"Sprite repellant.” I coughed.
“Nebulized iron."
Blackness encroached on my vision. I felt as if I was looking at the world from the bottom of a well. As my hands became heavy and fell to my chest, the broken pieces of the vial fell away. I looked up at Toby again. He seemed almost ethereal amidst the sparkling Sprite repellant. I felt my eyes close as the darkness took me. Chapter I ran my hand over my face and slowly opened my eyes. A moment of confusion engulfed me as everything seemed warped and alien. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized I was in my apartment lying on the couch with my feet propped up on the arm. Licking my lips, I could feel the sandy dryness of my flesh. My arms felt as heavy as stone when I tried to lift them. Grabbing the edge of the couch, I rolled onto my side and summoning all of my strength, I pushed myself into a sitting position. My head swam for a moment, but I didn't pass out. Slowly I became aware of the voices coming from my kitchen. I could hear Toby's voice and, unfortunately, the shrill whine of Karl's.Great. That's just great. I have a Goblin in my apartment. Another voice, barely audible, caught my ear. Tiny and muffled it would have been easy to miss. Curiosity overwhelmed my aching, tired body. I had to know what was going on in the kitchen. Leaning forward, I braced myself against my coffee table and carefully stood up. My legs felt like Jell-O for a moment, but I found my balance. My insides felt as though they were twisting over and over. I knew it was mostly the poison acting on my system, but I was still starving. I desperately needed to feed. Brushing a lock of hair from my eyes, I waited until the dark edges receded from my vision. The Sprites’ Pixie Sticks must've been more powerful than I realized. Stumbling toward the kitchen, I caught the partial wall that divided the rooms and used it for support. Leaning my head against the cool plaster, I couldn't stop the laugh that seemed to roll out of my stomach. The sight of Toby holding his hand over the top of my blender with Karl standing next to it cheering him on was too much for my mind's fragile state. Looking into the blender's glass jar I saw the source of the third voice: a glowing Sprite.
"Oh lord.” I sighed as I let my head fall into my hands. Toby looked up at me with an evil grin on his face. The smirk quickly melted away, replaced with concern. “Rosy.” He started to walk toward me, but realized he was still holding the captured Sprite in place. Searching over the counter, he finally grabbed Karl and plopped him firmly on top of the blender. “Don't move,” he instructed Karl and turned toward me. "What's the deal, puppy?” Karl asked angrily. “Do I look like a freaking stopper? What am I supposed to hold the Sprite in with? My glorious green ass?" "Shut up, Karl,” Toby quickly spat out. Stopping in front of me, he placed his powerful hands on my shoulders. “You shouldn't be up. Are you okay?" I nodded. “I'm fine. Little woozy,” I admitted, “but fine.” I looked past the wolf into the kitchen. Karl was taunting the Sprite and mooning him. I closed my eyes, certain I had just been permanently scarred.
Blackness encroached on my vision. I felt as if I was looking at the world from the bottom of a well. As my hands became heavy and fell to my chest, the broken pieces of the vial fell away. I looked up at Toby again. He seemed almost ethereal amidst the sparkling Sprite repellant. I felt my eyes close as the darkness took me. Chapter I ran my hand over my face and slowly opened my eyes. A moment of confusion engulfed me as everything seemed warped and alien. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized I was in my apartment lying on the couch with my feet propped up on the arm. Licking my lips, I could feel the sandy dryness of my flesh. My arms felt as heavy as stone when I tried to lift them. Grabbing the edge of the couch, I rolled onto my side and summoning all of my strength, I pushed myself into a sitting position. My head swam for a moment, but I didn't pass out. Slowly I became aware of the voices coming from my kitchen. I could hear Toby's voice and, unfortunately, the shrill whine of Karl's.Great. That's just great. I have a Goblin in my apartment. Another voice, barely audible, caught my ear. Tiny and muffled it would have been easy to miss. Curiosity overwhelmed my aching, tired body. I had to know what was going on in the kitchen. Leaning forward, I braced myself against my coffee table and carefully stood up. My legs felt like Jell-O for a moment, but I found my balance. My insides felt as though they were twisting over and over. I knew it was mostly the poison acting on my system, but I was still starving. I desperately needed to feed. Brushing a lock of hair from my eyes, I waited until the dark edges receded from my vision. The Sprites’ Pixie Sticks must've been more powerful than I realized. Stumbling toward the kitchen, I caught the partial wall that divided the rooms and used it for support. Leaning my head against the cool plaster, I couldn't stop the laugh that seemed to roll out of my stomach. The sight of Toby holding his hand over the top of my blender with Karl standing next to it cheering him on was too much for my mind's fragile state. Looking into the blender's glass jar I saw the source of the third voice: a glowing Sprite.
"Oh lord.” I sighed as I let my head fall into my hands. Toby looked up at me with an evil grin on his face. The smirk quickly melted away, replaced with concern. “Rosy.” He started to walk toward me, but realized he was still holding the captured Sprite in place. Searching over the counter, he finally grabbed Karl and plopped him firmly on top of the blender. “Don't move,” he instructed Karl and turned toward me. "What's the deal, puppy?” Karl asked angrily. “Do I look like a freaking stopper? What am I supposed to hold the Sprite in with? My glorious green ass?" "Shut up, Karl,” Toby quickly spat out. Stopping in front of me, he placed his powerful hands on my shoulders. “You shouldn't be up. Are you okay?" I nodded. “I'm fine. Little woozy,” I admitted, “but fine.” I looked past the wolf into the kitchen. Karl was taunting the Sprite and mooning him. I closed my eyes, certain I had just been permanently scarred.