Secrets of Luna

Secrets of Luna: Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:

Sorry, I’m all out

        The trip home was short; we only had to drive halfway. We were both very blithe, laughing all the way. I was surprised at how anti-vampire we were being.

        When we got home it was very dark out, only the moon shone. The snow was sparkling in the moonlight. A small bird was hopping around in the shallow snowdrifts, footprints began to formulate beneath it. I noticed, as we got out of the car, that it was extremely peaceful tonight. Silence was overpowering everything else. It would have been a perfect night for a regular vampire.

        Clay and I stepped lightly over the snow, barely making a mark. My old gray converses were flatfoot, so I had a slight possibility of slipping. I wasn’t worried, though; Clay would catch me instantly.

        I was totally full from lunch, so I decided to skip dinner. Vegetarians only have to feed once per day anyway, I fed twice. Instead, Clay and I watched movies all night. I wasn’t tired; I was getting used to that vampire habit. First we watched a bunch of the old Twilight Zone episodes that I had hidden somewhere.

        After watching a ton of the Twilight Zone, we watched some horror movies—but we mostly just laughed at them. I wondered why the teenage girl would even think to go in there. Obviously there is someone in there! If it was me, and I was human, I’d run out of the house and drive to Clay’s to hide there. Hey, it beats getting murdered! But that’s just me.

        I sat comfortably on the couch with Clay beside me the whole time, legs crossed and blanket covered. We had already watched about five horror movies. We were just starting to watch the old version of Psycho when I pressed the Stop button. The movie stopped in its tracks.

        Clay was obviously confused, “What?” I always seemed to take him by surprise. Then again, he had the exact same effect on me.

        “Can we watch a nicer movie, like a comedy?” I asked. I remembered vaguely buying Season 1 of “Mad TV” and even some seasons of “Leave it to Beaver”. I started looking for them.

        “Sure,” he was still confused, “Did the other ones scare you?” I impulsively laughed without thinking at his response. I’ve never been scared of a horror movie in my life, even when I was human.

        “Oh, please, they make me laugh more than comedies as far as I can remember!”

        “Then why?” His eyes were now a brooding yellow-gold.

        “I would like to watch a comedy because I need to remember the difference between funny and scary.” What’s that show called, I thought, with the guy named Archie…?

        I searched my movie closet for the right show—yes, my movie closet.

        It was around one o’clock when I put in “Leave it to Beaver”. I liked comedies that were naturally funny; where the actors seem like they weren’t even trying. That’s the type of comedy that “Leave it to Beaver” is.

        Clay’s antagonizing eyes gazed at me, watching me as I pressed Play. We laughed even more now. I instantly knew the difference between funny and scary; one was always more funny then the other. They both seemed the same to me, but now I remembered.

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        We had just finished the Mad TV Season 1 episodes when I abruptly got up and went to my bedroom. Clay stayed in the Living room to turn off the DVD player and put everything away.