'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 7: Part 2: (Dannity)

An elongated sigh cooed my throat as my eyes fell back to the words sprawled to the now parted book, I rummaged to the table of contents, (well it wasn't exactly easy to read, I couldn't see most of the letters; isn't that just great!) so, I hesitantly carried the book with me, back to my perfectly spotted table. Forcing my head to lower, where I just started reading, engulfing in every detail I read. I guess now is when my irritation grew to new heights about Vampures.

"...Origins of the vampure; Theories of how Vampures are completely purer than those that are vampires..." or "...why Vampures may exist; ways believed to kill or weaken a vampure..." associations of almost every myth out there including: "...Frankenstein; the Werepures; Witchpures..." The list goes on and on.

I couldn't believe of how far back the vampure goes throughout the peculiarity of history. It's odd how the myth has so many disbelievers - then, as well as now - but the fascination with it still lingers heavily to keep it alive.

How could something with that much depth not be known to be real? I chuckled with amusement. One could say the same thing about Bigfoot. If they only knew what the shadows hid from all around them.

As I dove (eyes first) deeper into the last few chapters, specifically into those sections containing all about the Werepures, I was amazed (or maybe shocked is a better analogy) to see the town I had been persuaded to live in, had made its way into this apparently antique lore.

A more horrifying and astounding find was that the last few pages of the book held a name I couldn't believe was mentioned. A name I had just recently become associated with. The last name Brenhin jumping from the lines like a brightly annoying neon light.

The name 'Brenhin' from this wish-wash of a manuscript-esque wannabe grimoire, gave exact meaning of the said name: 'a tributary prince; or king.' "REALLY!" I smeared out. I looked up to witness or hear anyone shush me for being more than respectably quiet. Nothing.

I quickly took to the books leering words again.

What did Blayke's family name have to do with this book, or even freakin' Werepures for that matter? And, I suppose, the main and real question should be - do I care to really open that door to know?

I withdrew from the book again to give my brain a suddenly much needed break from the extreme overload.

I can only hope that this isn't going towards another downward spiral descent into a stroll through the crowded demented shadows.

Let me be wrong... please, I implore!

I can be more than known to over-step the truths of reality.

As I sat back in my chair, grieving the chance at having maintained a semi-normal life, I immediately noticed no one was left in the Library.

Looking around for any signs of life, the empty room looked eerie and creepy, all at the same time. I may be a wee bit nervous now!

Okay, yeah, we do have campus security around somewhere, but there's no telling where they might be. I imagine them scarfing down a dozen crème-filled Bavarian doughnuts or catching up on their nightly soap-operas.

Looking at my watch, the shorthand resting after the nine; while the long hand straddled between the nine and ten. Well, that may shine a light with the sudden lack of students in the building. It is a weeknight, and many - including myself - have early classes.

I started gathering my books, placing them in my messenger bag. I'll just place these Library books on the cart near the desk as I pass by it on the way out.

I swung the bag onto my shoulder, and creaked onto the wooden floor, which was sandwiched between a cement wall, and the endless towers of books.

The whole room was illuminated by the spectacle that was the moon suddenly appearing.

The moonlight was unusually bright; shining through the wealthy vast of windows that lined, from floor to ceiling.

CRASH! THUMP! THUMP!

A debauchery sound echoed through the Library as like a water-filled tub falling through limber flooring. Poorly placed books falling onto the floor perhaps? The wind incident suddenly being remembered.

I absent mindedly sucked in too much air, causing my lungs to feel as though they had collapsed. I dared not a scream, as I hushed all sound cringing within my tortured throat.

A feeling of someone staring at you - yea, it was a real feeling - was at this specific moment (this was a whole new level).

"What the hell could that be?" I murmured under slightness of teeth.

A judder sleuthed from the small of my back, to the tip of my round head. Nope! Not this! I shuttled around. Heart racing... blood flushing face as it weaved faster through my body.

"Who's there?" I said in a surprisingly demanding voice.

"Me." an unexpected rusty but familiar voice returned.

A shadow from along a back aisle started to move. It streaked closer, pausing just of the last window cast from the lofty glass; where the moon's rays cut off into darkness.

I gulfed in air, again.

Riley.

I relaxed - some.

"Riley... why the creeping in the dark routine?" I croaked, gaining my small voice back. He appeared not to be in the chatting mood. "...I hadn't heard from you since last Monday...what've you been up to?" I added, voice calmer now.

"I've dealt with some...changes." He countered with a peculiar, striking tone.