All her thoughts came swinging through. She was starting to feel sober when someone knocked on her door. She immediately dried her face with the towel and rushed towards the door. She opened it, just to see a kinda weird looking guy. Not that he was weird but his dress code, blonde hair that slipped to the back and his white eyes were a bit odd. He wore a sort of British-looking suit actually kinda like a tuxedo that gave him that elite look. Then he said;
"Good evening". He had a British accent for sure. Matched the whole look.
"Hello". Manandra greeted back. He then proceeded to say;
"Master Prince Damon sent this to you. It is a very weird-looking food but okay." He said as he opened the food and pushed the tray inside.
Manandra was shocked. Did he just call French fries and soda, weird food???
"Master says I should watch you eat, and make sure you do" The werewolf said as Mandy sat on the chair then he pushed the tray of food in front of her.
She took the French fries and was about to put it in her mouth, when she noticed the man was just staring at her.
"Are you just gonna stand there, come sit." Manandra tapped on the bed next to her.
"Don't worry dear, not master's orders"
"But you'll get tired of just standing there".
"No I won't"
"If it was me, I would"
"That's because you're human" The werewolf explained.
"And you're about to eat that weird food" He added.
"Then what are you??" Mandy asked.
"I'm a werewolf" He replied.
"Ohhhh. You don't look human, that's why you consider this food to be weird." Manandra told him.
"You should try it". Manandra added, while she raised the French fries to him.
"No I'm good."
"Come on it won't hurt" Manandra said in pursuance.
"But it wasn't the Master's orders"
"Is the Master here?"
"Good point." He said actually agreeing with her. He took the French fries and ate.
"Mmmmmm" He hummed in exclamation. "It's exclusive" He added.
"I didn't know nowadays humans have such delightful cuisines"
"French fries have been here since like forever. Maybe you're a bit too old"
Manandra said as she poured some French fries 🍟 with ketchup in the paper cup, and said;
"Nowadays humans?" She asked as she gave it to the werewolf. He collected it and said;
"Yes. Humans of those days, millions of years back, didn't have delicacies like this."
"Are you serious??" Manandra asked in shock.
"Yes" The werewolf replied.
"Speaking of humans where are they and how are they doing?." Manandra asked him.
"Well to be honest everyone is not too fine. They are really working hard, and they are now back to the way they were. Slaves. Everyone is working on the construction sites."
"Even kids?" Manandra asked waiting for some kind of contradicting answer. When she already knew the answer.
"Yes. If they were working as slaves they would have not, but they can't cause the Prince orders it till next year before they can work as maids, housekeepers or other higher jobs." The werewolf replied and continued.
"So they assigned some super-naturals like myself, to do maids, housekeeping and so on."
Manandra lost her appetite. How could she be eating and her friends and fellow humans haven't. She felt bad and terrible so she didn't eat again.
"What's wrong?" The werewolf asked.
"Nothing I'm just full"
"But you barely ate anything"
"Don't worry I don't eat much"
Manandra replied. But in reality that wasn't true. Manandra loved to eat. She remembered the times she had her murkbang and eating competitions with Alexandra, but now it's all gone.
" You sure?" The werewolf asked again.
"Yeah." She replied kinda gloomy.
"What's "yeah"?" He asked.
"Ohhhh. You super-naturals never cease to shock me" she thought in her mind. How could he not know the word "yeah"?.
"It's another way of saying 'yes'." Manandra replied to his question.
"Ohhhhh. Recently developed human English"
"Yeah, yeah." The werewolf tried repeating the word, checking for the right way to say it.
"Yeah, something like that" Manandra said.
"You're not even as bad as I thought humans to be" The werewolf told her.
"Ohhhh really!! but you don't look like a werewolf" Manandra said.
"Why say so?"
"Because werewolf are known to have a lot of hair but your hair is short."
"Oh. You didn't notice. I packed it."
The werewolf said as he turned to the side. His hair was packed in a lower bun as all his hair slipped elegantly to the back. How come she didn't notice....
"Why do you pack it that way" Manandra asked.
"Cause they expect me to"
Manandra didn't understand what the werewolf meant by that but she asked;
"Why don't you do the hairstyle you want to??"
The werewolf didn't reply. Manandra stood up, unpacked his hair and let the hair flow down to back length. It went fast, and with force. She then used her fingers to rough it a bit. She noticed the beautiful long dark shade of blonde that was the actual colour of his hair.
She then then turned him to face the mirror that was behind him with each of her hands on each his shoulders.
"How about a new look..." She said and smiled warmly.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, he noticed how his flowing hair fits him so much, and made him literally look like a different person. The hair waved in a such way, covering all the sides of his face. He looked so nice.
Manandra went and sat back down, while the werewolf admired himself, a little longer.
"So, how do you like it?" Manandra asked the werewolf.
"Splendid." He replied, took the tray and rolled it out when Manandra asked;
"And what's your name?"
"Charles." Replied and they both smiled at each other and Charles closed the door.
Then Manandra looked down and felt really sober. What Charles said earlier about the humans, was what was bothering her since. Many tears dropped as she tried to push it back in.
She was horrible. She went into the bathroom to wash her face to reduce the tears. She washed and washed hard, poking her eyes and splashing water directly into her eyes to somehow stop the tears but it was no use.
She was already overwhelmed with sorrow, so the tears kept on rolling and falling heavily.
She went out because there was no point. She remembered the ribbon that Alexandra gave her, as her best friend. She removed it from her hair in the process and it flew out of her hair and fell while her wolly excessively thick hair stuck out rubbing her teary face.
She bent down to look for her ribbon, but couldn't find it. The tears in her eyes made it even harder for her to see. She checked under the bed and it was there. Not too far. It was all her fault . She was the reason why all this was happening. But she just didn't want to think. Accept the fact. Why did things have to take a wild turn like this.
She turned and sat with her knees up and folded together, clutching her legs hard to her chest and sobbing all over her knees. How could she be eating when so many humans out there haven't. She looked at the ribbon, squeezed it so hard, burst into tears, and cried her heart out hard. Until she slept.