Wishing on the full moon

Ch6

It's funny- I never realised how interesting the ceiling of my room is before now. I just lay in bed, staring at it, trying to forget my problems. So far, it's not working. I give up and try to think of another tactic. Maybe playing on my tablet will help- it usually does.

I reach out for it on my bed side table but my hand freezes as I get a new thought. There is no way even my tablet can help. I have to stop trying to forget and face my problems. But I'm doing it the vampire way as my heart has failed too many times before.

My head turns to face the clock on my bed side table. 12:30am. Perfect. It quickly sneak out of my room and check my sisters room. She is asleep and a quick check on the master bedroom assures me that my parents are too. But I will not take any risks. I creep up to my parents' sleeping figueres and shake them awake. Then I look into thier eyes and send a single command. "Stay away from my room". I repeat the process on my sister and head back to my room. I will undo the order when I come back.

Silently I burrow into my school bag until I find what I need. Alex's pencil. He left it in my Grammar in Action. I quietly shift and sniff the pencil eagerly. As espected my senses picked up his scent really easily. Now for the jorney.I leap out of the window and head for where I know he lives.

I don't know what house he lives in but I know the area. This is where the smelling part comes. I sniff the air attentively. Catching his scent, I follow it to a large white house and then to a large, open window on the first floor.

Looking inside I don't see much. It is too dark but I can hear his heart beating. He is in there. Slowly I creep inside and head for the end of his bed. A quick check at his breathing pattern and heart rate tell me that he is in a deep sleep. I shift.

I quietly look at him sleep. His chest rises and falls to the rythem of his breathing, his pale blonde hair is tousled and messed up, his expression is quiet and peacefull. He looks so vulnerable,  so innocent, so........cute. Even cuter than usuall. I look at him for a few more moments before moving to the side of his bed. I reach out to stroke his hair, attentive to any changes in heart rate that may tell me that he is waking up. There are none. I continue stroking his head until his face turns to face me. I hold my breath and my hand freezes.

But he is asleep. I look at his face and gently trace the outline of his shut eyes with my finger. My finger tingles with plesure at the feel of his skin and before I know what I'm doing, I lean towards him and kiss his lips. My heart races and bangs so hard against my chest that I wonder how no one elae can hear it. As I pull away from him, I sense a change in his heart rate. Quietly but quickly, I shift and swoop out of his window and to a tall tree in the garden.

I land and turn to face the window. In a while I see Alex come to his window, eyelids drooping with fatigue. As if in a trance, I shift silently, hidden by thick branches. Then, I hum. I don't know what it is that I am humming but the cool night air carries it towards Alex. He looks around in amazement,  trying to find the source of the sound. He turns to the tree and for a moment I think he's spotted me, but he turns away and gazes into the starry night sky.

He just stands, looking at the stars, lost in thoughts. As I finish the random tune I was humming, he looks away from the sky and stares ahead. Then, quietly, he starts to hum. It is a soothing mixture of low and high notes, woven together to form a  kind of lullaby. I just sit and look at him, eyelids drooping. But I am wide awake. The exhilaration of sneaking into his house remains but his melody sooths me.

Suddenly a bat lands beside me and climbs up my shoulder. Skye. Together we sit and listen to Alex, me as a human and him as a bat. Neither of us moves or makes a sound, afraid of ruining the peaceful sound of Alex's melody. Eventually though, like all good things, his melody ends and he stands silent.

A few seconds later he looks up into the sky and mutters something so quietly even a bat wouldn't pick it up. Also, I think he is saying it in another language. After that he turns away and walks back into the darkness of his bedroom, but not before reaching up to touch his lips. I think he felt my kiss even in his dreams. That must confuse him.

A sudden chill wakes me from my thoughts and I turn to Skye.

*Why are you here?* I ask him.

*I could ask you the same thing* he responds teasingly.

He then shifts and instead of a bat on my shoulder I have a black-haired vampire by my side.

*I'm sorry for being mad.*  he messages guiltily.

*You had every right to be!* I respond. He looks at me mournfully.

*I understand.* he explains, * you want to be with him and I should just be happy for you.*

A strong breezes shakes the branches and I move up closer to him. He puts his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder. He rubs my shoulder and looks at me, his eyes fall onto the bat pendant around my neck. I have never stopped wearing it since he gave it to me. I only take it off whenever water is involved. I even slepp with it.

"Thank you for everything." I say out loud, stroking the pendant. He leans towards me and for one aweful moment I think he is trying to kiss me again, but instead he brings his mouth to my ear and whispers.

"I'm here for you" he says, his warm breath blowing on my ear, "and I will honor your choices, no matter what they may be"

Carefully, I bring my lips to his forehead and kiss him gently. He smiles at me, happy as ever. I could say the same for me. Here in this tree, right now with Skye, I am the happiest I have been in months. I don't worry about Alex, I don't  think about how I'll never have him. I just sit, holding on the Skye,  taking in the night. My soul and heart are at peace.

In a moment, as if reading each other's minds, we shift and leap into the night sky. Our wings scarcely flap as we soar through the air, hearts fluttering like a colony of butterflies. Our souls float, our minds at peace, our fur being combed by the cool night air. My eyes tear up but these are not tears of sadness or misery-these are tears of happiness and joy. Tears of peace. Tears of serenity. These are my favourite tears........