"We'll, it's like a talent. You can't teach a talent. You can only give the tools and guidance. But you can't do it for them or that shall never learn.." She shrugged. "Nothing idiotic about that."
Nicolas blinked. "You...you're the first person to get it..."
She shrugged. "I do come from a book you know." The pointed out then sighed running a hand through her hair.
Nicolas sighed and picked up the newly mended book very carefully. "I...um..."
"Um what?" AnnLee asked, tipping her perfect face to the side. Her lips boldly red. Out of the two, LeeAnn was much more elegant while AnnLee was much more se.xy.
"I'm going to put this book away..." Nicolas mumbled. "A-and then make dinner...And get you and your sister beds made up..."
"You... You're going to let us stay here?" She blinked at him.
"What else would I do?" Nicolas sighed. "I live in the middle of nowhere. I can't just throw you out and make you walk to town."
"Well, you could..." She sighed. "Thank you."
Nicolas just nodded and went to the library.
She followed him, a sparkle in her eye. LeeAnn sat silent. Tracing patterns on her palm.
"Hello." Nicolas mumbled to her cautiously as he put the book away, exactly where he had found it.
The girls glared at each other. "Have fun with your master?" LeeAnn asked.
"Master?" Nicolas jolted.
"He hasn't picked yet! Or else you'd be back in a book!" She huffed then turned to him. "There were thirteen of us. Each time the book is burned we are all burned to life. The man who burned it selects one for himself then the others go back to being a book." AnnLee sighed. "The other lives with her new master as whatever he wishes her to be."
Nicolas jolted again, his eyes going wide.
"And I don't have a master. I never will. I.. I..." AnnLee took a shaky breath then sniffled. "Then after there is one only of us left, the next person to burn the book owns the remaining one of us without any choice." She sighed. "So, take your time making a selection."
Nicolas looked at them, eyes wide and horrified.
"And just a heads up, if you pick me and plan on rap.ing me, might as wright your will." AnnLee warmed.
"No he wouldn't. If he picked you you'd okay him. And you know it."
Nicolas was shrinking back as they spoke,