This... this will be a depressing chapter. I just hope you all read with caution.


Moon sighed, finding himself incapable of walking anymore. He looked up, finding he was now on the cliff that had a perfect view of the beach and the ocean. Slowly he sat down, both his legs bent to the left, simply looking out over the ocean. It was a clear night, many stars lining the star, and it was almost a full moon. The vampire blinked a bit before closing his eyes, slowly beginning to sings a soft poem.

Crystal night

Beautiful sky

Bring me strength

Strength from the moon hung high

As if on cue, his moon bindis began to glow brightly with a brilliant white glow. The moonlight around him soon began to swirl around, and he slowly raised a hand, his index finger soon spinning in a circle. As he sped up, so did the swirling moonlight around him, growing faster and faster by the minute. Suddenly Moon closed his hand into a tight fist, halting the moonlight around him. Finally ending his ritual, he touched his moon bindis, the moonlight now seemingly being pulled into the crescent moon. Once finished, his bindis burned brightly, the neon spheres soon acting up as well. They now glowed brightly white, as if being filled with power, before slowly the light show ended, and everything was back to normal.

Moon sighed as he finally opened his eyes again. What he just did, was the way he could best manipulate his magic. Ever since he little, he's always found his magic worked better at night, particularly so when the moon was out. Hence why his parents probably named him Moon. So basically he gained power from the moon, and absorbing its beautiful light made his magic grow stronger and more controllable. So once in a while, whenever he could, he came out here and performed his little absorbing spell. Helped him control his magic is really all there was to it.

The child looked out into the horizon, eyeing the moon and the stars that surrounded it. Night time always helped him think. Be it good or bad, this was the only way he could think with a clear mind.

He began to think of what he wanted, and if he could achieve that. He wanted to live happily with people who cared about him. The people who cared about him, his mom and dad, were gone. Died in one of the worst ways in fact. He was alone now... true he had Thatch and the Ramirez family, but how long would that REALLY last? He figured they'd forget about him once his depression blew over. Besides, he wasn't part of their family... why would they care about him?

Thatch wasn't technically a part of their family either, and Dusk cared for him. But then again, this too could change with one bad day. What if something happened to make Thatch fall off the deep end? Such as... what if Dusk got married? Thatch could end up running away or going crazy. Thatch wasn't strong on an emotional level. That wasn't a nark, it was only being straight. One bad day, and that happiness he had being Dusk's child could be over.

Moon sighed, realizing he couldn't be happy. He just didn't feel like people would care about him anymore. At least not in a few days, when they thought his depression was over. Maybe it wouldn't do any harm if he did go through with this...

Slowly Moon pulled a pocket knife from his pocket, simply staring at it absent mindedly. Did he even have it in him to do this? He really wanted to be free from all this pain, and he wanted to be with his nice, loving parents again... besides, he was no coward. He could do this... he lifted the knife, slowly sliding it across his wrists to start.

Yes, he did this often. He'd started doing this a few years back, and now he had gotten addicted. But he didn't mind. As strange as it was, it helped him relax.

Soon he removed the blade from his arm and gently pressed the tip of it to his neck, gulping and breathing deeply. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous... but he had to do it. He gently pressed the blade into his neck, trying not to whimper. He took a deep breath through his nose, pressing the blade down further. One more time, and that would be it. He did this one much quicker though, and he immediately choked and yanked the blade out.

He barely even registered the fact he hit the ground. He didn't even notice the grass against his cheek. His vision was fading in and out, and he knew this was it. Finally, the child's world went black.


Goodnight everyone. :3