Story Orgy Monday...There Were Signs, cont'd pt. 7

Happy Story Orgy^™ Monday!

As I was reminded yesterday—yes...yes I do have to return to Pip and Dwight soon...I can only leave them unattended for so long...lol...but darn it, they aren't talking to me and Dorian kinda is and the person who is screaming at me I can't write their book right now...*heads desk*...my noggin is full! :( lmao

So please enjoy Dorian for another week...and who knows what will happen next Monday...lol

This week's prompt:  It was his favorite book.

And now for your reading pleasure…

There Were Signs

pt. 7 (cont'd from 2012)

copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

Dorian huddled down in the plush upholstered armchair he found in the back corner of the library. He had walked all the way across campus to the smaller, less used library only because he knew Wolfe utilized the larger one near Rigby Hall. Dor wasn't purposely dodging his best friend (and now lover?), he just needed some time to contemplate what the fuck had happened over the weekend. Well, besides the fuck part, that he understood perfectly.

"Little Red Riding Hood? Aren't you a little too old for fairy tales?"

Jumping at least a foot in the chair, Dorian quickly slammed the book closed along with his eyes. Did Justine really have to choose this moment in his life to be a bitch? He didn't even bother correcting her, he was reading the history behind Little Red Riding Hood, not the actual fairy tale.

"Jesus, Jussie, can't you leave a dude alone once in a while?" He looked over at his intruder who managed to sneak up on him in broad daylight. If he had Wolfe's wolf senses that never would've happened.

He groaned to himself over that thought. Really, what the fuck?

"Calm down, no biggie that you're reading a kid's book. It was my favorite book back when I was like four or something." She chortled while plopping onto the loveseat caddy-cornered to him and threw her legs over the armrest.

He stared at the chunky blonde as she smiled at him. He probably wasn't being fair to her. She always meant well, she just had a shitty way of phrasing everything that came out of her mouth, and she'd attached herself to him three years ago when they were freshman at the university.

"You do realize that the first versions of red riding hood weren't so kid-friendly, right?"

"Oh, are you reading the Grimm one?"

Dorian shook his head. "Even that one is nicer than Perrault's version—messier maybe, but oddly nicer. Perrault didn't bother to give us a happy ever after type of ending."

Jussie tilted her head and squinted her eyes, as if concentrating on something. "I don't know Perrault's one. I'm a Brothers Grimm fan myself."

"There's a shocker." Dor mumbled under his breath. Louder, he addressed Jussie. "What's your favorite wolf story?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Jeez, Dor, I already told you I only read Twilight because my kid sis forced me, and I didn't even like it. When are you gonna give me a break on that one?"

"I'm not razzing about that. Seriously, if I were to question you on wolf lore, what one would you say was more...um...realistic?"

Justine swung her legs around and planted her feet on the ground, leaning forward to peer at him. "Realistic? As in if werewolves existed or something?"

Dorian hoped his shrug was nonchalant enough. "Yeah, you know? Less corny more factual type of stuff."

"Well, I wouldn't look at any of the fluff that's written about them nowadays. I think the whole paranormal movement has been too romanticized. If I ever came across someone who drank blood for sustenance you can bet your ass I wouldn't be looking at his crotch wondering if my blood could give him a stiffy. And no matter how much I may like alpha men I'm not looking for one that can bench press a Volkswagen bug for a Saturday night date. A hairy chest may be sexy but a hairy back sure the hell isn't."

"Well..." Again Dor kept his comment soft and to himself.

"I think Dracula threw vampires into the limelight, but there really isn't an a-ha book like that for werewolves. Not sure which one came first, but it seems that the whole big bad wolf thing is a lot more prevalent in folk lore and fairy tales than the I-want-to-suck-your-blood thing."

Dorian cringed at Jussie's deplorable attempt at an accent.

"Yeah. But that fact makes it almost plausible to believe there may be some truth behind the stories, right?"

"Dor, are you trying to tell me you believe in things going bump in the night?" Jussie's eyebrow arched, adding to the questioning look she gave Dorian. "You do realize tonight is the last night of the full moon. You might want to lock yourself inside if you believe in the baddies, don't they come out and play on the full moon?"

She hopped up and tried to pat his head. Dor easily avoided it considering that's how she ended all of their conversations. "Anyway, I gotta run. As always it is a mindfreak talking to you. Try not to get eaten by any stray werewolves tonight." She laughed as she disappeared down a row of books.

Yeah, he'd try. Problem was, he wanted the werewolf to eat him...

To be cont'd...

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