I could barely keep my laughter in. Ok, so I know that’s mean, but it looks sooo funny! At this very moment, Killjoy is trying to defend herself (yes her) from a whole bunch of kids.
“I’m sorry. I’m not your Mom and you’re not my teddy bear.” Killjoy gritted her teeth.“
But you are Mommy! You are! You have black hair just like her! Don’t lie Mommy! I love you Mommy!” The little girl hugged her, causing Killjoy to cringe. She’s not a person who likes other people touching her.
“Alright kids, off of Killjoy now. Grace, she’s not your Mom.”
“B-but Icing. She looks just like her though...” Sniffled Grace.
She calls me icing because saying ‘Aisling’ is too hard for her.
“I know Grace, but she’s not your Mom.” I crouched down to her four year old size.
“How about this...if you help me eat some of the cupcakes I’m going to bake, I’ll be your Mom from now on. How’s that sound?”
“With icing, Icing?” She asked.
“You bet.”
“Can I still call you Icing?” She grinned hugging my leg.
“Of course!”
As she ran off, Killjoy stared at me.
“What?”
“Why...why did you tell her that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you just become her ‘Mom’?” She said with air quotes.
“Because it hurts to be an orphan and I have plenty of love to share.”
She shrugged. “Whatever. You know I could’ve handled it myself right?”
“Yea sure, you can’t just skewer her, Killjoy, she’s a kid not a threat.”
She sniffed. “I still could’ve handled it.”
“Whatever.”
“And you better save me some cupcakes.”
I burst out laughing, but when I looked up she was not smiling. But when does she ever?
“Oh you were serious...”
“When am I not?”
“Alright alright, I’ll save you some cupcakes.”
“Don’t push it, Ms. Bystander.”
“Don’t call me that! It’s not my fault Hunter and Death wouldn’t let me help.” I grumbled.
“You wouldn’t even have been able to, you were weak.” She snorted.
“I could take you now so there!”
Something gleamed in her eyes. “Really now?”
“Definitely.” I boasted.
“Then take me. Go on.”
I waited a little bit then tackled her trying to get her by surprise but she knew what I was gonna do and sidestepped me. Which caused me to bang into the cabinets. And let me tell you, it hurt!
I got back up and lunged at her and we tussled around for a little bit. I knew she was playing with me because, to be honest, I couldn’t take her at all. She was and always will be better than me. Finally, Killjoy got tired of it and sat on top of me with her knife on my throat.
“Looks like you were wrong, Ms. Bystander. You will never be able to take me. And now I shall finish you!” She snarled.
Suddenly, the door burst open. We both looked up.
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Broken Bonds
WerewolfUNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING. ALL STORIES WITH EDITED NEXT TO THEM HAVE BEEN EDITED. EVEN IF YOU HAVE READ ALL OF THE CHAPTERS PLEASE READ THEM AGAIN! THEY ARE VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE ORIGINAL. Are the Fates really that fair? Is there anyone that can re...
