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Blood and Chocolate Shugoed Version
Ghost Moon
Flames shot high, turning the night lurid with carnival light. Sparks took place of the stars. The century old inn was a sihouette fronting hell, as everything Amu knew was consumed in fire.
Two figures broke from the smashed doorand ran towards the woods where she stood, their night clothes smeared with soot, their faces white with terror. The person who pushed them out disappeared once more inside. Another window exploded.
Three of the cottages were in flames, too, and the barn. Horses screamed in terror as they were chased from the stables by a handful of boys.
In the west Virginia hills, miles from the nearest town, they didn't expect a fire engine to arrive.
Somewhere behind her a woman wailed and wailed. "Tthey did it on purpose. They burned us out."
"Get her into one of the trucks," a male voice yelled. "I'm bringing the other car around."
"Watch out for snipers," a female voice said called back. "They might be waiting to pick us off as we leave."
"Head for Maryland," Amu heard her mother say. "We'll meet at Rudy's."
Amu felt a tug on her arm. Her mother, Midori stood panting beside her. "I put Aunt Nobuko in my car. Where's your father?" Now that she stood alone with her daughter, her voice rose in panic.
"He went back in," Amu answered, her words roughened by smoke and tears, "With Ikuto and Nikaidou."
"Tsumuga!" Midori started toward the building and Amu grabbed her and held on tight. "No! You can't both be in there. I can't stand it."
Midori fought to get away, but at fifteen, Amu was her match. "You can't stop him," Amu said. "He swore t protect the pack."
"But I need to be beside him," Midori begged. "They're my people, too."
What have I done? Amu thought. If only she'd stopped the boys this might noy have happened. If only she'd told her father they were out of control.
Figures came around the side of the house. Nikaidou led a slight young woman not much older than Amu. Ikuto had a shreiking bundle in his arms.
The fire roared its victory; then, with a crack as if a giant's spine had snapped, a central beam gave way, and the roof collapsed in a peacok tail of sparks and flame.
"Daddy!" Amu screamed.
But it was too late