'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 50: Nice to meet you Mother Dearest. (Danny)

10 Minutes before...

"We shouldn't go in there!" he begged. "We don't who or what is in there?"

He continued as we stopped and stared into the two-way mirror.

I shrugged to his probable warning. Looking towards the opposite mirror to see Talek and Blayke battling. As much as I wanted to help him, I knew that he had to face one of his own demons, and one of those was Blake.

"Where's Jensen at Ben? "

"I left him in the chamber with Talek... forcefully to come help you!" he confirmed.

"And you listened to him?" I provoked.

"It's a bit hard to say no to something that looks like that and clearly could tear you a new one, minus the irony in that..." He teased

"Don't you think that whatever is in that room has something to do with this... err... hellish room."

"Yea... you're probably right... but look at the ceiling... err... the walls..." I provoked as I pointed. "It's someone's home... expensive looking home at that." I added.

Ben placed his hand on the surface, only to realize he couldn't go through.

"I have to be my other lovelier half to go through..." he

"Good thing I don't need that permission." she scoffed, grappling around Bens throat; easily lifting him off his two hundred-pound toes; through the waving liquid and into the wealthy decorated room.

Tossing him effortlessly to the far wall. "Stay down dog..." she quipped. "No need to lose a pet because of this man stealing harlot." She spat, attentively looking to me under her brow.

"Must you always carry on so theatrically in your bothersome tone?" The statuesque woman standing by the enormous stone fireplace interjected with a voice of oratory speech.

"I am a drama major she declared." She quickly bolstered.

"I would've rave about that my dear." The stern voice added, as she turned to be a stunner in some black laced Dakota gown from the nineteen-thirties or forties; hair bunched up in the same time frame updo. Suddenly her eyes gave away the mystery shrouding her identity; I knew exactly who she was as smirked in my direction – this was Talek and Blayke's mother; the same woman who forced a heart to be eaten. I winced thinking of who that heart belonged to.

How was Nik so effortlessly killed?

I was instantly caught off guard as to how young she appeared, yet to have two children in their early and mid-twenties; had she found some miracle drug or a regimen that only the superior high society knew of; or was the last of the reasonings the most prominent and terrifyingly accurate: she had maintained her youthful façade by way of being an immortal; a creature that typically has been eradicated to brink the of being obsolete.

I had only known of one other to be an immortal or at least a halfling – and where he was now, I'd no idea; and with that odd thought pouring over; the sadness hit me harder than Talek had shielding me from the pounds of bricks falling.

"Dear... you look as if you could use a good dead rest." She noted suddenly appearing before me as she reached her oddly long arm out to me. I became hesitant as I was uncertain of how she could see me by way of her side.

"Do not make me ask again...I am only so nice for one day." She advised, posing her arm to me once more, this time I took it.

The dirty and murky chambers dissolved as I passed through the glass. It all was replaced and reshaped to the inside of a magnificent ballroom; where the frame holding the glass, stood in its looming shape right in center.

"I thought we had gotten rid of 'the one' days ago...?" The pretty pale blonde hissed; instantly, I recognized her as I had a better chance of now seeing her full on. This is the blonde bimbo from the horribly gone wrong party Ben dragged me to. I figured after she had gotten bit by those... err... dead things, she never made it out of the burning fraternity house in time.

"We have... you imbecile child... clearly this isn't her." Mother Brenhin mocked.

"This..." raising her hand to showcase me like a vertical prize. "...regular human girl is the reason why there is a chunk of my ass missing!" she continually yapped. "I'm mean look at this!"

Lifting her blouse to turn and show that her left butt cheek was all perky and round, as the right cheek had half the same qualities yet, a portion just fell flat against the blue denim.

"Who's gonna screw a mutilated derriere!" She wined.

Mother Brenhin's eyes seared with irritation; I suppose even with decades under your belt, your patience can still be pushed past your limitations.

"Regardless of who you are not... it is of you that brought him back to us." She asserted.

"Yet... you just may come to be of use... if this agreement is deceived."

I slowly focused to Ben, who was still knocked out cold as a smack to the back of my head surged a metallic taste to the forefront of my teeth; a dizziness slurred the movement of the room to an almost standstill, as the tan and brown bricked walls sputtered and pulsated by the pounding of the beating in my chest; the low vaults of ceilings quickly pushed farther away as I felt I had suddenly began shrinking as sparkling greys swirled as my eyelids became heavy.

The floors beat heavily to the two women clicking and clacking by me, as the room rushed in no speed to the sweeping dark.