Silver Night's Blue Moon

Chapter 5 : POWER

(Warning: Long Chapter!)

February seemed to have disappeared overnight. Now it was late April and prom night, senior banquets, and graduation were hurtling towards us senior students. Although I read it for myself, I still had a difficulty fathoming Ozario as a contract killer. Could he really do things like that stuff I read? I kept studying the idea over and over again as I tried to find a dress on the racks for prom. It was the same Woman's Parlor where, on my very first date, I got the blue dress. They began selling prom dresses at half the price.

For some reason, Edward, Ozario, Jacob, and Henry came along with us girls just to watch. Edward was roaming off somewhere with Bella. Hen and Jake sat down by the girl's dressing room on a couple of couches. Ozario leaned against a wall with a mirror in it, playing a game on the phone that he was good at. While Renesmee and I tried on clothes, the three talked. Renesmee had found what she was searching for. Me, it took about 20 unique styles and a bunch of teasing, on the other hand. They all had a comment every time I walked out, and Ozario kept laughing at my endless jokes. Only once did he blush because I came out in a two-piece prom dress and I must have worn something that he liked. He concealed his blushing behind the white, square pillar and laughed it off. Eventually, we all agreed that nothing looked satisfyingly suitable on me. Why was I having trouble finding a dress?

Ozario walked up to me, one hand on his chin. "She looked better in blue and black, but I don't think she was complimented enough by such colors?"

From behind me, Alice came and touched the last dress I was wearing, "I think so too – not for prom anyway. What do you have in mind?"

Ozario was still and thinking. Idea! "Would you like to help, Alice," Onyx asked, placing his hands in his pockets? "I will make something red for her, if it'll do."

The face of Alice lit up and she nodded. She looked at me with an extremely happy face and exclaimed, "You are going to be so gorgeous! I think a nice dark red or, oh, MAROON would do!"

Ozario smiled excitedly at me as he reached out his fingers towards me and wiggled them. "Yesss. Perfect."

"What?" I looked back and forth between the two of them. Wait a second. I remember the last time the two of you cooperated! "Bella!"

Bella came out from behind the racks. "Sorry, can't save you."

I gave Bella a look of disdain and disappointment. I knew that the partnership between Alice and Ozario was unbeatable when it came to clothes and events, but Bella could have at least tried to help me out! A few days before the prom night, I kept going between my feminine and masculine sides. On the one hand, I was really excited about the prom. I actually had a date.

On the other hand, I just wished I could go in some jeans or a pants suit at least? However, life was just not that fair. Since shopping, Ozario has not been seen in a few days. He was still working on that dress with Alice, I guess. Lately, in the morning, I could feel him slipping out from under the covers and leaving. My nightmares were coated with the thoughts of him being beside me, so when he left, I wouldn't get them. I got up from bed and got ready for today.

| In the bathroom mirror, I noticed that the tree leaves sounded closer than before. I looked at the scabbed bitemark Caius left above my elbow. The sounds increased from the outside from the windows and I shook my ears with my palm. Quickly, I exited the room. |

I also didn't realize how much I had been observing Onyx in the kitchen until that afternoon when I cooked for myself. During weekdays, he usually cooked because he was always pushing me out of the way. Ozario was really an odd individual for that. I'd cook on weekends because I'd try hard to convince him to let me or I would be alone. For the moment, that was kind of routine. Since he cooked more, I noticed that every move I had made imitated his cooking style. Every time my hand landed on something, my touch was as graceful as I could be. Behind me, I heard a noise, but it could just be something that had fallen off the counter. Near the corner of my eye, a hand lifted. I looked up to find that Ozario was holding a strawberry near my face.

"What is this? You're actually cooking," Onyx asked, sarcastically smirking?

I put some soup on the spoon and blew it up. I stuffed it in Ozario's mouth while it was still a little open. It was supposed to shut him up, but I wanted him to taste it too. Because of my sudden action, the confused Ozario randomly placed his index finger on his lips, and his cheeks began to glow red. I smiled at him, trying to hold my giggling back. He smiled back at me, then sat down behind the countertop.

"Miso soup? It's great, Cati," he complimented.

I turned back to watch the pot. "How long have you been watching me," I asked?

"A while," Ozario answered. He tapped his fingers on the table. "I can see that you paid attention incredibly well. It's impressive. I didn't think you've noticed that much of me."

