BloodMoon Child | ✔️

My Guardian.

The dark shadow slowly rose up and began to take a human form.  My ' guardian' was a male.

" Hey, I'm Dean. Your voice, your angel, your guardian." he says.

Dean was taller than I was, and muscular, and he had a very strong jawline. He wore a black muscle shirt and dark wash skinny jeans. His lip was pierced, along with his eyebrow. And he wore a blazer on top of the shirt. His eyes were an odd color. Like, blood shot red. But one thing on him stood out the most.

Wings. Dark. Black. Scarred. Torn.
" Are you okay? Or is there a problem?" he says, immediately grabbing my attention.
" Nothing's wrong. I'm Eliza." I say.
" I know. I know a lot about you. Like how you are in senior year, and how when you were little, 4 years old to be exact, your grandfather 'died'." He made quotes in the air at the word 'died', which made me a bit more confused.

" Wait, wha--" Dean cut me off.

" That book. We need to read it. Well, you need to read it. The truth is, your grandfather isn't dead. He's just... waiting to be." Dean sits on my bed and opens the book.
" What do you mean ' waiting to be'? I went to his funeral. I was at his side when he died." At this point, I was pretty sure this was all a dream.

Dean closes the book and looks up at me.

" Let me explain something to you. About your grandfather... He had a best friend, named John or Jam or something like that... Ugh, John and your grandfather were very great friends. John got married and had a son. Your grandfather got married and had a daughter, which is your mother. John's son grew up and then got married to a very beautiful woman, and they had a son together. The boy was bullied a lot in school, for his red eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. He killed himself when he was 17. Your grandfather was, at the time, 'dead', and found the boy in the afterlife and made him a guardian. Also known today as..." Dean stopped and pointed to himself.

" You are dead?! Wait, where's my grandfather?! I-- what the..." I stammered. At this point, I was shaking.
My grandfather was very caring towards me and my mom and dad. When he died, I had cried for days and nights on end, praying he'd come back. But he never did. When I was 8, I gave up. I still attended school, but every now and then the teachers would give me odd glances. Even now.

" Look at the mirror." Dean spoke up, as if he read my mind.

" Why?"

Dean stood up and came closer to me.
" Your eyes glow."

" I walked over to my dresser and took a look into the mirror. And sure enough...

My eyes were glowing red.

" Why are they glowing, Dean?", I asked.
" You and I are exactly alike. You are a Blood Moon Child. But don't worry, it has its perks. I mean, it isn't the most attractive thing in the world, but it's cool. Very intimidating, don't you think?" Dean says, looking into the mirror as well.

I finally spoke up.
" Now we have to read that book."

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Author: Yo. I'm very tired. And this story is kinda cool to me I guess. But let me know what you guys think. Critics are welcome here. 

      - N.