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Catching Moonlight

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11 June 2010, 07:12 PM   #1
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Chapter 1

Upon striding into the forest, a teenage boy discovered his – soon to be ex— best
friend, Ryan Wolfe, cowering by a tree with a man hovering over him.

“Run.” Ryan said simply. But instead of running, he laughed and said, “Good luck
getting out of this one!” And in a flash, Ryan kicked out, and hit the man standing in
front of him square in the chest. He got up and ran as fast as he could to get away.

After what felt like miles of running, Ryan glanced over his shoulder, tripped, and fell.
He got up as fast as he could manage, and continued running. He soon came to a clearing.
He walked cautiously into the clearing, making sure no one was there. The full moon was
visible through the leaves above him, and as he reached the center of the clearing, so did
the moon.

And so it began. Ryan Wolfe began to Change for the first time. His hands and feet grew
into enormous paws. His nose grew longer to form a snout. His ears nearly slid to the top
of his head and grew to a point. Every part of him that didn’t have hair grew long
auburn fur. He crouched over onto all fours and began growing into a monstrous wolf. He
sprouted a tail in the gap between his shirt and pants, and finally, he got so large that
his clothes that hadn’t been shredded already, just ripped.

He glanced around with his new wolf vision. Everything was brighter, but tinted slightly
yellow. “Hey,” he thought, “I’m Ryan Wolf, ha-ha!” His highly sensitive wolf
ears then picked up an enormous crash and a lot of cursing. Within a few moments, the
teenager stumbled into the clearing with twigs in his hair.

“GAH! You stupid werewolf! Why do you have to lead us into a chase like that? Why
can’t you just come quietly?” the boy roared.

“Um… you stupid…uh…whatever-you-are…. Why do you have to be so…uh…mean
and… uh… stupid?” Ryan blurted because he couldn’t think of anything better.
“Hey, what was that crash?”

“I fell,” grumbled the other boy. “And thank you so very much, I’m a vampire.”

“I thought vampires could run all graceful and stuff,” Ryan muttered.

“I heard that,” snapped the boy, then he added, “Oh, and you can shut up now.”

“Why should I?” Ryan sneered.

“Because,” said the older vampire, as he strode into the clearing, “If you don’t,
I’ll make you.” Ryan gulped.

“What’re you gonna do to me?” The older vampire chuckled and said: “Nothing
yet.” He pulled a syringe from his pocket and Ryan gulped again. The older vampire
walked toward him, syringe in hand. Next thing, he knew, Ryan was shrinking back to normal
size and shape. He looked down at the syringe sticking out of his bare shoulder and

“You did well, Jacovin,” the older vampire said as he patted the boy on the shoulder,
grabbed Ryan’s wrist, and transported him away.

Jakovin Hawthorn glared at the spot his father disappeared. He was angry at that stupid
werewolf for everything. Ryan thought he was stronger, smarter, and better looking, but
that wasn’t true, Jakovin thought. None of it was true. If only Ryan knew what was in
store for him, fighting to escape that dreamless sleep, until he was Awakened, forever
waiting for The One that would never come. Jakovin chuckled and disappeared in a blast of
cold wind.

In a far off city, a girl of the age of five awoke in tears and screaming, “Mommy,
he’s gone! They got him!” Her mother ran into the girl’s room.

“Darling, it was just a dream,” she reassured, but they both knew it wasn’t true.
“We’ll see your brother in the morning.” The mother walked calmly out of the room,
so not to cause a panic, but she knew her daughter was right. They’d probably never see
him again.

Chapter 2

Eight years later, that same girl awoke to the same nightmare. She sat up in bed, rubbed
her eyes, and stared at the boring periwinkle walls that surrounded her. From the light
filtering in through the hideous, flower-patterned curtains, she could tell that it was
early morning. She rubbed her eyes again and tried to remember what connection she had
with the werewolf in the dream with no success. She swung her feet onto the floor and
shuffled quietly into the bathroom across the hall. She glanced in the mirror and saw…

“Ugh,” I mumbled, “why do I feel like I’m living someone else’s life
sometimes?” Recently, I had been feeling as if I was watching my own life from a
distance. It only happened once or twice in a month, and that was one of those times. I
realized that it could really cause some problems, and I tried my best to control it.

