Ties To The Blood Moon

by Robin P. Waldrop

  Chapter 13

  I sat frozen in disbelief, still not believing what I’d overheard. My eyes were closed letting the cool air to seep into my skin when Luna suddenly jerked on my arm.

  “Come on,” she whispered harshly, dragging me behind. “We have to go before they find us out here.”

  We ran as fast as we could all the way back to the Jeep. We both jumped in and I didn’t bother taking the time to fasten my seatbelt; I just wanted out of there. It was becoming quite clear to me these people had gone mad.

  Luna didn’t talk as we headed toward her house, but from the corner of my eye I saw her taking sidelong glances off and on the whole way. A couple of times, she acted as if she was about to say something but stopped herself. She seemed almost angry about something.

  Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Do they really believe all that stuff about werewolves and vampires?” I asked.

  “Yes…they do. And so do I.” She said ominously, glaring at me.

  I couldn’t wrap my head around all the things I had heard. It seemed like I had fallen asleep in L.A. and woke up in a fantasy realm in Alaska.

  “Are you mad at me?” I asked as we turned onto her road.

  “No.” Luna replied severely.

  “How do you expect me to believe all that crap?” I asked, not wanting to believe Luna was as crazy as the rest of the fine people of Haven.

  “I know it sounds crazy-”

  “Sounds crazy? It is crazy, Luna! You’ve all gone freakin mad.”

  “You have to see it with an open mind.”

  When I glanced at her, she had this look on her face, like she’d been brainwashed. Kind of like Stepford wives only way crazier. At least with that movie it was more believable because a lot of scientists had found evidence leading to the possibility that aliens existed. This was just stupid crazy. Everyone in their right mind knows werewolves and vampires are fiction monsters created to scare people.

  “I’ve read about what happens to people that live in a place where the sun never sets completely for months at a time. After a while they begin to lose touch with reality.”

  “I’m not crazy—we’re all not crazy! I’ve lived my whole life hearing the stories and believing in the Adlet princess. It should be me ascending the throne, not some outsider…not you!”

  “Well, you can have it Luna because I don’t believe it and I don’t want it,” I snapped after losing my temper.

  We pulled into Luna’s driveway, and she opened the passenger door. Instead of getting out she stared out through the windshield like she was thinking about something, probably what I had said. Her eyes filled with tears. “Being the Adlet princess is not only a great honor, it’s also a huge responsibility. Whatever happens, I will not let you make a mockery of my people’s heritage.”

  She jumped out, slammed the door, and ran into her garage. I yelled for her to stop, but she didn’t even slow down.

  On the drive home my knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel as I thought about everything I’d overheard at that meeting, and what Luna had said. I’d seen movies about brainwashing, and wondered if that could have been the case.

  William’s image popped into my head. He seemed to be the closest thing to sane I’d found in Alaska. I heard the song Kryptonite, which was the ringtone I’d assigned to his name. I promptly dug my cell out of my pocket as soon as I pulled into my garage.

  You haven’t texted me. Are you still mad? : ( William wrote, adding a sad face. I was over being angry before I’d gotten out of his car, but I wasn’t quite ready to let him know that.

  I told you I’m not mad. That was the truth. I just wanted to make him wonder for a while.

  Then… what? You don’t want to see me anymore?

  No, I definitely do. The ever popular butterflies had once again returned at the mere thought of seeing him.

  You wanna go on a picnic tomorrow? He texted.

  My heart raced faster with each message. I mentally drooled at the thought of being on a picnic with the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen. How could I refuse.

  Maybe. My trembling fingers wrote, but my mind screamed yes.

  Close enough.

  Close enough to what? I didn’t understand what he’d meant until he wrote right back.

  Did I forget to tell you? Maybe means yes. I’ll pick you up at noon. Bye. ; ) William replied within seconds and had thrown in the word ‘bye.’ My guess was he had done that just in case I might try to say no.

  The garage door slowly started to rise, and startled me. I realized Aunt Bev was back so I jumped out and ran in the house, not wanting her to know I had been anywhere.

  I ran to the den, scooped the remote from the end table, and flipped on the television while diving onto the couch all in one swift move. I had just gotten my breathing under control when I heard the kitchen door open and close.

  “Gen?” she called out from another room.

  I quickly hit the info button to read the name of whatever was on the t.v., so if she asked what I was watching I’d know. E.T. was over and “The People Under The Stairs” was on.

  “I’m watching a movie,” I shouted. “You want to come watch it with me?” I asked, but secretly hoped she’d say no. I hated that movie; it gave me the creeps.

  She stuck her head around the corner. “No thanks.” Her smile was sad and she appeared frazzled. “Can you come into the kitchen please?”

  I had no idea what she wanted unless maybe someone had seen my Jeep. “Uh… yeah, sure.” I was trying to come up with a lie that she would believe, just in case.

