Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight or its characters. But like most people I think it was cut way to early. So if we cannot watch it on tv we might as well read the fans stories.
Summary: Mick St. John never thought he would see a familiar face again after being turned into a vampire 60 years ago. Especially this face.
The Alternative
Present day: LA 2008:
After the rough past couple of weeks I decide to take the night off and visit Beth at work and watch her live report of an award ceremony honoring Scott Hutcherson- a wealthy, well respected elderly man who spent his entire life trying to prevent violence against women and children. Beth has been tired of reporting about people who don't deserve the acknowledgment or attention that the media has been giving them. So tonight instead of the usual murder or kidnapping she gets to report about someone who worked their entire life to make difference for the better and not the alternative. I get there right as the ceremony begins. I don't let Beth see me because I don't want to distract her. The Mayor who was friends with Scott Hutcherson is the honorary speaker and he talks about all the amazing things Mr. Hutcherson has accomplished in his life and how this award could not go to anyone more deserving or kind as Mr. Hutcherson. Sadly Mr. Hutcherson died a few weeks at the age of 70 of lung cancer and there to accept his award was his grandson Alexander Hutcherson. I look over at Beth and see the tears in her eyes as she listens to all the loving things Alexander has to say about his grandpa. I hear him explain how he couldn't have made it through it the past few weeks without his wife who also was very, very close to his grandpa who thought of her more like a daughter than his grandson's wife. I turn my head right as he calls her to the stage. I thought Coraline would be the last familiar face I would ever see from my mortal past. But as I stand here frozen and unable to take my eyes off the stage I see a face that I could of only dreamt of seeing in this life or my mortal life, My 18 year old sister Gemma.
Flashback: Medfield,CA 1948:
When I was 20 years old my 18 year old sister went missing in November 1948 after leaving her boyfriend James Newton's house. In his statement to the police James claimed that he and my sister got into a huge arguement and she stormed out of the house and started walking down the road about ten 'o clock. He assumed that she was walking home. I never understood why he didn't go after her or make sure she got home safely. Honestly I didn't understand why Gemma was with him in the first place. She was a beautiful girl who had the greenest eyes I have ever seen and long beautiful red hair. Besides being beautiful, Gemma wanted to become something more that just some girl from Medfield, California- unlike James who had no problem working at the plant his entire life and drinking beer with his buddies everynight. He also never appreciated Gemma and talked to her like she was a dog. I should have kicked his ass the first time Gemma told me some of the things he would say to her, but knowing all that would do is upset Gemma and make things harder for her, I backed off. They had gotten in a lot of fights, but nothing to the point of Gemma walking home by herself at ten 'o clock at night. I told her numerous times to never be alone at night. It had become very dangerous in Medfield the past few years with an increase of drunks roaming around town at night looking for trouble, armed robberies at the corner of every convenience store, the sometimes life threatening fights between soldiers and whoever they could get their hands on. If you thought it could not get any worse it does, because about a month before Gemma disappeared, an increase in rapes started to occur to women walking by themselves at night. So I ask myself again, how in the hell did James not go after her or at least follow her to make sure she got home safely knowing how it was for women at night? Instead my vulnerable little 18 year old sister whom I have always held very dear to my heart was missing in that godforsaken town. All I wanted to do was save her, but I didn't even know where to start or if she was even alive.
A few weeks had passed and there was still no leads in Gemma's disappearance. James Newton, Gemma's worthless boyfriend had been interrogated by the police and thought to be a suspect because of the odd circumstance of him not checking on Gemma and making sure she made it home safely in this crime-waiting-to-happen town. But he was soon released because the detectives had not one shred of hard evidence that pointed to him. Without a body it was all circumstantial anyways. They had no evidence that pointed to anybody. It was like she vanished in thin air. Not one person was able to say that they saw her the night of her disapperance. After six months and still no type of lead that pointed the detectives in any direction whatsoever, it began to suck the life out of our parents, Dennis and Tricia, who started to believe that she must be dead. What else could they believe? If Gemma in anyway possible could have contacted us she would have. She would have never made my parents go through that if she could have prevented it. Gemma loved them with all her heart and my parents loved her just as much. So what other plausible explanation could there be? Even if Gemma was in some kind of trouble and she felt like the only answer to her problem was to leave town, she would have let me know something. Our entire lives we told each other everything. We never kept the other one in the dark about anything. Those six months were the most heart wrenching days. I am Gemma's big brother. I should have protected her and to this day I have never forgiven myself for that. I also should have kicked James Newton's ass and not cared if Gemma would have been mad at me. Just maybe if I could have done something...ANYTHING...she never would have left walking that night by herself. Sometimes I made myself think that she was just at Aunt Lou's for awhile helping her out like she always did. She loved helping people in anyway she could. So why could no one help her when she needed help the most? After a year and not a lead whatsoever, my parents who had lost all hope of Gemma ever coming home, made the hardest decision any parent would have to make in their lives- they had declared Gemma Louise St. John legally dead. Making that decision was so sickening to my parents that they held off her funeral for awhile because they could not leave house, they were so grief stricken. When they finally decided to have the funeral I had to practically drag my once happy, loving parent's lifeless bodies out of bed to get them ready for their now 19 year old daughter's funeral with no body to bury. My parents had to live the rest of their lives with no closure, no body to bury and all these unanswered questions that they had the right to know the answers to. My mother passed away in 1956 of a heart attack and not even six months later my father died of natural causes. But to anyone who knew my father- like actually knew him- knows he could not live life head on without my mother. Gemma's disappearance was devastating enough but to have live the rest of his life remembering that without his love, his soul, his life there was no need to go on. He died of a broken heart/soul.I loved my parents very much and they loved me. I felt their love every second of my mortal life. When I met Coraline Duvall I thought that I finally found someone that I could live a long, happy life with; someone who could bring me back to life. Instead she did the total opposite and sucked the life right out of me. She gave me this never ending life sentence. Now for eternity I will live with all the sadness, emptiness, and loneliness I have felt since the day Gemma dissappeared. I'm just thankful my parents did not to live to see their son turned into a vampire. I am a monster. It would have been so much harder living this life sentence knowing my parents would have suffered another loss of as child that mysteriously disappears for some unkown reason. Like they were never there in the first place. Once again with unanswered questions and once again attending a bodiless funeral. The same life that until their dying day, were still trying to cope with the loss of my sister. And if my sister really is dead, hopefully my parents will get what they have wanted since they first heard of Gemma's disappearance- closure and to be reunited with Gemma. Something I too have always dreamt of, but for some reason those were not the cards I was dealt. Coraline made sure of that when she sucked the life out of me and turned me into a vampire. She gave me the life of immortality but all I knew about this life is that I will never be reunited with Gemma again.