'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 1: Part 2 (Dannity)

Four months prior

"Was that the last of those creeps finally awaking..." Shucking off any particles left dangling on some 'awful designer's named clothing line' blouse. Who wears those electric types of colors and wanting to be inconspicuous; I'm not even 'the one' and have a better sense to the profile low? Another aspect of being her type of lineage that she continually stats 'you'll never understand' ".... I've got places to be, and people to do."

I routinely wondered at no reasoning as to an idea why I bothered coming along on these 'excursions.' I offer nothing to the fight - unless a nasty bruise gets the walking corpses a fright so shrill that they dismember into a pile of stink infested bones, and tissue. If that were the case: this spectacular slice of open flesh lounging on my left hands palm; clumsily caused by not paying attention to the ceramic knife cutting into a piece of boneless chicken breast that happen to be on sale the day prior when I visited Woods Supermarket a mile down from our apartment on Elm St.; of all the meats to cut right down the center, and into my own cutlet of a finger... I'm sure I had gotten salmonella poisoning; fishing along my veins as we speak.

When I did notice my personal incision, the ruby parted lips flirtatiously winked, giving a showcase of what my own slab of meat resembled, the carcass of thin cut steak would never look the same.

If these sorts of wounds do manage to intimidate corpses-de-la-dead, then this beauty would sure give...err... I leaned over to look at the name professionally manicured into the carved and expensive dark marble stone:

DEANNA MEARSIN

1984 - 2003

WE THOUGHT SHE HAD DIED YEARS BEFORE

The death year had been scribbled off with what looked like a knife, or nails - who the hell knows?

"... well, Deanna that's an unfortunate send-off to whichever after life you were going towards - bless your heart dear, for such a caring and obviously screwy family."

Returning back to Nik's continued mourning over her 'ruined' leather jacket - she must have at least a half-a-dozen of assorted colored leather to replace the perfectly fine one she happened to be wearing tonight. And now that High school was over, and the relief that comes from knowing that what you guessed for years was never going to end, has dreamily been put down in writing as one of a monumental accomplishment in itself - she can go and score more clothes that she may never need for college.

How can I repay you Dannity, for your incredible assistance in getting me accepted? Just the acknowledgement woulda sufficed. Though, sincerity dared be displayed by Nikki. Luckily, I had gotten completely use to her lack of appreciation. I get it! The world would be in shambles by now; the basement probably woulda set up shop some-where along the Eastern border; demons and turned tortured souls coulda placed all the humans - relative or not - on some heaping pyre of demolished homes; but, that never came to pass as we said goodbye to a few we lost, and a few we gained as allies. Now days later, somehow humanity resumes their daily lives, and so does ours. Taken the natural course - which can be claimed as moving forward.

Suddenly, as quick as a shutter of wind could develop, an approaching greyish figure could be coming out the west just off the woods from WARD MEMORIAL PARK; it didn't take much mind to come to know whom was reaching us. The pumping organ within my average size bitties, had took more notice as it sped up ever so slightly. Swaying with promises of potential terrible sweet food, if it began to cooperate; holding at best my breath would allow to gain control over the palpitation as it would give me away at the very second, he was at least half-way through the miniature waves of headstones.

He every bit over six foot, leered over me as if my knees had been ripped off and I stumbled around as a double amputee; I came to his stellar chest - at least that's the impression I attained every time he wore some type of soft observed material t-shirt (my favorite happen to be the charcoal one he'd asked my opinion when he had first picked it out) which happen to be the clothing he had walking up tonight. Funny how an initially forgotten memory spits at ya out of the navy sky.

Noticing, he had begun smiling, as these brown eyes adjusted to the darkness suddenly beaming in glasses of sheeted beams as the moon came out from hiding behind a hanging cloud.

Nikki had taken obvious notice as she quite with the childish spat and sat close by, just off my left side, her breath teasing my exposed ear; quick to expel her own observation with her disgusting self-branded phrases:

I'd take that large bone in every hole it wanted to go.

Whereas I sat with my very own trademark of monosyllabic; hoping that I could've cleaned out one of my own holes to unhear the crap she sloped out of that perky mouth. I wondered if there was more going on than I knew of; it tore me a bit (more than that - it broke my heart) up to think of imagining him being with Nikki; I love her to the point of dying for her, but, some things she never took seriously enough to see, and one of those unfortunate things she failed at was, being with someone to complete something that felt empty until they appeared, and put that emptiness to rest; To her, I believed with eminent fear, she cared less of the human; creature; supernatural being underneath those thumping thighs; to her I perceived love to be a game for which she always found a way to win out every time. Which is as dangerous as those creatures and supernatural beings destroying families with their nuptial agreement with innate evilness. Her nudge of an elbow into a shoulder, broke the eagerness desire of turning the irises of a usual mocha brown to a sand coloration.

'I think Aleato likes you.' She coughed up, like gasping at unbelievable gossip.