Secrets of Luna

Secrets of Luna: Chapter Five

Chapter Five:

Relations

Vampires can’t cry, or at least not water. It’s just venom that naturally drips from your eye ducts like tears, but they dissolve everything in their path; so now there are little holes in my favorite sweatshirt—great.

I don’t cry a lot; it is mostly out of anger, not sorrow. It is still extremely embarrassing, though, with Clay still listening in. Like Clay said; I’m more of the suffer-in-silence type.

        I went to bed early Sunday night and figured that I would probably get up before sunrise anyway. I didn’t get a lot of sleep—the darkness heightened my psychic senses, making me ‘more aware’ of Clay.  How unbearably sad, that just made me want to cry all the more.

Why did everything have to get so complicated now? Right when my life was perfectly normal and organized, Clay had to come into my life and make me feel all alien and vampire again. I don’t know where he went for dinner last night, but I really hoped he didn’t hurt my herd.

And that’s why I got up—of all the reasons. That and because I couldn’t sleep.

“Clay”

I whispered into the darkness. I was up very early today; the sun was just starting to shine through my bedroom window; plenty of time to get a meal before I had to leave. Not to mention I could skip trying to connect with Cory today; I could live without his adverse thoughts for one day.

Clay was instantly by my side as if he had never left, taking in my sorrowful expression. We sat on my bed and I looked into his golden tinted eyes. I realized, as I peered into his soul, what exactly I had been missing for over one hundred years. It sat right in front of me, staring me straight in the face with somber, yellow sparks in the eyes and dark feathery tufts of hair. Not to mention the overall feeling; which was begging to be accepted back into my stubborn, frenetic world. It was love, and I hadn’t realized it until just now.

I hugged Clay, finally ready to apologize for my inapt behavior from yesterday evening. He accepted my hug gladly, and I started to speak.

“I’m sorry; I should not have walked away. I should have listened.”

I wanted so much for him to forgive me. I could not bear the look in his eyes, so I rested my head on his right shoulder. I hadn’t noticed until now that a light rain fell outside my open window. The soft patter of raindrops was like a lullaby and it calmed me instantly; it kept me from crying away the leftover anguish inside me.

“Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong, Luna.”

His voice was gentle, sounding as if he was speaking the truth, in veracity. It was hard to think of his words being dishonest or mendacious.

“Yes, I did everything wrong. I should not have walked away for it was rude. I was rude I did not bother to listen to your side of the story. I am sorry and I will not stop apologizing until you accept.”

“But I don’t have to, Luna; you should be the one accepting me.”

 At that, I lifted my head, confused. His eyes were eccentric, with their bright yellow aura. They looked straight into the depths of my soul, but I persevered.

“I’m sorry.” I worded my apology as simply as it could be worded. I repeated this word redundantly in my head as I looked into his golden hazel eyes.

“No,” He pressed on, “I am sorry.” We weren’t going to get anywhere with this, so I gave up.

“I accept!”