Midnight “Snack”

Prompt: Few know that your character has a dragon living in the attic

Another midnight run. I was honestly getting tired of this. Why can’t that bastard get his own food? At least the guy at the store didn’t think it was the strangest thing. I’m curious as to what Grandfather had told him years ago that doesn’t bring suspicion to the giant orders of meat each week.

Don’t whine about it, Amari. I thought to myself. You don’t have to work a single day for the rest of your life. You’re able to focus solely on your art, just like you wished.

I sighed as I pulled into the lot. I can never be able to focus solely on my art. Not with that thing always causing trouble. Like every hour, I have to go make sure it hasn’t done something to draw attention to us. Why did Grandfather have to pull me into his stupid deals?

“Ah, there you are, Amari.” Jack said. “Was starting to worry you weren’t going to come for your pick-up.”

I smiled easily at the man. “I got held up by some things.”

He nodded. “Alright, let’s load this all into the truck.”

It was hard and laborious work, but I didn’t have much choice. Not if I wanted my life to be spared. It took almost an hour to load it all into my truck. I shook hands with Jack before climbing into my truck. I hadn’t even pulled out my keys when my phone went off.

“Hello?” I answered, wondering who would be up this late at night.

“THAT DAMNED ALARM OF YOURS IS GOING OFF AGAIN!” A furious voice screeched.

I jumped before recognizing it as Old Lady Yeller. “Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. You’re welcome to go and turn them off. I won’t be home for another hour. Just go into the closet in the kitchen and flip the blue switch. I’ll remove the batteries from the alarms.”

The old woman was not happy. She continued to shout at me for several more minutes before she decided that the fire alarms were even more irksome than I was. I heard her slam her phone down and the slam of a door. I sighed again as I turned off my phone and got onto the highway.

Damn, this was the seventh time this month those damn alarms have gone off. Anymore and I might have police banging on my door. The fire department have already come by twice to inspect my alarms. Though they were baffled as to why they kept going off. Well, of course they would be. The alarms were only doing their job.

I pulled into the garage. Quickly, I got all the meat into the dumbwaiter for when that bastard wanted his next meal. The alarms were blaring once again as I stormed up the stairs, all the way to the attic. What I saw was a fat, bright green dragon cooking what looked to be an old woman’s corpse.

“Damn it, Greg! We talked about this!” I shouted exasperated.