[Isabella de la Cruz]
I followed Gilbert till I couldn’t see him anymore.I opened the first door to my left and saw some sort of clinic.
To treat the wounded, perhaps? (Note Sarcasm)
“Gilbert?” I cautiously called his name.
I crept in and I accidentally closed, SLAMMED, the door.
“Lieben?” An unfamiliar voice stated, as if the person has known me since forever.
I looked up.
I saw a boy, 14 or 15, who was shuffling through the cabinet, a roll of gauze in hand.
He had unusual silver-y short messy hair and red gleaming eyes. He seemed taller than me too!
He wore a red hoodie with a zipper. Underneath that was a white collar shirt buttoned up the whole way. For pants he had on royal blue baggy jeans, his feet adorned with a pair black converse.
“Like vat you see, Lieben?” He smirked, allowing me a clear view of his exceedingly sharp fangs. His voice was adorned with a strange accent... German?
“Wh-Who?” I stuttered, my heart beating faster by the minute.
I panicked and grabbed the nearest object, which was a painfully small vase, and threw it at him aiming for his head.
He dodged it easily, the roll of gauze still in his hand and the vase shattered “Vere you planning to zrow zat at mein head, Lieben?”
“My name isn’t Liebell or whatever! I’m Isabella de la Cruz!” I yelled.
“Gilbert Beillshmidt” He retorted, acting all cool-like. I just humph-ed.
“Lieben” He stepped closer. I backed away, my back hitting the used-to-be-open door. His smirk and his eyes softened a bit “Lieben, are you really scared of me?”
“Please, tell me where my cat is!” I yelled, holding back tears.
Tears are a sign of weakness.
He smirked, which I took as a bad thing. “You’re looking at him”
“You ate him?!” The tears started to flow. He was the only one I had left.
“Nein, Lieben. I am him” He said it slowly, as if I wouldn’t get it.
I didn’t. At all.
I fell to my knees, the tears flowing even more “Stop joking around! Where is he?!”
“Mein Gott! Vhy are you crying?” The stranger panicked. He knelt down beside me and lifted my chin up. He then proceeded to dab something on the wound I had.
It STUNG!
“Ouch!Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! STOP IT!” I yelled “What IS that?!”
“It’s just vater. To clean your vound and vash avay ze dried up blood” He chuckled “You need to be more careful”
I looked down and saw that he took out a bowl of plain water and adhesive bandages.
“Who are you really?” I asked as the stranger drew back, finished dressing my wound I suppose.
“Gilbert. Your cat” He smirked
“That’s impossib-“ I was about to state when I looked up and suddenly saw...
Snow-white cat ears?
I reached up and grabbed the ears, one in each of my hands, and tugged.
“What’s this?” I asked as I looked up at him, annoyance and a twinge of pain written all over his face.
“OW! Mein Gott! Zat actually hurts ya’ know?!” He yelled
“They’re real?” I let go, tilting my head to the side in confusion.
“Ja!” He yelled, rubbing his ears.
As he turned away I saw his tail, snow-white and wagging lazily around. I grabbed it and it wagged very fast in my hands, tickling my nose. I giggled and let go.
“Prove you’re Gilbert” I suddenly said, straightening myself.
There was a sudden gust of wind that surrounded ‘Gilbert’. The colors of the wind changed from red to white to grey and finally dissipating.
I looked at him and he suddenly...
Turned into Gilbert?!
“Wha-!” I was astonished. I didn’t actually expect him to turn into Gilbert!
“Vat now, Lieben?” The cat seemed to smirk
“O-Okay… Turn back into the human Gilbert now!” I said, still astonished but trying to hide it.
“Fine” Gilbert simply stated before turning slowly into the human Gilbert in the same way he turned into a cat. I actually expected him to be... um... without clothes. Like those werewolves in the books, so I covered my eyes with my hands.
“Vat’s vrong?” He asked, the smirk apparent in his voice.
“A-Are you d-d-decent?” I peeked through my fingers, my cheeks heating up.
“I’m alvays decent...” Gilbert casually answered.
“O-oh... Well... What happens to your clothes when you ‘transform’” I put down my hands and looked at Gilbert.
“I’ll tell you if you let me finish cleaning and dressing zat vound on your temple” Gilbert smirked while trying to act casual.
I suddenly remembered the wound and felt my cheek. Tons of the blood was flowing down. It sickened me even more. “Fine. But you have to tell me everything! Gramama never told me anything about the Lower Earth... Other than it exists of course!”
He seemed to look surprised “Really? She didn’t tell you anyzing?”
I nodded.
He sighed and grabbed the cloth that he used to clean my wound before. He dipped it in the water and then wrung it gently.
Dabbing it on my wound , making me wince, and wiping away the blood from my cheek he added “So you trust your Gramama? She’s not even your real Großmutter! So, vhy?”
“Well! She did rescue us back then, ya’ know” I shrugged, but winced as he put anti-septic on the wound.
“I know! I know! It’s just that, I don’t know, she seems... evil!” He started to put an adhesive bandage on the wound.
“Meh” I shrugged. “She’s not THAT mean”
Gilbert was about to say something when a voice, that wasn’t so familiar, interrupted him “Bruder! Vere are you? Is ze Puella viz you?”
I looked to the door then to Gilbert, who was grinning, and I did the most reasonable thing I could think of at the moment.
I hid behind Gilbert, my grip on his jacket tight.
Who the hell was that?
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