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Chapter 3: Moonlight Meetings
Kinski was tempted to follow her. However, he knew she would only be more frightened of him if he did. With that thought, Kinski went back to his the tribe. In the caves he was greeted by the warm, accepting smiles of his friends. However, Kinski couldn't stop thinking about the girl. He had to see her again. Kinski knew what was happening to him the moment he laid eyes on her. He was falling in love. So Kinski began to go out around that time every night; in hopes of having another moonlight meeting with her. It had only been another two weeks before his efforts were paid off. The night he saw her again, Kinski had been watching the moon like normal. He was receiving strength from the moon this time, instead of visions. His focus was broken though when he heard her soft approach. Quickly, Kinski took to the shadows.
Meagan had returned to the spot where she laid eyes on the moon-faced monster. She was both glad and disappointed that he wasn't there to greet her. Maybe he was spooked by her as much as she was spooked by him. Meagan then began to practice her magic.
"By freewill, I summon mystic waters." Meagan said aloud.
To Kinski's shock, water was being pulled out of everything, including himself and getting collected into a small bowl. He watched Meagan then drank from the bowl. Clearly, she had been thirsty.
"By freewill, I summon shard of metal." Meagan the said, with a wave of her hand.
"Fuck!" Kinski hissed, his voice filled with pain from being Meagan's unintentional victim.
Meagan heard the interjection and looked up. She watched as the monster she encountered the first time she came out to that spot appear from the shadows holding his arm.
"What the hell was that shit for?" Kinski asked her.
"I'm terribly sorry. I was just practicing my magic. I didn't see you." Meagan replied softly, as she trembled with fear.
Kinski pulled out a cloth from his pocket and pressed it to his wound. Meagan then reached for his wounded arm.
"Here, let me see." Meagan said softly.
Kinski uncovered the wound on his arm. Meagan frowned at the damage she had caused. It was a decent sized cut she gave him too. However, it did not look like it needed any complex healing magic. Carefully, Meagan took hold of the arm. Placing a hand over the wound, she shut her eyes and focused on the arm completely whole again. When she let go, the arm was fully healed.
"Thank you." Kinski said.
Meagan shyly looked down at the ground. Kinski still frightened her. After a few minutes of silence, Kinski spoke again.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"My name is Meagan. Do monsters have names?" Meagan replied.
Kinski smiled slightly. Her sweet voice dripped with curiosity about him and his kind.
"Yes. We have names. We're not so beastly that we don't have names." Kinski then said.
"All right, so what do your fellow monsters call you?" Meagan then asked.
"I am Kinski." Kinski responded.
Meagan nodded. It was an odd, but nice name. It certainly was better than any of the silly titles she had made up for him. Kinski then heard a lark. He let out a sigh. He didn't want to end their meeting so soon, but morning was coming.
"Oh my. Have I really been up all night?" Meagan said aloud.
Kinski nodded. He saw how staying up all night had finally caught up with Meagan. Not even taking into consideration that Meagan was still afraid of him. Kinski scooped her up in his arms and began running in the direction she had ran off in when they first met.
"Kinski, what are you doing!?" Meagan then said, shocked at the sudden action he took.
"I know you are afraid of me little one, and I'm sorry I didn't think of it. However, you are too tired to walk to your house alone. I will carry you there." Kinski replied.
Meagan said nothing. Her cheeks had begun to heat up with blush; as she felt him pull her close to him. Kinski soon arrived at her house. It was a cute house. Its exterior design was fashioned to pay an homage to the fantasy of magical worlds and mid-summer night dreams. Kinski entered and saw the interior design was also fashioned to fit the theme of the outside. After putting Meagan down on the couch, Kinski checked at how far the sun had risen. It was now too high in the sky for Kinski to leave the house.
"What's the matter Kinski? Can't you leave?" Meagan asked.
"No I can't. The sun is too high up." Kinski then said.
"Make yourself at home then. I am going to sleep. I'll wake up in a few hours." Meagan responded.
Kinski nodded. He didn't want to impose, but he had no choice in the matter as of now. Meagan climbed the stairs to her room. Kinski heard her door lock click shut. Drawing the curtains slightly to ease the burning in his eyes, Kinski began to explore the house. There was no TV or computer, but only a simple little radio. A modest kitchen and bathroom, with only the most practical and basic of all modern luxuries. A small dining area big enough for two was set up on the left side of the kitchen. Back in the living room, Kinski took notice of a small altar set up. A Crucifix stood between two candles. An image of the Virgin Mary hung up above. Placed in front of the Crucifix was a Bible. Kinski looked towards the right of the small altar set to see a shelf filled with cook books, novels, and magic books. Kinski then sat on the couch and relaxed.
Kinski jumped slightly, when he heard Meagan unlock her bedroom door. She had exchanged her nightgown for a lovely green dress. Kinski was turned mute by the vision before him. She was more beautiful in her day clothes. Kinski couldn't help but feel a little hardened in his manhood. He even began to wonder if Meagan was as soft and warm as she looked. Kinski felt his hardness increase to painful levels at the thought of her like that. Kinski hurriedly excused himself and rushed to the bathroom. Kinski was never happier to have had the privacy of a bathroom until now. Kinski emerged after he had calmed himself down from his throbbing lust. He soon took his place at her side.
"A bit humble for a natural's dwelling." Kinski said, finally breaking the silence.
"My Grandmother said television, internet, and any other fancy luxuries outside of practicality were for shallow people who had no respect for themselves or God." Meagan responded.
"This is your Grandmother's house?" Kinski then asked.
"Yes. My Grandmother was part of that 'old time religion' to put it in her words. However, she made room in her blessed home for me when I needed it most." Meagan then replied.
Kinski looked at Meagan, silently urging her to continue.
"My mother was a child of nature. A mystic. Everyone on her side was. I inherited the gifts of magic from her. My Grandmother's son was my father. Despite her religious views, my Grandmother welcomed my mother into her family with open arms. I was born soon after." Meagan continued.
Her expression soon grew sad, as she finished her tale.
"When I was about four years old, my parents and I were in a car crash. I survived due to a last minute healing spell my mother casted upon me. Sadly, my mother couldn't be saved nor my father; and I was orphaned. My Grandmother took me home from the hospital that day and raised me here. She retrieved some of my mother's magic books from their house and worked on teaching me almost everything my mother would've taught me. I remember holding on to her crying in the hospital. I owe my happiness to her." Meagan the said, smiling at the end.
Kinski nodded. He once again tried placing his arm around her; but once again Meagan shied away from him. It was almost dinner time. Meagan decided that tonight would be a swell night for a pizza. She offered Kinski to stay for supper.
"Would you like to stay for a few slices Kinski?" Meagan asked.
"Thank you Meagan, but I'd rather not. The others must be terribly worried and I want quench their fears." Kinski said.
Wishing Meagan a goodnight, Kinski left the house for the caves.
