Fucking bitches, he thought. After giving chase to the girls and losing them once they got over the road he had come back to this strange little hollow where he had brought the van. The house was in front of him and that meant those people were in there. If they weren’t there, Bones knew, he would not be able to see the house. It never ceased to amaze him, this world of magic these people had brought him into. And this house. This house that followed them like they were turtles and it was their shell or something. Bones didn’t want to go inside but knew he would have to. If he simply tried to escape them, they would hunt him down. They would find him. And then it would be like the last time. The time in Illinois when he could not find a single person to bring to them. The time when he had almost gutted Rain in her sleep just so he wouldn’t have to feel their wrath. Just so he could please them. He wanted so much to please them. He loved being in the house as long as he had some bleating, pleading prey in tow. He didn’t want this to turn out like last time.
