was that... child inside the cabbage?"
Misae had absolutely no idea why he was asking her of all people. Her only answer was a mild shrug which she offered before slipping out from behind his frame in order to stroll into the room.
"Misae!" it was obvious from the mildly panicked call, that Melvin did not approve of her getting near the child, however, when he reached to stop her, Misae moved away from him, "What exactly do you think you're doing?"
"It's just a baby, sir... and I think it's getting annoyed at the sunlight."
"Which is, by the way, wrong on so many levels," came the retort.
Misae chose to ignore the professor's words, for she merely strolled nearer. The child recoiled away from her till his back hit the wall, his lips curling up like those of an animal, revealing rather long, sharp fangs - surely much too long and sharp to be human at any rate, "That's... interesting," she murmured as she keeled down on the floor, her hands reaching out to the child, whom looked at them warily, like an injured, trapped animal, "Melvin, can you please make yourself of use and get the curtains?" a pause followed and the girl looked seriously over her shoulder, "Sir, please?" as if only just realizing she was perhaps overstepping her boundaries. In her defense, she felt the situation called for it.
Feeling like the girl's words had dragged him out of a trance, Melvin blinked and moved swiftly to close the curtains, leaving the room in darkness; the only light that filtered in was the one that came from outside the hallway, allowing them to just barely see, "Why, exactly, are you so sure he's annoyed at the light?"
"Because I think he's a vampire."
"Ahh... because you think he's-" Melvin's proverbial train of thought crashed into a mountain as he turned to look down at her, "You think he's a what?!"
"A vampire," she said matter-of-factly, her hands still outstretched out towards the child, whom glared warily, first at her arms and then at her, "He has red eyes, they glow in the dark - look at him. They're like nothing I've ever seen before. Almost like an animal. He made sure to put himself in the darkest corner he could find, and he has ... he has fangs, Melvin. I think he's a vampire. A little vampire, but still a vampire."
Melvin gritted his teeth as he started down at the girl, his eyes twitching mildly, "Vampires are small, winged mammals, and they drink the blood of chicken and cattle. They're not... not..." he gestured at the child whom turned to force a cold glare upon him, bitter enough to turn milk sour, "Not this!"
"Apparently you're mistaken, Melvin," again she edged closer to the child, whom opened his mouth to hiss at her in warning, "Not going to hurt you, come on... don't you want some clothes? You must be freezing like that," her skin finally came in contact with that of the child, whom merely growled in warning, but did not pull away. Misae almost recoiled away upon touching him; his skin was cold, much cooler than she had imagined. However, she managed to steady herself just in time and finally put her arms around the child.
He growled again, wary of the contact, but as soon as the girl picked him up and no damage came to him from the action, he seemed to calm down a fraction.
"There, see? that's better," despite how lithe she was, Misae was doing a rather good job at holding the child in her arms, making soothing noises before turning to Melvin, "I'm going to take him upstairs. I'll... see if there's anything I can dress him in, till I go out and find more suitable clothes. You should see... about what's on the menu for him to eat."
"Menu?" the older man squeaked softly, "But... if that truly is a vampire, that means..."
"You should probably visit the butcher's, Melvin," she said idly as she walked out of the room, heading upstairs with the grumpy, irritated looking child no clinging to her like she was some sort of lifeline, "I'll call my mother - I think she has clothes that would fit him, from my younger brothers. You better get going, Melvin... I really don't want to find out what happens if he gets hungry, even if he IS little," that said, she vanished up the stairs and out of view, leaving the professor to gape openly at her in the middle of the chaotic looking living room.
"Oh God, why me?"
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