Melody ;; Fairy ;; Female ;; Not Amused ;;
"Yes, I am, sweetheart," I said, mocking the guy's tone. Gee, calling someone "cutie". Could you say patronizing? I met his eyes, which were, as I had inferred, blood red. Werewolf, perhaps. I didn't see his teeth yet, but I was pretty sure they'd be normal, unless he was a vampire. I wanted to know what he was, and decided that the direct approach might be the most effective...even if a bit surprising. That might actually be a strong point in the strategy. I lifted my eye brows before continuing.
"When you were talking to that cheerleader and you thought no one was watching, when she looked away... I am forced to remind you that girls are friends, not food. So, I was just wondering," I said almost conversationally, glad he didn't tower over me as much as people normally did: I was wearing three-inch heels. "What are you, exactly?"
Yep, in my world, you never forget the what.










