The Harvest Moon

Chapter eight

“Um, Dylan, I need you assistance.” Mike said knocking on the door, I felt the pressure in my bed lift, the door open, and slowly creaking closed. And I was alone. To think, to sleep. And sleep over came me quickly.

I was standing in my bedroom. Grandma was sitting on my bed, and patting the mattress for me to sit next to her. So I did. She had long her hair down in thick brown curls, as always, her face painted with makeup, and her tight fitting clothes. Its not that she’s fat or large, but an old lady shouldn’t be wearing that tight of clothing.

“Hey, grandma?” I said as I was sitting next to her.

“Where have you been, your mother is worried sick.”

‘Oh, I’m staying at a friends house. Tell mom not to worry.” great I wasn’t only lying to my grandmother, but I was lying to her in a dream, and I called a vampire my friend.

“A friend, where is your friend house? Its time to come home. You mother is still very ill.”

“I thought she was getting better?”

“No, she’s getting worst, and with her worrying about you isn’t helping. Come home.”

“I cant grandma, I’ll be home soon though.”

“Did that vampire threaten you?”

“You know about vampires grandma?”

“Yes. Haas he bitten you?”

“Yea but-”

“But it didn’t taste very good did it?”

“No he said I have bad blood.”

“Well that’s good.”

“Grandma?”

“Yes dear.”

“Why do I have bad blood? He said its cause I have gypsy blood.”

“Well that’s partially the reason.”

“Then why?”

“Com home dear. We’ll talk then.”

I woke up, the sun was still up, but would be setting soon. The room was empty. Dylan isn’t in the bed with me, nor on the floor. Getting out of the bed, deciding to slip jeans back on in case he was here. I looked on the sofa in the room. But he wasn’t on the sofa either.

He’s probably sleeping still, its still daylight.

With that I decided to go down stairs, to the bathroom and freshen up. Change of clothes. My dream felt really weird. Like it was more than just a dream. I miss my mom. And I was there when the doctor said the cancer seemed to be gone. Like it just disappeared. She has no boobs left. She’s bald. But they said she was healthy now. She fought cancer. Its been gone for two months now. All her pain is gone, she was active. Happy. And grandma is wacky. She never makes sense or knows what she’s talking about. She’s never around. I see her maybe four times a year. The house was creaking under my feet with every step I take. But I successfully go to the bathroom and the shower running without waking any of the beast who live here. I’m pretty sure I’m the only human in this house.

After a quick shower, a quick thoughtful shower, with a towel wrapped around me I scanned the closet. Not sure what to wear. Its not like I’m here to impress anybody. So grabbing a pear of baggy sweat pants, a tank top and a pull over jacket from Jackie’s closet and a matching pair of panties n bra Dylan bought which of course have to be laced and skimpy, I got dressed. Deciding this would be a great day or well night to walk around the house, possibly the yard, I would bum it for the evening.