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novem- thirtyeightTalyn walked between Andy and Annabelle around the beach. December stared from his cozy position on the blanket. Chrysanthe had gone off with Owen to check out the scene. Gale and his wife sat with December on the blanket drinking blood from small paper cups. Anastasia put her book down to go over to December. She was in swim trunks and a blue swim top to match. Harper watched them.
"Hey," he answered.
"A little bit. It's cold up here."
"I wouldn't know," she laughed.
"It's not funny," Harper hissed.
"Now Harper... he is always welcome with us. You cannot be bitter at the whole human race," Gale smirked then sipped his drink.
"I'm not bitter, I'm better "
Anastasia laughed, "Of course."
"That thinking is dangerous Harper. Be quiet," Berlin closed her eyes.
Annabelle was hugging a guy over at a tent. December saw this and stared. The banner flag above them read "German Devils" in green lettering.
"That's Dominique a friend. Don't worry about him," Anastas
novem- thirtysevenEveryone was in the house when they arrived. Some were sitting at the table doing homework and drinking blood while others were coming up and down the stairs. Talyn was racing up toward the second floor when they arrived. Annabelle and Andromeda took their shoes off before setting foot on the carpet. December followed their example. Brielle hurried away with Charlie and Danny Boy.
"No one's thirsty right?" Annabelle cooed into the air.
"No " a chorus of voices hummed unenthused.
"Kay December you can come upstairs but you can't go into any of the rooms okay?"
"Yeah!" December beat his way up the stairs at a human pace behind Annabelle and Andromeda's speedy steps.
Annabelle disappeared into her room, Andromeda behind her. Owen and Chrysanthe were playing a new video game on the console. December sat on the couch behind the two bodies sitting on the floor.
"What are you playing?"
"Mindless Violence by Pandora's Box Games " Chrysanthe mumbled in a monotone voice.
this little piggy...This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
Because he has lung cancer...
Because the cigarettes caught him by the throat...
And that little piggy
Who is going to the market
Is screaming in her head about what she's going to do
Because she tried to she tried to stop him
And now he's paying for it
And so is Mrs. Piggy
And so is this little piggy...
And this little piggy...
And this little piggy...
Who couldn't wee wee wee loud enough to get him to quit
But the cigarettes already had him
And so they consumed him...
Now this little piggy will never go to the market place
This little piggy will only stay home
This little piggy can't have roast beef
This little piggy shall have none
Because this little piggy can't breath without help
This little piggy's on meds
This little pig shall have no more
Because this little piggy is dead
And those little piggies cried wee wee wee
All the way to the funeral home
But that little piggy did not cry wee wee wee
He couldn't even groan
novem- thirtysixThroughout the evening the girls would sing and laugh together. December, Alex, and Charlie walked behind the giggling females in happy silence. Occasionally someone would exclaim "I love this song!" and, once again, everyone would move back into the dance hall. The cafeteria breathed each song. In came the popular kids, out went the rejects in came the rejects out went the popular kids. A harmonious balance that occurred without notice by the patrons of the rave
Brielle lugged around the large stuffed dragon the whole night. When she wanted to dance she asked a paint spattered December if he would hold it- considering he didn't dance at all. This depressed Annabelle Lee.
"I love this song!" wailed Andromeda, "C'mon!"
December stalled with the fat, fluffy toy tucked under his arm. He appeared unenthused.
"Huh?" he turned his head to Annabelle covered in luminescent paint.
"Why don't you dance with me?"
"Um I'm not a very good dancer " he adjusted a gl
novem- thirtyfiveAs five o' clock approached December and Annabelle went to the school. Along the way early trick or treaters dotted the sidewalks in colorful costumes. Reapers, fairies, ninjas, and other common characters raced to fill their bags with candy.
"That went better then I thought it'd go," December said making a reference to playing video games with Owen and Chrysanthe.
"I suppose it did "
The truck slowed as a J walker crossed the street dressed as a milk carton. December laughed. Annabelle hid her giggles then continued driving. The house decorations differed from house to house. Together, Halloween looked like it would be fun there. She pulled down the stretch of road leading to the school.
