This was actually an essay assignment for my english class sophmore year and i really liked it so i thought that i'd tweak it alittle so that its a vampire story! tell me how i did! please :)
~The Second Moon~
They came on the Night of Two Moons. We were busy, my tribe, celebrating the death of Roaring Streams. Roaring Streams was the chief of our enemy tribe. He died quite recently and the reason for his sudden death is unknown and no one cares. The Twin River Tribe was actually the first to hear the news, and it spread through the family tree like wild fire. A grand festival celebration was thrown. Late in the night and far away in the mountain trees, one could hear the shouts and hollers, feel the rumbling earth caused by the wild dancing, and smell the scent of the feast. And that is exactly where I was, far away in the mountain trees watching the fires glow and the smoke rise into the night sky, atop the branches of my favorite tree. I enjoy exploring and traveling so much that I am almost never at our village, and no one misses me. At first, my parents and friends were worried about my constant absences but, soon they grew accustomed to it. I am known by my people, as Driftria, meaning wanderer.
While lying in my tree and gazing anxiously through the leaves at the luminous moon and deep blue sky, I noticed something far across the waters. It was on the horizon, like a sunrise, but gave the same icy color as the moon. I stared at it in wonder, and as I stared, it grew. Anyone with the right mind-set would run back to the tribe and tell what they saw. But, my feet stayed as planted as the tree I stood upon; my long, black hair whipping past my excited eyes in the wind. Soon, it was even closer and I could see that it was like a magnificent canoe. It haltered the wind and glided over the waves smoothly towards our land.
That is when something surprised me. My legs buckled under me and I slipped from my branch down to where the earth caught me with a thud. I rolled to my back and looked up towards my tree to see a grinning face. It is Raining Falls, my sister, who is rolling with laughter and tears above me. Still giggling, she jumps from the tall oak and lands neatly beside me. Temporarily side-tracked, I get up to push her and she dances out of reach. I sigh angrily then remember the weird boat.
"Raining Falls, did you see it? Did you see it?" I exclaim.
"See what little sister?" she asks confused. I finally have the upper hand. I finally know something she does not, a secret.
"I'm not telling, you have to guess." I respond confidently. She will never be able to guess. She rolls her eyes then a thought comes to her. She smiles slyly.
"Tell me or I'll tell your boyfriend, Autumn Leaves, where your hiding place is." She teases.
"Uh! I hate Autumn Leaves! And you can tell him I said that AGAIN! This is not fair!" I pout.
"Do you want the birds to tell him where your hiding place is or not?" Raining Falls asks.
"FINE!" I shout, "Come with me." I lead the way back up to my branch and point to the big white boat that is now pulled ashore. She catches her breath.
"Why did you not tell anyone before?" She asks. I simply shrug.
"I will be right back. I am going to tell Chief." She slides down the tree.
"I will not be here when you get back," I mumble to her knowing that if she cannot hear me, she cannot argue or try to stop me.
Once I am certain that she is gone, I slowly walk towards the shore. My heart is beating wildly, my breath is coming as if I have just finished running through the West plains, and my stomach feels like I have eaten a thousand butterflies live. But a smile stretches my face. I have not felt this way in what feels like a hundred sunrises. Finally, I reach my destination, I kneel by a tree near the shore, hidden, as I watch as many pale faces walk off their huge canoe. One, two, three and four, five, six, seven and eight and nine… I quickly lost count. They all are smiling but their faces warp those smiles to make them look mischievous. Their teeth are longer then any that i have ever seen, those of a tiger or wolf! This scares me... Just because they came from the sea, I remind myself, does not mean they are not kind. I continue to watch the men emerge and, after a while, the line ends. The last to come ashore was the one who caught my attention. He was not like the others, who were far older than him, and his face held a smile that smoothed and warmed his features instead of contorting them. It was difficult to look away.
As I watched, the men dispersed their own way to gather or explore. However, I did not understand the reason to bring those shiny, hollow sticks with them. They probably use them to hunt the wild animals, I guessed. And I was very shocked to see the boy holding one. He was probably my age, around fourteen or fifteen years old, and we are not allowed to fiddle with the sharp rods or the arrows.
As if to answer my wonderings, the colorless boy anxiously tested the weight of it in both hands. It made me giggle softly. They broke apart quickly but the boy traveled alone. After they were gone I went quietly up to their boat. I walked up the piece of flattened wood and into the boat carefully; I was afraid that one of them might have chosen to stay inside. It was quiet, so I tip-toed. Bright lights that shined like the sun greeted me and as my eyes grew accustomed to it I saw a whole new world.
"Wow." I exhaled at the marvelous things before me, trinkets scattered everywhere. There was a fancy cot that stood upon its own legs against the left wall. I walked to a grand table on the right side of the big hut. Atop it lay a big paper curled up on opposite ends and on it was drawn a large, blue circle with green blots on it. Standing next to the table was a big ball that looked like the paper. I spun it and the colors blended.
"This is the most amazing thing I have ever seen!" I laughed aloud. "The colors, the lights without sun, the shiny objects that surround me, they are beautiful! What are they? What do these people call them? How are they used?" I jumped up and down exhilarated. And even though I was talking to myself, a voice answered me.
"That there is a globe." The sound shot fear up my spine. My silk black hair swung in a circle as I whirled to the door, but that is where he was.
"I am sorry!" I said with my voice a rushed whisper. My heart was stuck in my throat and beated against it as if it was trying to escape.
"Oh! No, no, do not worry. You misunderstand." He said soothingly, and quickly, realizing he was still crouched in a low to the ground as if he was ready to pounce, he stood up and relaxed his jaw. As I stared at his mouth I noticed that two long teeth receded beck into his gums. "You are in no danger." My palms were still sweaty and shaking, but he held my eyes. "MY. NAME. IS. MARCUS." He said slowly as if I did not understand.
"I am Driftria." I said as my heart slowly sank back down into its proper place.
"You can speak English!" His eyebrows shot up amazed, which made me smile again as I corrected him.
"No. You speak Cherokee. Somewhat."
"'Somewhat,'" he echoed. It amused him. "Let me teach you what these things are, Driftria." He said smiling.
"Okay." I whispered, still trapped in his liquid eyes. We seemed to be there for days as he pointed to alien things and said their names. I echoed them and they sounded strange coming out of my mouth. We went on like this throughout the 'ship,' talked about how different our villages are, and taught each other games.
Afterwards, I decided to show him my lands. I showed him our corn and rice fields, and my hiding place, and where the best animals are, and finally Rushing Water Lake that holds the tastiest fish. It was funny watching him trying to fish using his hands and he fell in more than twice! But what caught my attention, and slightly scared me as much as it fascinated me, was the speed he used when hunting he was almost a blur when he was concentrating on doing something, when he was intent.
The sun began to sink behind the blue hills, turning the sky purple and we realized at the same time that it was time to go. Only I didn't want to leave. And I didn't want him to leave. I have just learned so much about a world I never knew existed and I don't want it to end.
"Meet me here tomorrow," I whispered.
"I promise." Was his simple reply.
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