Wishing on the full moon

Ch8

When you reach the song lyrics, play the song "vanilla twilight" by owl city on YouTube, or wherever, to fully get the feel of the song.
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As I lie in bed, I try to convince myself that I don't really like Alex. I try tell myself that it is just a scam. Try tell myself that I never liked him. Try tell myself that we should just stay friends. Try tell myself that it wouldn't work out anyway. Try tell myself to shut out my heart. Try to forget. Try to move on. Try to stay strong.

It doesn't work. I decide to do something to take my mind off things. I check the clock. It's 4:40am. I pull my sheets off and look down at my PJs. A t-shirt with a leopard face and a pair of leopard print shorts. Decent enough.

I walk to the window and look up at the full moon. It's on nights like this when, in the past, I would sit in bed and wish on the full moon. I would imagine that I could send messages to people on the cool night breeze. I would have hope.

But tonight, the moon just looks pale and and lost. It looks lonely, up in the sea of stars, no other moon for company. Looking up at the moon I do something I haven't done for ages. Something that left with the old me.

"I wish....." I whisper quitely, hands to my chest, feeling my heart beat, "I wish I even had a chance. I wish I could just have one small chance, even if it's just a tiny one."

Cold tears roll down my face. My hands fall to my sides. I look to the floor and shift. I climb onto the window sill and stare into the night.

Suddenly I hear a calm, soothing voice. It's coming from the large tree. Skye. He always seems to know when I need him.

"You have a chance," I hear him say, "You have the biggest chance."

Feeling a bit better, I fly to the tree and land on a branch. I hear rustling and, soon enough, Skye is by my side. He is in human form and his warm hands wrap around my small furry body and lift me to his side. Once I am comfortably seated by him, I shift back. He smiles and looks at my PJs. He laughs quietly and I feel as if my problems are floating away.

Then he looks me in the eyes and smiles the most beautiful smile. My mood improves with each breath. Being with him always helps.

We sit and chat about everything and anything - when it comes to him, I can't hold back anything. I trust him entirely. So when the conversation turns to Alex, I tell him everything. Afterwards, he looks at me intently and carefully constructs an answer.

"How could you think that?" He sighs, shaking his head. I shrug my shoulders.

"You are an amazing girl....AND vampire." He states and playfully punches my arm.

"Thanks. That means a lot." I answer smiling. He just shrugs his shoulders and looks down.

"No, seriously." I say, "I don't know what I would do without you."

He smiles shyly and combs his hand through his long hair. I reach out and grab his hand.

"If it weren't for you, Luca would have been my lunch" I say sincerely.

"Speaking of lunch....." Skye says, changing the subject, "I brought you more blood. I promise it's not a bunny or bird. I got it from the blood bank this morning."

"Thanks a lot" I say and hungrily snatch the bag. As I bite into it, I catch Skye staring at my neck.

"You still wear it?" He asks, reaching out to stroke the bat necklace gently.

"Yep. All the time." I say wiping my mouth with my hand and offering it to Skye, who licks it clean.

He smiles and holds out his arm. I move up closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder as he continues to stroke my necklace. After a while he turns to look at me.

"Want to fly over to Alex's house again, Little Stalker?" He chuckles teasingly. I solemnly shake my head and look down. Skye looks at me questionly, probably wondering why I would say no.

"I've given up." I explain, "It's impossible."

Skye frowns and takes my hand.

"Lilly..." he sighs "Don't give up. Trust me . It's not impossible."

He then pulls me towards him and wraps his arms around me in a tight hug. Feeling depressed, I burst into quiet sobs. Skye rubs my back and whispers a song into my ear.

" I am the red in the rose, the flowers

on the blankets on your bedroom floor.

And I am the gray in the ghost that hides

with your clothes behind your closet door.

I am the green in the grass that bends back

from underneath your feet.

And I am the blue in your back alley view

where the horizon and the rooftops meet.

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors

of the evening stars.

You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.

(wherever you are)

(wherever you are)

(I will always be your keys

when we are lost in the technicolor phase)

The black in the book

the letters on the pages that you memorize.

And I am the orange in the overcast

of color that you visualize.

I am the white in the walls that soak up

all the sound when you cannot sleep.

And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach

that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors

of the evening stars. (my darling)

You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are. (my darling)

(wherever you are)

(wherever you are)

(wherever you are) "

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