I walked over to the shower and got the hot water running. It took about fifteen minutes
to shower, but it woke me up. I got dressed and dried my hair and was suddenly aware of my
cat, Smokey, peering at me from around the door.

“What?” I asked her. She meowed a hello and walked away. I closed the door so she
couldn’t get in again. I looked at the steamy mirror, wiped the steam away, and swiped
mascara onto the eyelashes that surrounded my eyes– which had decided to be purple
today. I smeared some cover up over a birth-mark by my eye, – a star – put a little
lip gloss on, and I was ready to go.

I opened the bathroom door quietly. I tip-toed down the hall, down the stairs, and into
the kitchen. My mom was making chocolate-chip pancakes. She turned around with a plate
full of pancakes.

“Eat up,” she said, smiling. She put the pancakes down in front of me, “You’ve got
a long day ahead of you!”

“Thanks, Mom!” I said before dumping chocolate syrup over the top of them and
practically inhaling them. I absolutely adore chocolate, if you couldn’t tell. I
finished my pancakes, snatched up my backpack, and rushed out the door. Little did I know,
it wasn’t just going to be a long day, more like a long week!


School had been out for three minutes exactly, and I was already getting my head slammed
against a locker door.

"Give it back!" he roared.

"OW!! Look," I said, turning out my pockets, "I don't have your stupid cell phone. Now put
me down before I do something I regret."

"Look, Wolfe, I'm not in the mood for your stupid games." Jon growled.

"I warned you," I said. I kicked out with both feet and sent the bully flying across the
hallway into the lockers on the other side. I landed on my feet. "Ugh. Stupid bully." I
gathered my things and walked down the hallway to the door. I pulled my long, black hair
out of a ponytail and walked outside.

"Mmmmm!" I said, sniffing the air. "It smells like spring!" I twirled and began to walk

On the way home, I began to feel weird -like, really, really weird- and I just started
running as if it would save my life.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called, struggling to keep from falling over. "I don't feel good. I'm
goin' to bed." Mom came out of the kitchen.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed. Her bright blue eyes clouded over with worry as she dropped the
dish she was drying. "Yes, Alex, you do look like you could use a good rest." And as she
hurried back into the kitchen to get the broom, I heard her mutter: “Oh no, not
again”. I dragged my feet up the stairs.

With each step I took, my feet got heavier and heavier. I somehow managed to get into my
room, and I just collapsed.

I was in a forest. I tore my way through. I looked over my shoulder to see who -or what-
was chasing me and I tripped and fell. Hurriedly, I got to my feet and continued running.
I broke through the trees, into a clearing. “Whoa! Déjà vu!” I thought. But that was
the end of the déjà vu. There were more of them, their pale skin nearly glowing in the
moonlight. They stood in a tight circle around the clearing.

“Who-what- are you?” I asked shakily.

“We are your worst nightmare,” the one in front of me said. “We are the shadow at
the end of the hall, we are the footsteps you hear when you are alone. We are fear, but
only your kind fears us, fights us, hates us, with every drop of blood in their veins.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” I said, more confidently. And he said: “We are

Chapter 4

“I told you,” I said to my best friend Jake (who I’ve known since I was, like, two),
rolling my eyes and shaking my head. “They tried to kill me, and I’m almost positive
it wasn’t a dream.”

“And I told you,” he said, pushing his shoulder-length black hair out of his face,
“They were only showing you what they would do to you if you ever get in their way. And
besides, if it wasn’t a dream, you’d be dead. Cookie?”

“What? Oh, thanks,” I said as he pushed the cookie across his dining room table. He
pulled another cookie out of the pack and began munching on it. “So how do you know
that?” I asked him.

“Because,” he said, “a few years ago, I had a friend who tried to fight them.”

“You said ‘had’,” I accused.

“Yeah. He wasn’t strong enough to fight them.”

