day. I couldn’t see any unusual markings above the line of his shorts or on his legs. What I could see were his scars. They had really done a number on him over the years. The gunshot scars went out his back too. I watched him look around the kitchen, probably searching for a snack. He had evidence a werewolf had tried to do a number on him, long claw marks going over one shoulder. I watched him run a hand through his hair and wanted to chuckle. I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but he had some grey coming in. At least I wasn’t alone in prematurely losing my hair color.
“What are you looking for?” I asked softly, but it seemed loud in my silent house.
He jumped, spinning to see me. His eyes flashed red, but nothing more. He relaxed quickly, obviously holding back his instincts to fight or run.
“Something to eat. I can’t sleep. It’s been a crazy night.”
“Hm.” I nodded slowly and started walking forward. “Get used to it,” I said without sympathy. “Sleep is a luxury we’re not always afforded.” When I got into the kitchen, I licked my lips, tasting the smells on the air. He was completely human right now, which meant I didn’t have to worry too much. He could only do crazy things when he wasn’t human.
“Is food a luxury too, or can I get some?” he asked, the annoyance in his voice clear.
I opened my pantry and began pulling down options for him, sticking with snacks. If he wanted a full meal, he could wait until I decided to cook. Generally, I lived off snacks. I had the habit of eating one meal every few days, supplementing with tiny meals and snacks in between. Maybe it was my snakelike metabolism.
“Is this all you have?” he asked, frowning at my meager selection.
“No, but I’m not cooking right now. Probably won’t until tomorrow night.” With a shrug, I started to walk away, letting him know that was all he was getting out of me.
“I can cook. I need to eat a lot, or I start dropping weight and muscle. I get that you want to keep your girly figure, but…"
“Fine, you can cook. There’s chicken in the freezer you have to thaw and a lot of pasta,” I said, turning back to him, exasperated and pissed off by his comment. Of course, I had to house a man who needed to eat me out of house and home. I wasn’t going to deny him his dietary needs, though. I just wasn’t going to cook for him.
I’m not a housewife. And that girly figure shit is going to need to stop. Fucking total asshole. That’s who I had to get, a prick who can’t summon a good attitude to save his life.
“Thanks,” he grunted. “I’ll pay you back for the food.”
“There’s no beer here, just so you know,” I said with a small bite. I wanted to cut him back for his comment, and that got him. He looked at me, his eyes bleeding into red now, the black beginning to take form, leaving him looking completely inhuman.
“You always this much of a bitch?”
“Yeah.” I started walking away again, not sure what was wrong with me. I didn’t need to say that to him, yet it came out.
“Want to tell me why?” he called out as I heard him rummage through my freezer.
“Not really,” I answered loudly. “Why don’t you just eat my food and be grateful I’m helping you stay alive?”
“I’ll eat your food, but I’m not sure about the grateful part,” he growled. “Considering it was monsters like you who got me into this entire fucking mess, to begin with, and tortured me for five years. Maybe I consider this is what you supernaturals fucking owe me after everything you all did to my life.”
“I promise you, if you think I’m a monster, you are in for some nasty surprises.” Gods, I wanted to kill him right then. “And you’re the one who showed a moment of weakness and decided to try drugs. No one forced them down your throat. You know what they say, it only takes one time.”
“Fuck you,” he snarled.
“Asshole,” I snapped back before storming out of the room. I went out the back door, heading straight for the gym I kept. I wanted to murder him. I wanted to get a sword and see if he could heal through a decapitation the same way he could apparently put his