Moon Dust

Chapter 6

Dylan tossed and turned in his sleep as the day played over and over in his head. The chase and how he ended up at Lexia's place. He wondered why this was happening to him but at the back of my mind, there was a yearning, a yearning to find his father so he could learn more about what he was. He wondered about the person that gave him the medicine, what was his story and why did he help him?

"Pitiful human, you can't sense that there is something about him," Alex mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked Alex. Alex did not reply but just drifted to the back of Dylan's mind.

"Wake up sir, its dinner time."

Dylan heard the calming voice of a young lady and he opened his eyes and blinked to ensure he was awake.

"Hi, umm what did you say about dinner?" he asked.

"Hi, my name is Mary. I umm... I was saying that dinner is ready. We weren't sure what you liked so madam suggested shrimp pasta. Is that ok?"

"Thank you."

Dylan walked down the stairs into the living room where he met Lexia and she made an unreadable expression that made Dylan skeptical about her. Lexia had calmed down though, at least for the most part because all she could think about was the fact that she had kissed Ezra. Dylan looked at her with a raised eyebrow before turning his attention towards the unknown gentleman who nodded at him to which Dylan replied with a small smile.

"So nice of you to join us, Dylan, you may sit anywhere you like." She motioned him to sit which he accepted and sat down.

"I didn't umm, catch your name."

"It's Ezra, Ezra Overland and it's a pleasure to meet you, Dylan. I have tons of questions but as it is not my house and I am merely a guest like you, I will let Lexia lead the questions."

Lexia looked at Ezra in an equally pleasing and distasteful look after his statement and this made Dylan wonder what he had gotten himself into.

"Who are you and how did you come by my property?" she asked him blankly.

"My name is Dylan Xavior and I stumbled onto your property after being chased by some men."

"Do you have any idea as to why they chased you?"

"No, but I think it has something to do with my father."

"And why would it have something to do with your father?"

"Well, my father is ... Death."

"Death?" she chuckled at me, "so are you telling me that the person who collects souls is your father? I didn't know he was living."

It hadn't come to his mind that it was really an unbelievable story but Dylan had to make them understand. Lexia seemed interested at the end of the story and Dylan wondered what the Ezra person would have to say. Would he laugh as well?

"Well", Ezra began, "I don't know much about Death himself but I know that most supernatural beings, namely Vampires are closely connected with him. During my travels to find my mother I heard that Death was kidnapped but that was the end of that tale. However, I wouldn't mind helping you as it may help me to find my mother."

After talking with both of them Dylan found that each had a purpose and maybe their lives were intertwined after all.

After dinner, Ezra sat in his room and looked down on his car that was parked. Jake had brought it to the house a few days ago and it seemed to still be in the perfect condition that he left it. He thought about Dylan and figured that he seemed to be a genuine person and they both had a lot in common. Missing parents was not a commonality Ezra liked to think of but at this moment it was what held him and Dylan together. He thought it strange that anyone would kidnap death and how could the being that collects souls give life or was Dylan even alive. No, Ezra thought, he must be alive. Something kept tugging at him about Lexia however, what was her mission? She said that she would help him to find his mother, but would she help Dylan? Ezra hoped she did not think of him as a burden.

He then thought about the kiss he shared with Lexia and the darkness rumbled in his head in delight while his other supernaturals groaned in disapproval. There was something about the kiss that puzzled Ezra, it had this intensity that intrigued him but there was still something off about it. He shook his head and lay down on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Did she think about him that way?