(Fan fiction for Ephorox. Pairing is of my OC, Osiris and his OC, Sheen.)
"OHMANOHMANOHMANOHMAN!"
The red wereman chanted in glee as he made his way home quickly, a barrel of watermelons hoisted over his shoulder. He stopped every couple minutes to shale his fur, then continuing on his merry way... During a heavy rainy evening. The meteorologist had advised that everyone stay indoors for the evening.
Then Sheen saw a commercial for the local grocery store with a mention of sixty percent off of watermelon with coupons. Good thing the man was hoarding all those watermelons. The staff back at the store immediately recognized Sheen from JDP, always seen enjoying his favorite treat. No surprise to find him buying twenty melons.
Stopping again to shake the rain off of his body for a vain and hopeless cause, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine. He felt like he was being watched, but not a soul lingered in the wet rainy streets.
He was almost home, only about ten more minutes. Sheen stopped and put down the barrell, looking around him underneath a streetlight. Before he knew it, he was hurled down the street by an unknown force. Sheen yelped painfully as his back hit a garbage bin. On top of that, the man was drenched in the remains of crushed watermelon.
A loud screetch from the sky startled him, looking up to see a horrendous looking creature. The creature hunched as it walked on the ground, its jaws and claws bloody red and hungry. Sheen was even more confused as he suddenly saw the color red erupt from the monster's head and falling to the ground.
"What. The. Hell!?!?" Sheen shouted, confused and afraid. All he wanted was to enjoy his watermelon at home. He suddenly remembered his crushed fruit and moaned in dissapointment, then he saw a cloaked figure standing behind the beheaded monster.
"Just let me go!" Sheen said, but was in a martial artist stance. Suddenly everything became dark as the wereman began to lose consciousness. Not until he caught a glimpse of the face of a wolf with red eyes under the stranger's cloak.
Sheen woke up the next day in a hospital bed, was told he had been found unconscious and unresponsive in the street. Nobody understood what Sheen had to say about his encounter with the monster and it's slayer the night before. They presumed it was a case of dementia, saying it was a common case.
Sheen finally managed to arrive home to his apartment, whistling a tune as he unlocked and opened his room door. Sheen's ears perked up as his heightened senses picked up the scent of someone he did not know, but familiar.
It was the cloaked savior from last night he realized. Following the trail, he made his way to his bedroom. His eyes widened at the sight before him. A barell of fresh succulent watermelon. Sheen felt the saliva escape from his lips making his way to the barbell, not before seeing a piece of paper on the top of the container.
Adjusting his cap, he opened the letter.
"Reimbursement for your watermelons.
-O."
Sheen thought on the letter and "O" and saw there was a business card attached to the paper. "The Drunken Reaper. Owned by Osiris." Sheen read aloud. He saw where the address had been listed. Sheen smiled, remembering the attractive face of the wolf. Tonight would be a night to remember.