“Oh. Wait, how do you know who they are?”

“Uh…” he said, his normally pale face a bright pink, “I read about them in a book
I have.”

“WHAT?! YOU READ SOMETHING?!” I said, completely shocked.

“GAH! I shouldn’t have told you that! I knew you would do that!” See, Jake isn’t a
huge reader. He only reads when he has to. And so, when he told me that he had read
something willingly, I knew something was wrong.

Apparently, I had been silent for longer than Jake was used to, because he said: “I
could lend it to you if you want”. I just nodded. He ran upstairs to his bedroom, and
called back to me, “Hey, you coming?” I stood up and reluctantly followed him up the

Upon entering Jake’s room, I discovered Jake frozen in absolute terror with the book in
his hands.

“Jake?” I said.

“You gotta go! My dad’s on his way home!” He thrust the book into my hands and I
burst out running. I paused only to grab my bag and open the door, and continued running.
I ran until I couldn’t move another inch, and that happened to be about where I had
built a tree house with my friend, Leila. She moved and the tree house became mine.

Slowly and painfully, I climbed up to the tree house. I closed the trap door behind me and
tied it shut. I rested for who knows how long before switching on the light (yes, there
was a light in the tree house). I looked down at the book in my lap, which was titled
Vampires and Werewolves.

I flipped the book open and began to read:

Chapter One: Characteristics

Werewolves can easily be spotted by their unusual eyes. Most have amber eyes, but there
are a few out there, who have dark gray eyes, blood red eyes, icy blue eyes, bright purple
eyes, or even eyes that change color. Some have strange markings around their eyes. I
absent-mindedly rubbed my face next to my left eye. The marking of a werewolf is its Power
Emblem. If a werewolf has a Power Emblem, it gives that particular wolf the ability to
protect themselves against harm with ease.

Vampires on the other hand, aren’t so easy to spot. They have eyes that no matter what
color they are, they always have gold around them (unless they’re wearing contacts).
They tend to seem to read people’s minds, when in truth, they really are, but only when
they’re close to you. Vampires’ scents are a unique thing; they’re all different,
but they all smell so wonderful. And legend has it; a vampire is to be born with a Power
Emblem. When that vampire is born, a powerful werewolf with an identical Power Emblem will
be born within a few days. The vampire is then the protector and soul-mate of the wolf
that its kind would normally be out to kill.

It was interesting, but not best-seller material. Apparently, vampires and werewolves are
sworn enemies. And what’s weird, is I had every characteristic of a werewolf, and Jake
had the makings of being a vampire. I shook the thought out of my mind and pulled out my

“Mom,” I said while texting, “I’m at the tree house. Please don’t worry.” I
sent the message and shoved the phone back into my pocket. I found a sleeping bag and a
pillow in a trunk on the far wall. I turned off the light and was quickly asleep.

Jake looked out his window after the girl who had fled his house. She really was his best
friend and he wasn’t sure he wanted to go through with this. ‘She’s pretty and kind
and funny and— WHAT AM I THINKING?!’ Jake thought. He scribbled a short note on a torn
piece of notebook paper, shoved it into his pocket, and climbed out his window. He ran
down the street, turned left and kept running. He soon arrived at the tree house. He began
climbing and…


Chapter 5

“Jake?” I said, suddenly wide awake.

“Can you let me in so we can talk?” he begged. I hurriedly untied the rope that kept
the door shut and let him in. The very moment he was in, I slammed the door shut and tied
it tighter than I ever had. I switched the light on.

“Jake, what’s this about?” I demanded. He ran his hand through his hair.

“My PE.”

“Um, what?” I asked.

“My Power Emblem.”

“Um,” I said through numb lips, “Power emblem?” Jake walked over to me, sat down
beside me, and put his arm around me. I inhaled deeply and thought, Dang! You smell

“All of us do,” Jake laughed.

“Hey, that was a private thought!” I said, and then added, “I knew it! You ARE a

“And a Protector.” He said, wiping the cover up away from my eye. “Yours.”

“No, this can’t be happening! I am NOT a werewolf!”