"I always notice you, just like you always notice me," I reminded him.

I turned off the soup and walked to the counter to start cutting some fruit. As I picked up the knife, ready to slice, Ozario grabbed my hand in a hurry. I gawked at him in surprise. Onyx relaxed, then let go of my hand. I was looking at him, confused. Did I scare him? I had given my focus back to fruit, cutting up a few.

Ozario made me feel a little uncomfortable about this. He kept staring like he hoped nothing bad would happen. My mind was so deeply focused on the unnerving feeling of his eyes, which also started holding my hands back from doing what I wanted to do. I tried hard to focus on cutting until Ozario put his hand over mine again.

"I must be scaring you. You almost cut your finger," Onyx informed.

I looked down at the knife bent a little from Ozario's hand that covered mine. I shook my head, shrugged. "Uh… I'm sorry," I breathed out.

Ozario responded, "You don't have to apologize for this. You say that for nothing. I'm the one who freaked you out. I'm going to give you some space. 'Bout to go read, kay?"

I nodded and Onyx left with wobbling legs in a split second. My brows knitted together. I know that I saw him wobble. In any case, I went back to cutting, which now felt much easier. That was the first time I had ever experienced so much tension from him. I wonder what was going through his mind, and why was he so afraid of me cutting fruit? Did Alice say something to him? Or what? I looked for honey in a few cabinets. As I reached inside one of them to get the new bottle, a note fell out. To see what it was, I picked it up. On the front, my name was written, so I opened it. It read:

Hold his nose.

"Da freak?" I focused on the words, trying to understand.

I held the note and honey in my hands while walking back to the counter. I set the note down as my eyes followed, and then tried to open the bottle. It was tougher than usual to open it. I took the knife with which I had been using and tried to lift the silver top off a bit. I accidentally sliced across most of my fingers in a miscalculation and dropped the bottle of honey. All four of my fingers began to sting and ooze blood as the honey spread slowly across the floor. Hold his nose! It rang my mind. Hold his nose! In my thoughts, the note just kept repeating until I looked up and squeezed my healthy hand onto Ozario's nose. He felt ice cold in my pinching fingers. His eyes were tightly shut and squeezed.

Ozario held my waist, then gently pushed my hand away from him. Onyx shook his head and began making noises like sneezing. He backed himself up from me, covering his nose, bumping into a counter. When Onyx opened his eyes at last, they were a deep, rich black. I looked down and saw my blood running to the tips of my fingers on my hurt hand. With my other hand, I covered it. My heart started to pound heavily, causing my body to throb with every beat. I started to hear unusual sounds. Something like another heartbeat I heard pulsing really fast and harsh. It came from the chest of Ozario. Focusing there, I could hear the blood in his veins moving like a thick stream of water in a tunnel. I had become slightly more afraid.

Hesitant, Ozario release his face, ever so gingerly took my arm, and started running cool water in the kitchen sink. Onyx shoved my hand in to clean off the blood. After trembling, his body began to relax a little as he looked into my eyes with a half-hearted smile. His eyes were oozing back to their silver color. Onyx led me to the bathroom and checked for something underneath the cabinet. He brought out a couple of cotton balls and Peroxide, then combined them. I walked closer to him, holding my hand, until Oni took it. He rubbed my wounded hand lightly with the cotton and pulled out some Band-Aids. He placed them, gently, gently, over the scars. His cautious touch was much softer than usual like he was too worried to lay a finger on me.

Ozario sighed. In his eyes, I knew he was disappointed that he almost attacked me. "Are you alright, Cat?"

I shrugged. I guess, I was. It was more frightening to see Ozario in his predator state. I nervously asked, "Are you? You were so… I don't know… different?"

Onyx made a face of sorrow. His inner brows were lifting, and his twinkling eyes were staring down. Ozario fell on his butt to the floor. "I... don't know… I've scorned human blood with a passion since 1851... I don't really want to talk about it..." he replied, burying his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry. I was ugly against you."

I bit my lip and sat down with him on the floor. If, right now, he didn't want to talk about it. I wasn't going to force him. All I could guess was that, because of those past regrets, he hated human blood. That was all I needed to know for now.

"Um… Do you want to help me finish the food in there…please," I pleaded?

