The Harvest Moon

Chapter 12

Dylan walked in the room just as mike had finished. “Oh so this is where everyone is.”

“Yes. Now can we help you?” Mike said putting the painting on a piece of thin wood.

“I want to speak to Alana.”

“What do you want with my lima bean.”

“lima bean?” Dylan looked confused but amused.

“Nanaaa!” I whined as I walked out of the room, she always wants to embarrass me. “yeah?”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“no.”

“But you don’t even know what I am going to ask.”

“I don’t care, last time you asked me something, I had to choose between staying here or death.”

“I wouldn’t of killed you.”

“what?”

“ok maybe.”

“ugh!” I went to walked away but he grabbed my wrist, “Alana please…?” he gave mea pouty lip and glossy eyes. “nooo.” I whined, “lima bean, please.” even than he could keep a straight face. “Jerk! don’t make fun of my nickname.” I stormed off to the drawing room.

“Mike!! Dylan’s being a jerk again.” nana was sitting with mike talking. “Dylan, why must your torture your self?” Dylan was walking in behind me, “me? She’s acting childish.”

“No I’m not! You making fun of me.”

“Am not.”

“Are to.”

“Am not!”

“Yes you are, you big, big jerk!”

“Well your being a whine baby.”

“Am not!”

“Are too, tattle tale.”

“Nana!!”

Both nana and mike were laughing as Dylan and I argued. “I see what you mean, and I deeply believe it.” nana said patting mikes lap as she got up. “Ok children, play nicely or neither of you get to play in the sand box.”

Both me and Dylan looked at her annoyed, I bet him more than me. My nana loves me and I love her so its ok for her to call me a child, but I bet it pisses Dylan off. Good.

***

Nana and I were talking as I showed her around the house. She thought it was over done, and prefers her small buggy. I don’t think she ever owned a house in her life. I know her Papa used to live in a mobile home when my mother was born, but than when my mother moved out and went to college they sold it. Deciding to travel. Once Papa died, Nana came to visit more often. I assume she would get lonely. I used to tell her when I was old enough I would travel with her and see the world. But instead I followed my mothers foot steps, work, college, home.

“So nana, how did you know I was here?”

“Oh I may be old, but your Nana knows a lot of things.” we sat down on the sofa, TV off. “Has any of them bitten you?” I nodded and she was smiling. Why was she smiling, that’s so mean.

“He did. But didn’t like it.”

“Of course he wouldn’t. you have gypsy blood darling.” she was laughing softly, “didn’t know that now did he?” how could she find this so amusing?

“Yea, Dylan spat my blood out and got mad.”

“I bet he did.”

“So Nana, you knew about vampires all along?”