“But you are. I will be protecting you for the rest of eternity.”

“Therefore, I will stand by your side, and fight with you,” I said standing up

“Wow,” Jake said, smirking. “This conversation just got real cheesy, real fast.” I
sunk back down into the pile that was my sleeping bag. I turned and looked at him. I made
the mistake of looking into his eyes – his gorgeous, hypnotic, blue eyes – and found
myself falling into them. Everything but him became hazy. He looked as though he had a
golden light surrounding him.

I looked back at his face – which was a lot closer than I remember it being – and
realized he was smiling. He leaned in to kiss me, and I leaned in a little closer, so I
could kiss him. Next thing I knew, the spell had been broken, and so had our noses (not
really, but it felt like it). We burst out laughing, but I turned away from him so that
wouldn’t happen again. He did the same.

In a few minutes, I was curled up in his arms as he gently rocked me back to sleep. This
time, when I fell asleep, I dreamed I was in a round, white marble and gold room. The room
was open to the night sky. Blood red roses lined the stairs that I walked upon. I glanced
down at my dress. It was the most beautiful white gown I had ever seen. I continued up the
golden staircase, into the center of the room, where Jake stood. He wore a tuxedo.

He knelt on one knee and lightly held my hands in both of his and he recited:

Oh, my love,

I’ve waited forever,

To hold you in my arms,

And I won’t let you go, no never…

And now,

You are finally here,

Catching moonlight in your hands,

And as our hearts grow closer,

A new love shall appear.

He stood, and held me in his arms for a long moment, before lightly brushing my lips with

Chapter 6

The next morning when I woke up, I saw a fresh set of clothes folded neatly on the trunk.
Jake was standing near the window. He wore a skin-tight black shirt, gray skinny jeans,
classic black converse high-tops, and a lot of spiky bracelets. For the first time in
years, I hadn’t had a nightmare. I stretched and Jake realized I was awake. He turned
toward me with the biggest smile on his face.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said. I looked around to see who he was talking
to, and realized he meant me. I smiled back at him.

“Hi!” Jake chuckled and tuned back to the window. I got up and grabbed my clothes.
“Um… Jake?”

“Yeah?” he said as I held up my clothes. “Oh, right… sorry!” Jake shuffled over
to the trap door. He glanced at me, probably wondering if I really wanted him to leave. I
shooed him away, grinning. He slid out the door, and I began to get dressed.

Within moments, I was completely dressed, and ready to go. I walked over to my bag,
rummaged through it, and finally found a pack of bubble-gum. I popped a piece into my
mouth and jumped out of the tree house, strait into Jake’s outstretched arms. He set me
gently on the ground. I looked at him and blew a bubble with my gum. He smirked and raised
an eyebrow at me. I gaped at him.

“Sometimes,” Jake said, “I hate my messed-up mind.”

“And sometimes,” I muttered angrily, “you don’t have to be a vampire to read
minds.” Jake burst out laughing. I continued to glare at him. Finally, he stopped

“Alright,” he said, calming down, “You ready for a hike?” I nodded.

I had no idea how we got there, but next thing I knew, we were in a forest. It was
breathtaking. Every single leaf was a different shade of green. The trees were so tall,
that no matter how far I tilted my head back, I couldn’t see the tops. Every once in
awhile, I would see something glittering out of the corner of my eye and I would turn to
look at it. But when I did, there was never anything of great interest. I was so
enthralled by the surrounding forest, I nearly forgot about Jake.

After hours of hiking that felt like mere minutes, Jake pulled something out of his
pocket. I glanced curiously at him. He fumbled with the tiny object for a few moments, and
it became a very large picnic basket. My eyes widened and Jake chuckled. We continued
walking for a few more minutes and we came upon a tiny clearing; there was barely enough
room for both of us to stretch out.

Jake pulled a blanket out of the basket and spread it in the clearing.

“Close your eyes,” he said. And I did. I heard rustling for a few minutes and then

“Okay, open them!” he whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes and there sat the most
stunning picnic I’d ever seen.

“How’d you do all this?” I asked, completely baffled.

