Chapter one: The beginning

Andrew was bored out of his mind. The line for looking at the giant carved pumpkins at the Chicago botanical gardens seemed to to never. It was the gardens special NIGHT OF 1000 JACK-O-LANTERNS.

Earlier in the week, his mom had told him that she had a spare pair of ticket or two and was wondering what his plans were. Long story short, he didn't get a choice.

Reminiscing wasn't helping to ease the doldrum. In front of him a group of twenty somethings were taking their sweet time admiring a pumpkin that had two black cats facing a moon with their two tails crossing to make a heart.

Andrew pulled his hoodie up and pulled the zipper on his leather jacket up higher, trying to get out of the cold wind that had been plaguing the garden. Hunkered down, he swiftly took a quick look at the pumpkin the twenty's were ogling at.

"Dolphins? Really?" Was all he could think, he had already passed more interesting pumpkins. Snapping a quick pic before moving on. He had the left the group of adult family friends and parents early on. Wanting nothing but to get through the path and be done with it. However, just before he was out of earshot; his father reminded him that he didn't have a set of keys for the car and wouldn't be able to go and warm up inside there while the rest of them finished the trail.

So, faced with a group of jabbering adults or solitude, it wasn't a hard choice. The 17 year old went ahead determined to put as much distance between himself and his parents.

Andrew didn't have a bad relationship with his parents, far from it as an only child with loving parents, he often considered himself blesses, but college discussions had a way of placing resentment and stress on normal.

His mom wanted him to apply to more colleges closer to school, fearing that he wasn't ready for being a planes ride away from home, however Andrew often argued that Skype or a phone call would be enough for most problems. His dad, well, he just wanted him to do better in school and stay on-top if his study's. Nothing outrageous, but that didn't mean his father couldn't annoy the crap out of him.

Shaking his head, Andrew kept on walking, making his way towards the bridge that lead to the island with a shop, hot chocolate and a live working pumpkin carver.

Crossing the bridge, which spanned 200ft, Andrew cast his eyes around. On his right was water leading to the main lake with the lighter water fountain in the center casting spray into the air. Past that, the main entrance and parking lot were just out of sight.

To his left, there wasn't much to see, it appeared that the edge of the area he just left curved away and behind him. But he could make out a very small set of docks with railings peaking out. Secluded by evergreens, your average person would easily miss it.

Thankfully Andrew wasn't average in that regard, being an old soul, he appreciated his surrounding, especially nature; taking note of the small things, one might call him highly observant.

Taking a mental note to check it out if he could, he went to the island, his only option considering the bridge was split into two lanes. One for going to island and one for heading to the mainland.

Rapidly turning the horn as he like to think of it, he made his way to the next exhibit. A new pumpkin showed a heart framing the words "monster love".

"Great, now what are we gonna have here? Two wolves howling at the moon or something? Pft. Count me out."

Grumbling under his breath, he sped on past the pumpkins. Only for one to caught his eyes. So far, all of the paths that led away from the main trail were either blocked off by cones or had security personal politely smiling and standing around.

But this was different, in-front of him lay a cross road. On the left, there was a pathway but it was blocked off, he noticed that all the added lights power cords lead that direction. Ahead of him lay a tent, upon closer inspection, it held a few more live carvers in action. Talking about their creations and how long it took them to complete it. The 70/80 lbs pumpkins held the faces of dragons, daemon heads with horns and so forth.

However, on his right was an archway. You could put a pickup truck with an eight foot bed parked between it long wide and still have a little room. The bronze place that was to the right side, read "Bulb garden".

Though what he really was interested in was the fact that off to the left of a tree, and hidden in between dying shrubs; there were stairs leading down. It was so well hidden, at first he thought it was a maintenance path.

Remembering his mental note, Andrew took off down the stairs.

Time had cut the stairs for they had been there for centuries. The enchantment encompassing the bulbs garden allowed everyone to ignore the stairs. It was a deflection enchantment, and there inlaid the problem.

If someone had something on their mind it directed them away, they would never have know it existed in the first place. However if someone didn't have anything on their mind, which was hardly the case given cell phones and 21st century stresses as well as the misconception of multitasking. It worked perfectly well.

But Andrew was bored out of his mind with nothing passing through. Now it wasn't that he didn't have any worries. His family was struggling to figure out how to pay for college. Not to mention his AP physics honors class was anything but hell. Work was a pain too but a necessary evil to obtain cash.

Nevertheless he was able to relax, and separate his "work" life separate from his personal life. That he managed to stay sane so when he breached the enchantment. Something had their interest piqued.

Admiring the surroundings Andrew took not of just how many shrubs and plants were still showing signs of life. However, because the moon was overcast and the lights lighting the pumpkin trail were behind the wall. Everything had an eerie subtitles to it. Just something off.

"So this is how I get to the docks. It sure is out of the way. I wonder how many people come down here."

Still appreciating the garden, he noticed that most of the signs that most of the identifying signs used to tell guest what each plant or tree was were in a different language, with shapes thrown in with letters.

"Maybe this was suppose to be part of haunt or something and they never finished it?"

One plant caught his eye. It's too was shaped like a cone with a thin stem leading to it appeared to be swaying by its self, the wall stopping the wind in its track.

Squatting, Andrew was able to see that the pestles had so kind of colored stars on them. Knowing his mom might know what kind of plant this was, he pulled his phone out and took a picture. It was a decision that made his life thereafter.

As his phone flashed in the low light, the cone petals opened up to display a gaping moth that sprayed a liquid all over Andrew's hands and a little bit got into his left eye.

"Argh! What the hell is thissss thin~~" his words died in his throat as he collapsed to the onto the stairs. His phone falling from his grasp and falling to the stairs.

Andrew's unconscious body rolled around the bend in the stairs and stopped at the foot of the lake. His left index finger just millimeters away from disrupting the glass surface of the lake.

However, from the center of the lake, a blue figure arose from the abyss and strife over to the fallen boy. Piercing ice colored eyes followed by flowing midnight blue locks and propelled by long legs, the Spector was simply a blue rose in terms of beauty.

Looking at him she noticed that the inflicted areas were spouting makes of their own, penticsla and other old languages sprouted across the boy's body.

She knew he would die if she did not help him. She also knew it was forbidden and frowned upon and that this boy, barely a man would be able to lead a completely normal life. The stars were the only witness as the blue bodied spectator made he decision.

A/N just trying something that popped into my head revving up to Halloween. Please RR

Peace