  When I rounded the kitchen door I stopped abruptly. Miss Baylor stood at the counter with her back turned to me. She was doing something but I couldn’t see what. I furrowed my brow. “What’s up?” I asked, shifting my glance between the two.

  “Annalisa is here to talk to you.” It quickly became apparent that Annalisa and Miss Baylor was the same person. I remembered hearing Luna’s mom say something about having “Annalisa” perform the test. I stood in the middle of the kitchen wondering if I should run away. It was clear beyond all doubt that Aunt Bev had also been in the sun too long, and she believed in monsters.

  “Hello, Genevieve.” She smiled, opening her hand, arranging a series of small objects and different colored stones on the kitchen table. “Have a seat right here, please.” She patted the back of the chair in front of her

  I looked at Aunt Bev, pleading with my eyes, but I guess she didn’t notice.

  “Would either of you like a cup of jasmine tea?” Aunt Bev asked.

  That’s just great! Here I was stuck in the kitchen with two women, both who have obviously been out in the sun too long, and my aunt was acting as though we were at a freaking tea party.

  “No thanks,” we both answered at the same time.

  “Genevieve-” Miss Baylor started to say something but I cut her off.

  “It’s Gen. Call me Gen.” I said severely.

  “Gen… see these objects I’ve laid out? I want you to pick three of them, any three you want.”

  “Then can I leave?”

  “Yes, then you can go… to your room.” Aunt Bev scoffed.

  I randomly picked two really fast, but for some reason I couldn’t decide on a third object, which I thought was great. If I didn’t pick a third, then it would mean I wasn’t the one they were looking for. “These are the only two that seem right. So… I guess I’m not who you thought I was, am I?” I smiled, feeling good about outsmarting her. Maybe now they would leave me alone.

  Satisfied I had gotten over on her, I started to push my chair away from the table when she stopped me.

  “As a matter of fact, you are exactly who I thought you were.”

  I suddenly felt nauseas. “Huh? You said pick three, but I only picked two.”

  “I know.” Miss Baylor picked up the two objects I had chosen, and when she placed them together they formed the base of a ring. She smiled broadly at my aunt.
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br />   When I looked toward Aunt Bev, I could tell she was forcing herself to smile.

  “I don’t understand.” I scoffed.

  “I purposely asked you to pick three objects, but only the true princess would have been able to pick only two.” She held up the ring made from the two pieces I had chosen. “See? This is the ‘Blood-moon’ symbol.” She let it dangle between her thumb and finger. “This is the symbol marking the Adlet princess.”

  “I don’t believe it…and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise.” I stared at it briefly. “It sure is a funny looking ring with the big hole in the top.” I stood and folded my arms tightly across my chest.

  “Nothing?” Miss Baylor paused for a moment, then came around the table and stood next to me. “Bev, do you have a handheld mirror?” She asked.

  “Yes.” Without questioning her reasoning, Aunt Bev left the kitchen and came back a few minutes later holding a make-up mirror.

  “Nothing you can do with a mirror is going to change my mind. You’re both nuts!”

  “Trust me, Gen. Please.” She spoke in a calm even tone, holding out her hand for me to take, which I reluctantly did. I figured why not. I’d let her show me whatever it was she’d wanted to show me, but in the end it wouldn’t change a thing. I wasn’t the princess now, nor would I ever be.

  She led me through the den with Aunt Bev trailing behind. We stopped in front of the large mirror in the hall.

  “Pull all your hair up and hold it on top of your head.” Miss Baylor instructed.

  I shook my head and shrugged, but still did what she asked. She gently placed her hands on my shoulders and turned my back to the large mirror, and signaled for my aunt to give her the smaller one.

  “Look in the mirror at the reflection of the back of your neck.” She instructed.

  I glanced at first, not expecting to see anything. I then quickly did a double-take, looking harder. I stared in disbelief at a faint tattoo-like picture beginning to form on the back of my neck. I rubbed it hard with my hand, thinking somehow they’d drawn it and I could erase it. In the end, all I managed to do was make my neck really red, and the picture was still there. My jaw still hung open when I looked at Miss Baylor.

  “The closer time gets to the blood moon, the clearer the mark of royalty will become.”

  “But-” I floundered and trailed off, not really knowing what to think or say. I was lost in thought when a loud banging at our front door startled me. Aunt Bev’s head spun toward the door, and when the banging came again, she went answer it.

  “Wait!” Miss Baylor shouted at her, before turning to me.“Put your hair down,” Miss Baylor whispered appearing quite panicked. “You must not show or tell anyone! Do you understand?” She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked straight in my eyes.

  “Why not?” I asked confused.

  “Your life will be in danger if anyone finds out. Remember…show no one,” she whispered firmly.