Surprise filled Ozario's eyes. He looked up at me and spent a moment thinking about it. We nodded our heads slowly and smiled. We got up from the floor and headed back to the kitchen. I made a traditional home-meal my mom taught me and a mini chocolate cake with fruits on top. Ozario and I spoke about various things that were distracting and mindless, so that he would keep his mind off my hand. For a little while, it worked, but not for me to be honest. I could still hear strange activity... from his body.

The heart of Ozario switched between speeds and even skipped now and then. I still heard his blood sound like partially dense water flowing through pipes or tunnels. Like two warm flesh moist from a bath, his muscles and tissue were rubbing together. Suddenly, I begin to hear the voice of Ozario behind the ones that he just spoke out loud. At this very moment, while he continued talking about spoons and eye colors, I put the fork on the table, listening to all the things Onyx was afraid of.

"It's okay, Ozario. You're not going to harm me. You're not the same man that you were two centuries ago. Keep trying to let go of those troubles. I'm here, okay," I comforted.

Ozario blinked in confusion and lowered his spoon. "What?"

I caught all I had just let out of my mouth. Ozario did not seem to understand me. But didn't Ozario know what he was telling me? He's worried that he might try to hurt me again. Then again, at the same time, he was just talking about spoons and eye colors... So, how did he say that... aaand...? How the freak does talking work? "I don't know... uh... I don't know why I was... I'm going to bed," I've resorted to reply. I hurried to put away my things and stood up.

"But it's, like, One PM. Why are you going now," Onyx questioned?

"Nap time!"

I ran out of the kitchen, ignoring him. After jogging near the window, I stopped. I realized I was listening to the life of nature. Not like normal birds tweeting; more like a soft breeze, as if someone's breath in my ear, blowing. I heard the patter of ant feet on the ground. I walked to the back porch, looking at the area around us. The creek sounded more like an ocean with harsh waves against rocks. The minerals were scraping against each other. I heard the flapping of the wings of a bird with the following sound of airflow through its feathers. And the insects that crawled ten miles from where I stood. My stomach was churning in fear. What's going on with me? I heard Ozario walking slowly from the kitchen to me. His skin sounded sticky to the wood like the wood was trying to hold him but kept failing to.

Ozario stood beside me and asked, "Cat, what's going on?"

His voice sounded so perfect, an enchanting god-like sound. That lowered my left brow. My attention was focused on his lips. Until now, I had never noticed the way he adorably lisped. I mean, I knew he did, but until now, it wasn't as accentuated. He made good use of his resonators too. | I thought at first that it sounded as lovely as a Shakespearean love story. He could actually comprehend the language as if he had lived through that period of time, but he didn't. I was wrong to think that, and in a way, it was kind of cliché. Since I had this opportunity to notice his voice better, sometimes when he wasn't trying to adapt to today's slang, I began to think of things that he would say to me. Despite understanding both of them very well, it was easier for him to read Edgar's stories compared to Shakespeare's stories. He had a gift for using the intellectual language, even though he hadn't used it all the time. His speech leaned more on the stories by Edgar Allan Poe, which, if done correctly, the way of it was absolutely beautiful. It was hypnotizing and easier to understand, a different kind of language than Shakespeare. I supposed that's why the time period he was born in was called, the Romantic Era. Edward was the same but he was more formal than Ozario. What made the difference? Why could I hear that clearer now than before. Why? |

"I'm hearing everything…" I answered while my eyes grew larger.

When he touched me, Ozario looked down at my hurt hand. He held it into his palm and whispered, "The loss of your blood…"

Ozario dragged me with him off the porch deck. We ran a little deeper into the woods. Onyx slowly paused and turned towards me. Ozario's hand covered my eyes to help me hear more clearly. This time, I had a lot more to pay attention to. I heard the rustling of the leaves, which sounded like the storms we would get in Forks, when the branches snapped together and the leaves were the rain of crumpled paper. The bugs flying no longer sounded like a buzz, but more like the wing of a bird flapping 1,000 times faster to human ears. More whoosh rather than whistle though. Under Onyx's moving feet, I heard the loud crunch of grass and a bit of squeaking from them. I was listening to the funny thoughts of an animal, which sounded a little strange. Some animals wanted families, some were just waking up, and some animals searched for food. I didn't know how funny it was to hear the prey versus the predator until now. It's kind of dark humor.

