Dead Bite

Reflection

Hello my lovely Mortals, I hope life has been treating you well as I took the day off. I am sorry in advance for the few filler chapters but I promise more exciting things are coming. I just don't wanna rush anything and this only end after 10 chapters.

Happy Haunting,

XOXO

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Uncomfortable would have been an understatement to how Luna was feeling in this moment.

Everything seemed to have been a casual family breakfast, which was something she would still have to get used to. Give the siblings squabble over the last pancake. Luna thought everything was rather normal, until Mr. Graves walked into the dinning room. A garland of dead rats coated his jacket in blood and two slaughtered chickens in his hands that were adorn with the same deep red ooze. 

Her stomach was now doing flips in the very opposite way then before. 

"Ah, Mornin' children. Seems ole' Scooter was thinking bout Boris durin' trappin' last night." The man spoke with a wide grin holding the garland of rats up like a first place prize. Elijah just shrugged and Emilia nodded,  giving a scarily happy grin in that moment. Lunas tan skin turned the same pale as it had in the therapists office the day before, not being to fond of seeing anything dead.

"Callahan Gunthery Graves, I know good and damn well you ain't bringing them dead pests up in my dinning room again. You best get ya ass outta here with them thangs before I feed you to Boris myself." Mrs. Ada exclaimed from the kitchen, making it known that this was something Luna would have to get used to. That's when the question began to rise, What in the hell was a 'Boris'?

Luna looked down fiddling wither her thumbs, not wanting to seem nosey as she asked, "Um...Mr. Graves, if you don't mind me asking...Who is Boris?" Luna looked at him quizzically, earning a chuckle from Elijah sitting across from her, that was now whimpering from the kick received to his knee by Emilia.

"Now, Now, Children. Play nice. Emilia why don't you fetch Ms. Devoux a pair of goulashes from the hall closet. And you boy.." He pointed to Elijah with one of the deceased, nearly dicapitated  chickens in his hand with a smirk as wide as sin on his face, "You go suite up and you're coming with us." Elijah let out a huff as if this were punishment and Luna soon began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. 

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About ten minutes later Elijah made his way down the steps, hip deep in camouflage fishing weightiers. She had only seen these on the tv fishing shows Old Joe used to watch. Though she couldn't help but notice the lack of fabric covering his abdomen, adorn with deep claw like marking reaching from front to back. The silver time-worn scar reminded her much of her own. . She shook her head and looked away, not wanting him to notice her staring. Luna then knew, she had way to many layers for the outside world.

It wasn't to long that Emilia made her way into the room, pushing past Elijah on the way to her with a pair of black goulashes. They were dusted with dried mud that would go up past her knees.   

"I'm sorry if they're a little big, mine had a hole in the bottom of them and Eli's old ones were all I could find." Emilia gave her a slightly disappointed look. Luna gave her a smile that she usually dreaded wearing, hoping to bring back her usually cheery mood. Though most peoples over spirited attitudes used to annoy Luna, Emilia's was tolerable and she didn't like seeing the girl's upset face.  

Elijah's voice soon cut through the interaction, "I hate to be the one to tell you doll, its about forty degrees hotter out there and you're gonna want to change into something a lot cooler then a sweatshirt, unless you want heat stroke."