"Okay. So you got your fake fangs in?"
"Yeth, nith crown " December struggled to enunciate around the porcelain spears.
"Ha,ha, you sound funny "
"I'm sure you thounded thupid when you got your fangths "
"Not nearly as much as you do."
"Can I thee them?"
"See what? My fangs?"
novem- thrityfour"Gale, Berlin? I'm home "
"And look what the cat dragged in!" Talyn passed by carrying a glass of blood from the garage.
"I knew I smelled something " Harper was tossing a ball into the air and catching it from the couch.
"Hello again," Owen's voice was soft but clearly not friendly- he sat in the easy chair guzzling a pouch of blood.
Chrysanthe came down the stairs, "Oh " she cringed audibly.
She turned and went back up the stairs. Annabelle sighed tirelessly but went to the kitchen nonetheless. She retrieved a glass from a cabinet and went out to the garage. December followed. He recognized the Gatorade cooler sitting atop stacked boxes inside the meat cooler. Placing the glass beneath the nozzle Annabelle pressed the open button. A slow stream of viscous red-black fluid tumbled into the glass. Annabelle's eyes dilated once more. She held the glass to her lips.
"Sorry," she said to December before drinking.
He shrugged. She tilted her head back and threw the liquid int
novem- thirtythreeThey reached the house in good time. Carol had just picked up the phone to call December when he walked in the door.
"Oh there you are. Where'd you go?"
"Just around. Annabelle's here."
"Oh cool, do you guys want anything to eat or drink?" Carol tried to appear completely comfortable with saying "drink" to a once mythical creature.
"We're good. We're going to carve a pumpkin on the kitchen table."
"Carve a pumpkin? O- okay lay out some newspaper and save the seeds in a bowl. I'll roast them in the oven later."
December and Annabelle laid newspaper out over the table and took out a few knives. She set her rabbit up in a chair nearby. December stabbed the knife through the top of the gourd, working to cut off a lid like top. Annabelle watched his struggle. The top finally came off with one final tug.
"Awesome," Annabelle pulled the spider web of seeds off and tossed them into a clear plastic bowl, "I haven't carved a pumpkin since I was like ten," she laughed, ---"Then ag
novem- thirtytwoHalloween: The sun rose casting small rays of light through the thick, billowing clouds. December's alarm clock went off, as it would have on a school day. He beat the "OFF" switch till the clock was silent. His eyes adjusted to the shallow morning light as he stretched. In Jan's room the alarm still buzzed. He heard the sound of her trying to silence it by continuously bashing it with some sort of stuffed animal. He went in and pushed it off for her. She snored in thanks letting the polar bear toy fall out of her hand.
Down stairs all appeared to be quiet to the human ear. Escaping it were the hum of electric appliances, the noise of morning doves cooing outside, and the sound of the cold chilling the glass windows. December turned on the coffee pot on and started the day. After making himself breakfast he dressed himself. In red pen he left a note saying he'd gone out for the day and to call him when they woke up. He needed a walk to clear his mind of the strangest dream.
novem- thirtyoneJan stalked down the stairs dragging the bat behind her. It beat the stairs in rhythm- step, thud, step, thud, step, thud
Annabelle and December looked to Jan.
"Hey " Annabelle Lee answered.
December hugged her closer. She could smell his blood bouncing back and forth from every corner of his body. It was an intoxicating aroma. She fought the urge to bite him.
"What do you want?" December growled.
"To apologize "
"Don't worry about it. You were just trying to protect your brother "
"I can't believe you can forgive me after what I did to you "
"You actually aren't the first "
Jan sat in the easy chair fiddling with her fingers. The wooden bat rested against the fireplace, in reach for Jan to take.
"Why are you still carrying that around?" asked December.
"I'm still sort of untrusting and I know that wood and sunlight do the most damage to her kind."
"I understand your hesitation; I'm not sorry but I am what I am didn't choose to be
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