The family just realized that Onyx and I were gone. Since Renesmee was studying, I could hear them whispering inside the house. And then, for the first time, I started to hear Edward's thoughts. He was listening to our thoughts. Edward and I were freaked out about this. I mean, we were scared of the new knowledge that I could read his mind now. The two of us had no idea how to explain that.

| Oh, my gosh! Dude, I can hear you, I thought to Edward!

Yes, but that... H-How? That's not good.

My shoulders slumped. Is it supposed to be bad?

I could understand that he was blinking from far away. He thought about my question. I don't know?

Holy s**t, I excitedly fangirled in my head! This is craz... |

"What can you hear," Ozario invaded my thoughts by asking me?

"So many things." I smiled. Is this what a vampire hear all the time?

I could hear the feet of travelers crushing the grass and even smell the scent blowing our way eight miles from here, like freshly mowed lawn. Their ideas were far away but easy enough to comprehend. How was I able to hear ideas and decisions from people? I could imagine what they were feeling by listening to the languages of their bodies. Not only that, but while my eyes were covered, for some reason, I could see Ozario as a kid. He looked just like he did behind me, thinner and a little less mighty. He stood in front of some burning buildings and the outdoor wooden stage. His brother kept trying to move him, but Ozario wasn't going to budge. He looked so... livid. His young eyes were red and the flames were burning brightly through the irises. I could hear that Oni was talking to himself.

"I… will kill them… I will kill them all… and never let these people suffer again. Never… Never… Never… Nev…" he repeated over and over.

- Flash into Ozario's deep thoughts/Sneak Peek of Life vol 1 -

I was twitchy. I was twitchy. I was livid. I was talking about revolutionary ideas and ways of killing those sick bastards. My blood was boiling like fire and then ran immediately cold. My heart shut down. But I couldn't hear Enriqué's voice over my sick thoughts; I could not see Enriqué shaking me and screaming at me to pull me out! A grim cheese spread crossed my face, and my eyes could only see blood red... the blood red sky.

That ban of the exiled killed my neighbors, my friends, my cathedral, my pastor and his wife, my parents, my mama… My mother. My mother! My mother! My motherfucking mother is gone! You robbed me of my father! You stole what we just created! There was so much to aim for! So much he was just about to show me! So many questions to ask! I hadn't had time to...! My home is dead! My got-damn home is dead! Dead, dead, DEAD dead, f*****g DEAD, Dead, dead! I thought of the head I had cut off long ago. That clan stole everything from us! If only it was over before this. Dammit!

My senses became acute, sight and smell. Enriqué finally moved away from me because he was pulled back by Joshua. I dismissed their facial expressions, for I knew that if I saw them, they would immediately stop my vengeance. More than anything, I wanted a sword, a knife or a gun like my father would have usually worn. I yearned for one to find then murder each of those bastards who had the audacity to take everything! I don't care if this town looked down on me. I don't care about the traumas and punishments I had to face. They killed the things that mattered most to me, and that gives me the right to take from them what's as valuable. My arm was stiff, and my hand suddenly felt heavy. I looked down to find a rapier sword like my father's in my fist. Lovingly, I grinned a malicious grin. Perfect.

"This agony is not over, my family. I'll return to you once I've completed what I mean to do. "

"Please, Ozzi, this you should not do," Henry kindly pleaded to me.

I dashed through the forest away from my brother and friend, who called after me. The stench of that maldito clan was strong in the air. Their scent was unbearably strong, but easy to find them. When I finally came to a halt, I sensed my enemies were close and stood behind a tree. I found them huddled, singing and drinking in a circle. Those buffoons. They hadn't even journeyed far enough to celebrate with drinks. Take all kinds of sinful delights. It's your last.

I had found 15 female survivors behind them. The faces of the women were nervous, and hopelessly, miserable and afraid. They were all chained as slaves together. The two lassies I rescued before were also caught. They saw me in the distance behind the tree, the look on their faces was terror but now with some hope.