“Magic,” Jake said mysteriously.

“There’s no such thing as magic.” I said, clearly forgetting what we both were.

“No such thing as–” Jake repeated. “Wait a second! If there were no such thing as
magic, would either of us exist?” I blushed as bright red as the shirt I was wearing.

“Exactly! No!” Jake exclaimed. I sat down, still expecting everything to disappear and
Jake to yell, ‘Gotcha!’ but it never came. I picked up a sandwich that looked like
peanut butter and jelly. Jake swatted it out of my hand.

“You don’t want that,” he said. I glanced at him and reached for another sandwich.

“Here!” he said, as he practically shoved a sandwich into my hand. “Try this.” I
bit into it, and found myself inhaling sandwich after sandwich.

“These are amazing!” I said my mouth full of roast-beef sandwich. He smirked and bit
into the sandwich I had dropped. Blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth. I looked at
him in complete horror. He grinned widely, showing his bloody fangs.

“I THOUGHT THAT WAS JELLY!!!” I shrieked. “I ALMOST ATE THAT!!!” Jake looked at me
as if to tell me to shut up. He swallowed the bite – or gulp – he had in his mouth.

“Why do you think I didn’t let you eat it?” he asked, “And besides, there’s more
that just sandwiches.” I looked around at the variety of fruits, vegetables, chips,
drinks, and desserts. I picked up a plastic cup and look

11 June 2010, 07:48 PM   #2
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ed at the many selections of drinks, but tried to avoid anything red. I was aware of Jake
staring at the back of my head.

    “We’re staying here tonight.” He said

    “Here?” I echoed, still trying to select a drink, therefore, not really listening.
Jake sighed.

    “Alex, we’re creatures of the night–”


    “Ugh! Here’s the Mountain Dew, already!”

    “Oh, thanks!” I said grinning widely as he handed me the can. “As you were

    “We’re creatures of the night, and you need to learn to protect yourself.”

    “Against what?”

    “How much of that book exactly did you read?”

    “A little of the first chapter.”

    “Then you should know that we’re supposed to be mortal enemies.” I crawled over
to his side of the blanket and sat next to him.

    “Where’s your PE?” I asked quietly. He glared at me and turned away from me.
“Fine,” I said angrily, “I’m gonna go explore.” I picked up a water bottle and
my hoodie, and turned to walk out of the clearing. I paused and picked up a long knife. I
had a bad feeling I was going to need it.

    Chapter 7

    I wandered for minutes – maybe even hours – just to get away from Jake, all I knew
was that it was nighttime. And all the while, tears streamed down my face. I came upon a
pond. I knelt at the edge and stared down into the depths of its dark water. There was a
strange glow coming from the bottom of the pool. I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t
help myself. I needed to think, and I thought my best when I was in water.

    Within moments, the outfit Jake had so thoughtfully chosen for me was carelessly
tossed aside. I stepped back half a step and launched myself into the water. Bubbles
swirled around my naked form, and for a second, I forgot which way was up. When I finally
remembered, I glanced up at the pale moonlight dancing through the water, then down at the
glowing green stone beneath me. The weird thing was, I could see perfectly, my vision
wasn’t foggy or anything!

    After staring at the strange glow for a moment, I shot toward the surface. I needed
water if I was to see what was causing the glow. I inhaled several large gulps of air and
dove to the bottom. I saw what was making the rocks glow below me.

    “A necklace?” I gurgled. I tried to pick it up, but it didn’t want to come off
the stone ground. For the first time since I was in the water, I noticed the pool was not
naturally there… Man made…

    I wound the leather brown chord around my hand. I tugged at it for awhile before
remembering I needed to breathe. I shot up though twelve feet of water and again gasped
for air.  I heard rustling in the trees and suddenly wished I hadn't taken my clothes

I dove back under, hoping it would give me some time, but again got distracted with the
necklace.  This time I made the mistake of grabbing the stone.

10 July 2010, 12:57 AM    #3
Joined: 29 Apr 2009
Posts: 160
omg i really like this i hope you will continue it!

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