Rosier hated Welcoming Committee duty, especially when the new neighbor took forever to show up. Rosier stepped out of the woods looking at his watch. He looked up at the beautiful woman that had materialized. “You’re late, I was starting to wonder if you were coming. Its been almost 3 weeks.” He pulled out a small binder. “Number 13 is empty since that family of ghouls disappeared. Don’t worry we cleaned it and got rid of most of the grave smell. Now before you get your key I’ll need your name, what you are, and why you’re here for the Registry.” Rosier tapped the paper impatiently, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
Ariella was quite bewildered when a man stepped out of woods. She quickly hid behind her suburban tree, before deciding he wasn’t a threat and slinking out to meet him.
“You’re late, I was starting to wonder if you were coming. Its been almost 3 weeks.” He pulled out a small binder. “Number 13 is empty since that family of ghouls disappeared. Don’t worry we cleaned it and got rid of most of the grave smell. Now before you get your key I’ll need your name, what you are, and why you’re here for the Registry.”
If she was bewildered before she was downright baffled now.
“How? I do not know. You may call me Ariella.” she stated, her mouth forming the sounds gently. She had a unique accent. It was sort of Spanish in origin only she purred her “R”s, much like the cat she was.
“I am bakeneko. My family, I burned and wanted to swallow them whole. I ran, and ran. How do you know me?”
(Source: ariellathedreamer)