Some of the men were about to take turns with all of my town's most beautiful damsels. The women all panicked. One of the girls I saved looked at me. Shh. One man yanked the arm of a pale hair woman, which made the chain rip a piece of her skin off. I heard her blood drip out and the multiple white cells coming to slowly repair her small wound. Her heart pounded wildly, leading mine to do the same thing. It was the stimulus that forced me to be brave. This made me strong enough to get my vengeance and inspiration for these women to be rescued. Her blood's smell was very attractive. My throat swelled and dried. What's the meaning of this? Could this have been the feeling my father would get, or those other vampires would get, when they were ready to feed? I touched my throat, and my nose wrinkled. Upon seeing where the two female friends were ogling, a man spotted me.

The man was grimacing. "What the f**k? How are you still alive?! You just won't die, will you," he screamed with a vile voice.

The man threw the bleeding girl onto the ground. She immediately crawled back to the other women. I glided through the trees and through the bushes. All the members of the black-coated group were standing on their feet. Those who had a pounding heart sent wonderful vibes to my veins. The moment a smirk crossed my face, they laughed at me for my slender figure. Their hearts, however, punched their chests harder. I heard the gross sound of one man swallowing his saliva in terrific fear. That one pointed his cross bow to me before his allies to fake his boldness.

I sent him a long icy glare. The head of that vampire I decapitated long ago was implanted into my brain. His morbid, pale eyes I had once stared into rose the adrenaline in me higher. All I could think about was wanting to do the same to these people who truly deserved it. I wanted this man's own bow that he pointed at me to turn towards his neck and betray him. Gradually, I caused the metal bow to atrociously and excruciatingly behead him. Slowly, slowly. In utter fear, he shouted until, finally, he shut the hell up. The scent of the wet dog, urine, and the blood of the dead man afterward filled my nose. The blood was splattered everywhere. The members had numerously priceless, horrific, and lovely responses, which fueled my fury. You don't deserve to be scared. This was all your doing. Karma is horrible, innit? That's what my dark shadow was looking for – to avenge my home! It felt incredible to be this destructive, this bad. It was entertainment! I had so much more in store for them.

Let's begin. I impressively, cleverly wiped out a few of them. When my throat started burning from all the blood splashing upon my face from the wolves, I became a little curious about the taste. So, with my teeth, I tore the neck of a member right off his body. His blood splashed on my lips and I... liked it. The wolves' blood stunned my nose miserably, such a horrible smell, but that part I overlooked. I… planned to kill them all, okay?

Up to that point, I hadn't realized how ravenously thirsty I was. The blood I drank from the wolves gave me a huge surge of energy. A great power! It's like all this time I had missed something and it was this! Their blood gave me more knowledge: the things they knew and were great at, I stole it all. I used their own skills against them with strategy like my mother taught me. As I continued to destroy the exiled and their new members, my strength had become vigorous!

I blasted a clan member and as if my blast was a portal, I zipped through it to cut off his head, instead transform into a silver wolf and ripped it off. Because of the blood I drank, my internal wolf had been freed and strong. The knowledge I absorbed from the wolves, how they transformed and how to control their part, helped me get a hold on my new look. I could never have dreamed I could turn into a pure white beast! I was magnificent! The remaining six clan members were getting ready to shoot me down, I growled at them and dash towards them. By the time they shot their pistols and crossbows, I had vanished.

Unexpected to them, I shifted in and out of transformation, killing every last one, taking the blood from those who had any to share. Once I was through with everyone, I looked around me. The eyes… their eyes! They all stared at me! I couldn't stand it but couldn't stop myself either… I was covered in blood. Ugh, yuck! Quickly, I gathered and burned the bodies to hell. My hands were colored by the dripping red. That I began to hate more and more as I thought about what I had done to them. Oh… Dios mío… I… I've got… I'm cursed…

From the corner of my eyes, I looked at the women behind me. I wiped off my face and licked my fingers. I cautiously walked over to them and tried to soften my expression. My new-found lust for blood was still raging within me. It didn't help them to fear me now, because my dark side was inflamed by their terrified eyes. I had to carefully remove their chains so I wouldn't hurt them. Just tap and run, Ozzi. Tap and run. The two girls I had previously saved kneeled down to take my hands. I couldn't bring myself to stop loving their fearful expressions, as frightened and as cautious as they were. This is not how my mother raised me. This was not who I was. How could I feel this way? It's disgusting. I hate it but blood is so good.

- End of flashnack/Sneak Peek of Life vol 1 -

To be continued...