Secrets of Luna

Secrets of Luna: Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten:

Peace at Last

Cory is a lot like every other human being. My philosophy on humans is always the same; forgive and forget. Every human goes through it, whether it’s once or a million different times. I wonder why vampires don’t have that; why do we have to remember every stinking detail? That would have saved me a lot of emotional stress.

Over the rest of the school year, Cory found out that he shouldn’t stress over me as much; there are plenty of perfect vampires out there—I just happened to hook him up with one that wasn’t a vampire. Of course, there will be times where Clay will get a tinge of jealousy, but I optimistically hoped it would wear off. I mean, come on, he won me. What could be better than that?

Clay, with his gorgeous eyes and perfect hair, will be my own version of Tuck Everlasting. Only in this version the girl lives! He will live with me in my house in the woods for an eternity, going to school every fifty years or so. His mother, Levi, will visit us frequently, gushing about her new house in her own little forest. I told you; I’m the type of person who plans out their life before it has even begun. I managed to get this much of an eternity in. All the details will find their way through, making life just that much harder to get through.

Until then, I will look through the same book that started this rain of miracles. Three other vampires still roam the world with the same power as Clay’s and mine. I will work night and day for years; whatever it takes to find them. Meanwhile I will make new friends along the way, keeping my old ones. Cory will know me long after high school; I will certainly make sure of that—whether I have to tell him my secret or not. And I know that somewhere in the back of his head he will be hoping that I will make Clay disappear, but that will never happen.

But today is my day. Clay and I sit on my porch, watching each tuft of grass spurt from the ground, each rosebud bloom, each tree leaf bud, and each generation of my deer herd form. I look over now to see each deer come out through the cover of vast trees.

A new baby deer has come to the herd, bringing them happiness, joy, and proof that their herd will live on throughout each decade. I admire the young ones strength and inexperience. She reminds me of myself, young but unknowing of what life really is. Her black coat sings to me with beauty. Her deep brown eyes see me with love and compassion as I join them in their celebration. They celebrate the coming of this doe and the success that their herd has become.

Levi has come every day since Clay moved out to talk to us, to check up on her 150 year old son. She asks me daily how my research is going and what my plans will be for next fall.

“School,” I say matter-of-factly, “I wouldn’t dare miss the drama.”

We all laugh at my humor and cherish the good memories it holds. School is where my life began; where I met Clay, and Mrs. Clark; who got me the perfect job and knows me up and down—except for the now obvious. Because of her I got to cherish each moment with each new patient that came to me. I am grateful to Mrs. Clark, and all of the loved ones that surround me now. I don’t know how I could bare to live my immortal life without them.

I realize that my life was, and still is, far from boring. Every day is a new event. The day I first met with Clay. My conversation with overly obsessive Cory, leading up to my first fight with Clay—oh how could I forget the stupidity of that one? And then there was my new job.

 I could remember the movies, And Christmas eve. The first time Clay spoke the words, “I love you,” and the first time I spoke them back. The tears and the emotion of Christmas day; which I so selfishly made.

Another great memory was New Year’s Eve; throwing tons of confetti into the crisp, winter air, and Clay whispering in my ear, “Happy birthday.” All of those unwanted gifts that I was now so overly grateful for. Oh, and that dreadful love triangle that made my life a living soap opera.