​Intangible Part 6-Little Girls and Near-Death Experiences

Author's Note: I have taken a lot of Benadryl today. So for better or worse, I decided Lilith should have a love interest too. Also angst (but not enough, sorry). Enjoy!

Also: What species should Tabby be? It's going to be either a hummingbird, or a cat. I thought about a hummingbird first, but some thought she should be a cat, and I've been puzzling over it for over a week.

Double-Also: It's still Friday, regardless of the fact that it's 11 O' Clock over here. Do you think I should start a blog instead of long winded notes? On another note, next Friday is the 14th. I'm going to post a Valentine's themed story as well as Intangible, so look out for that!

No! You can’t die on me. You are NOT allowed to die. Not after I just found you two! I’m here to protect you; I can’t fail so quickly!

Tabby stood frozen in the doorway to the room, the dam in her mind breaking. All the emotions she held back subconsciously came bubbling to the surface. The fear, the rage, the helplessness all came through to hit Tabby in waves, breaking through her brash and straight-forward facade. Her hands came up to her face, and she didn’t know whether it was because she wanted to hide from the sight in front of her, or to swipe away the tears that fell down her cheeks, but she didn’t care.

Tabby pulled out the bottle, but her entire plan was based on hope. Who knows if what was in the bottle was an antidote or not? It was meant to be a back-up plan, but now it was her only plan.

She pulled back her shoulders and willed on a brave face. She didn’t come so far to fail now. She had to follow-through, no matter what. Pulling out the cork from the bottle, Tabby strode over to where Terra and Tammy were passed out and took a deep breath.

Pouring a third of the bottle down the throat of each of the twins, Tabby corked it again and placed it back in her pocket, eyes not leaving the two of them. Was that a flutter of Terra’s eyelashes, or just a trick of the light? Tabby’s mind was not to be trusted, convincing her she could hear their heart rates pick up in pace, but the only one she could hear was the loud banging of her own heart as she fought to keep the tears from pouring down her face again.

“Dang. I really thought she’d find them dead and off herself with a piece of cake, not to have the antidote. Guess I owe you money, Dex.”

Tabby whirled around, taking her hands off the girls only to curl them into fists in front of her, unconsciously stepping in front of the girls, as if to shield them from this new and unknown danger. The guy in front of her looked the part of an assassin. He was buff, but slim, with dark hair and a pink scar pulling at the skin around his leering grin. His being screamed danger, and he twirled a knife around his finger as he advanced on Tabby. His goons wore ripped robes with hoods, only their maniacal eyes able to be seen in the shadows as they followed him, crowding closer to Tabby.

Tabby looked around, desperate, before seeing a knife on the table next to the cake. She picked it up, surprised at how sharp it was, for a cake knife. I don’t know how to use a knife; he’ll see right through me! All Tabby could do was crouch down low, and hope the antidote would work, that the girls would recover and run to safety.

As if reading her thoughts, the guy spoke up again. “Now, now,” He drawled, pausing the twirling of his fingers to grip the knife loosely in his hand, “We don’t care about the children, don’t worry. We’re here to dispose of you. We were content to let that other girl take care of you, but you found a way to survive. We just want to finish the job.”

“‘Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs…’” Tabby mumbled, quoting the only movie she had memorized. It seemed fitting for her current situation.

When she saw the guy’s face, it was worth it. It was clear he didn’t recognize the quote, and it only seemed to make him mad. He looked like he thought Tabby was just playing with him, which, to be fair, she was.

Tabby cleared her mind, and smirked, just as she always had in the face of danger. “Are you afraid I’m a threat? Why, the big bad wolf, scared of one little girl?”

The guy actually growled at that, leaving Tabby to wonder if he really was part wolf. She couldn’t tell if the fuzz covering the sides of his face was fur or not, but Tabby decided she didn’t care.

“Seriously? You think I’m a mangy mutt? No way!” Tabby rolled her eyes. That one should have been a given. Little Red Riding Hood? No one in this world seemed to get Tabby’s pop culture references, and it made her grin even more. It also made her a little annoyed; no one here would understand her sense of humor!

Tabby peered over her shoulder, gaining more confidence as she saw that some of the color had poured back into her sisters’ cheeks. She was freely laughing now, as she remembered her first fight with Lily in the room she came to in. This was going to be easy. Tabby forgot why she was so worried.

That was, until he dropped the chit chat and swung straight for her throat with the knife.