'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 11: Part 1: "Quit Hounding Me!" (Dannity)

Who first? Boy, could I have sounded any more of a full-on-legs-waiting-in-the-air jezebel?

Technically, I did meet Blayke before Talek. Yet, I feel a slight tinge at getting to Blayke – why though?

He is so not my type – perhaps not just for carpet samples...I imagine. Humph, ehh – slinging my arms together – the latter is likely why.

Stereotypical has a new supporter – me.

I strongly loathed arrogant people, and he is simply no exception to that rule. Yet, the other possible reasoning shattered any previous invocations of what I must be feeling – this seems all too elementary for me to abruptly abandon any life and certainly matters-of-the-heart lessons that I've unfortunately come to pass by.

It's as if my brain has been coerced into believing my heart had suddenly been switched to a 'school-girl-crush.'

That may have been me when innocence claimed to be a part of my persona, but certainly not after experiencing the downfalls of what 'love' of the deadly sorts has to offer – something was off.

That precise feeling, I had back in the class room, I had experienced days earlier, had quickly dissipated after leaving his presence, but I couldn't shake how easily I'd become infatuated or obsessed with the fact of wanting him to want me – and to be honest, frightened me as to how effortlessly he had to work for anyone's attention; or anyone's attention to which he desired.

Something was hissing towards my inner psyche to listen to intuition; there is a reason why you are lured towards this guy, but – it's not to ensure a romantic relationship. This 'relationship' is as close as I need it to be; monsters are not always conveniently perceived; you have to show the world that they exist even when no one dares to stare beyond the veil they hold in front of them for all to see. I had to give myself belief in my own dignity.

I'm not sure. That feeling where you don't know which way to turn...where everything gets mangled inside...that's me, right now; not sure what I truly should be aware of.

There is just something more to Talek, that I can't grasp; more-so than to his – according to Nikki – 'brother.' Still not one- hundred percent sure how she actually came up with that conclusion.

A deep-seated emotion erupted throughout the entirety of my body; canceling out any and all other thought processing. I have to go with my gut feeling – that gnawing agony that is sublimely aware of something that has to be stopped.

Why couldn't Nikki just believe me? What makes her judgement so much more superior that to mine...what, because she's a supernatural warrior...please! Even monster hunters get the occasional fight wrong – their just too wreathed with pride to admit such wrongdoing.

I've gotta get to Blayke, and un-mask what I know in my gut to be true. So, Nikki doesn't want to believe that a mere mortal – like me - could possibly do her 'responsibilities' better than she used to achieve in stellar fashion.

Proving 'the one' wrong might make her see that I am not just some replaceable, occasional sidekick.

Even with that proof, and she gets miffed at me...so be it!

At least the world will be rid of one less terrible thing. At most – I can sigh a relief in justifying this obsession with Blayke. He reeks of evil.

Then as quickly as Blayke had surged into my brain waves, that insatiable guy I met I the hall earlier came dancing around my head.

My heart suddenly fluttered at the idea of him. That irresistible; unfathomable flitter made my belly turn upside down, and cartwheel at the very sight of his adorable smile.