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"Some of my kind can be pretty wary of telling non-shifters what they really are," Dak explained. "Don't take it personally, Elaine. Chances are, he just wasn't ready to explain it to you yet." "You mean you're a werewolf too?" Elaine was stunned. She looked at Alan. "Are you human?" "I was once...but then I died and became a vampire. So now I'm more of a host organism, technically speaking. It has its bonuses, mind you. Heightened senses, increased physical prowess, near immortality - no, I'm not human any more. Still, I wouldn't change what I've become." "If it helps you any, the cat really is just a cat," Neill interjected kindly. "He doesn't like your boyfriend, by the way." "What makes you say that?" "I asked him." "Are you saying that you can talk to cats? And understand them?" Elaine found herself following Neill around as he attempted to persuade Bubba to come down from the top of the wardrobe. "Can't you?" Neill gave up on ever persuading Bubba to come down and instead levitated himself up so that he was level with the cat. "Kindly step into your box, Bubba!" Elaine wasn't certain what surprised her more: the fact that Neill was levitating or that Bubba actually agreed to get into his carry case. She was still mulling this over as Dak helped her into the car. Neill got in beside her with Bubba. Alan and Dak got into the front of the car. Alan started the engine. "Neill - take us back to the parking lot outside of our office." Neill yawned and gestured vaguely. With another whiff of violets and cinnamon, the car and its occupants appeared in a poorly maintained concrete lot, bordered on two sides by a splintered wooden fence. The third side stood open to the street, whilst the fourth was the brick wall of a tall building. Elaine counted six floors. She recalled that there had also been a large basement - her mother had used part of it as a laundry room, whilst the rest had been her father's hobby room. He had kept a lot of stuff down there: junk, according to her mother. "My room was up in the attic," she recalled aloud. "It still is," Neill informed her. "Frank insisted on keeping it for you - for when you came home." "He didn't forget about me...I'm glad. I wish I'd known that sooner. I would have come home a hundred times by now." Neill frowned. "That's still only five visits a year, you know." "Stop being awful, Neill!" Alan and Dak snarled at the elf in unison. Elaine shook her head. "No: I mean that I would have come home and stayed here all the time." Neill looked perturbed at that. "But then you would have been a reclusive shutin, and with a cat! That would have been dreadful too." "Well, maybe I would have gone to other places too.� Elaine smiled shyly. "But I would have wanted to live here with my father."

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Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

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