i want to fight this kind of war Who: Amanda and Bubbles When: Six p.m. Where: Calvert's home Warning: Violence of some degree? It's Bubbles, okay, and she has a dog.
It had been over a month since Bubbles had plopped herself down with the intents of seeing Amanda Blake for herself. Oooooh, no, it wasn't Blake now, no she was a Calvert. Just a Calvert? Bubbles had noticed that lately a lot of people were sticking a hyphen into their name and Amanda had struck her as the sort of woman who might go ahead and do that if she had the chance. Would Cameron let her have the chance? Bubbles didn't know him personally so she didn't know, and she didn't really know Amanda either. She just knew that the blonde probably had a deeply ingrained fear of small children with blonde curls now. Good. Bubbles tightened her hold on the frayed leash of the dog that she had insisted she needed. She'd worn her aunt and uncle down until they'd gotten it from the pound just to shut her up. Bubbles had asked for a Great Dane or a St. Bernard, one of those really big ones that could do some serious damage if it wanted, but she'd ended up with this sort of mutt that looked like it had been mixed between a Golden Retriever and a Beagle. This dog didn't look intimidating. In fact, right then, he was as well-behaved as any dog on the street because Bubbles had touched him. When she was there and no one else was, he was fine. When someone else came or if she let him go? Oh hello rabid dog on the news because he'd tear people up. And that would be way better than the story about demons and a dead kid and an angel. That stuff needed to be common.
But she wasn't going to let him go, oh no, she had a special destination in mind. She'd told her aunt she was going over to Kristy's to play -- Kristy wasn't even a real girl -- and she'd been waved out because that poor woman was terrified of her new pet that had done nothing but growl and snap at her since she'd brought him home. But she didn't have to worry because Bubbles wasn't going to let this mutt go on her. She had other, more inventive plans, in mind for her and her uncle when she got tired of them. But Scarlet Oak was interesting and Bubbles kinda liked it here so maybe she'd let them luck out and live for a few more months, or the entire school year.
"That's not for now!" Bubbles informed the dog in a cheerful voice as they started up the driveway and then sidewalk that led to the front door of the Calvert's. For someone who'd suffered a vampire attack and then gotten into a vehicle with a little demon-child, Amanda really didn't hide her whereabouts good enough. Bubbles was going to have to tell her that she had pieces of her security lacking. Because really, she didn't want anyone else to come along and dismantle her. Bubbles was, in her own way, fond of Amanda Blake-Calvert and that meant that she'd be the one to terrify and or ruin her when she felt like it. Today she wanted to see what Amanda thought of a rabid dog. Going up on her tiptoes, Bubbles pressed the doorbell and then rocked back on her heels while she waited. When the door opened she gave her best grin. "Hiya Amanda!" she said brightly. "Didn't forget me, didja? I didn't think so, and good, because I want you to meet Cujo!" See, this was why she'd wanted a St. Bernard, the name would've been funnier that way.