The Harvest Moon

Chapter eleven

Turning the TV off and letting out a sigh, I melted into the sofa. In two days I can go home, but will that be soon enough? Falling asleep while deep in thought, I could hardly my body being lifted and placed in a bed…the blankets gently tucked around me. Not wanting to open my eyes, and escape in to my subconscious mind to dream, I let whom ever leave un noticed but not with out a soft kiss on my forehead, and the door creaking shut. From the faint smell of spice though, I guessed it was Dylan, and my heart raced along side with my thoughts.

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She slept, silently, all except for her pounding heart. She was beginning to feel things that she shouldn’t. Things I shouldn’t feel my self. I didn’t want to feel. I don’t have time for a woman, I don’t have the desire. Many women for a one night stand are fine, but a single woman for eternity… I couldn’t.

“Son?” father walked into the living room, from where I moved Alana to the bedroom.

“Yeah dad?” he stood in the door way from the stairs.

“Its alright to fall in love.”

“I know.”

“But you don’t. your terrified of it.” I looked away from him and twiddled my thumbs. I hate how he’s able to read my thoughts. “not all relationships end like mine and your mothers. She just-”

“Just couldn’t keep her legs closed. All women are the same.”

“No their not, that would be saying all men are the same. And we aren’t.” he was right. I hate him being right, but often was.

“She wouldn’t turn. And would die. So why would I set myself up for that misery?” father was smiling. Quiet and smiling. He gracefully walked over and sat next to me.

“Because it’ll be worth it. And I have a feeling she would turn.”

“No she hates me.”

“If she hated you, the game would have been played different.”

“What game?”

“This game you two have going on. Your whores, her whore outfits.”

“Oh.”

“And she torn. She loves you my boy, but is in the same boat as you. She’s scared.” I didn’t say anything for a minute or two, and neither did my father. Both silent. Till he stood up.

“One of you have to let go of your fear. And since you’re the man, I volunteer you.” he smiled and walked back up the stairs. The sky was fading out, getting bright. It looked to be a nice day. Not that I would go out in the sun and risk the burn. While walking up the steps to the bedroom, I heard the wolf howl I hear every morning when the sun comes up, “Damn dog.” mumbling to my self. If she loves anyone it would be that damn mutt.

Peaking my head through the bedroom door, trying to hush the creaking door as much as possible. I watched her. She was sleeping to peacefully. Her hair falling over her body, her chest rising and falling. Her lip slightly parted, and looking lustfully soft. I just want to kiss those lips, let her kiss me back, and never stop. But instead, ill just slide into bed next to her. As I did I placed my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She rolled over and laid in my arm, her head on my chest. She let out a soft breath, looking up at me and smiled, saying something so softly I couldn’t even hear. All I did hear was Dylan. Hearing my name come from her sweet lips, if my heart could beat it’d be going a mile a minuet. Relaxing as her breath went back to a smooth beat, I fell asleep.

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When I woke she was gone. My arms were open and empty. Feeling the cold air sink in, I lifted my self from the bed and made my way to the kitchen for a bottle of blood. Slipping down the stairs and into the kitchen I saw steam coming from the other bedroom, Jackie’s old bedroom. Thinking of Jackie made my skin crawl. She was annoying, loud, bouncy. Nothing like Alana. And even though Jackie was the beast in the matter, Alana won the battle leaving Jackie a pile of ash. Warming up a bottle of blood on the stove, I waited to hear the water turn off. But it never did. She must be taking a long shower. Drinking my beverage of choice I was leaning against the kitchen island. The warm blood wouldn’t replace the fresh liquid I would receive if I bit a human. I want to bite Alana, and feel her blood inside of me, giving me life. But it just taste so horrible from that damn gypsy curse. “they couldn’t make a curse that makes their kind blink neon could they? Than id know who not to bite before I do. But no, damn gypsy’s.” I said to me self after finishing off the blood. I was walking to the bedroom, where Alana was, when I saw my father laying on the sofa in the living room… just staring at the ceiling. “father?” he didn’t move.