Drabbles

Sam lay on the grass outside his greenhouse, stared up at the night sky. He wished he could see the stars...but the lights of Bailey Down’s were enough to block them from view. It was a pity really... he liked looking at the stars, they calmed him down.
And calming down was what he needed. He had just spent a week of his life looking for a girl. Not just any girl, but one that knew what how to spell Lycanthrope, and even knew what one was.
Not only that, but she seemed to believe in their existence as much as he did. She had been the one running from the one he’d hit the week before. She was the one that had a close-up photo of one.
Despite all this, she had avoided all his questions, and hadn’t even told her his name. Damn. How was he going to find her without a name...?
With A sigh, Sam returned to his greenhouse, decided that working on his Black Orchid would calm him down a little.
“Its Brigitte...” came a voice, startling him. He knocked over his Orchid at the same time, breaking it.
“Shit!”