Visage de la Lune, part three Bite Marks and Waning Full Moons
AN- A different sort of introduction for this chapter, brought to you by myself and the Dragon Knights. ^^ BTW, if anyone wants to make me really happy, get me Dragon Knights book 6.
Rune: What are we doing here?
Rath: When do I get that demon you promised me, Tsukii-chan?! I'm bored. They're making sit around Draqueen doing nothing.
Tsukii-chan: *pointing* You snuck out with Cesia at the end of book four, y'know. And abandoned poor, cute little Fire all alone with Zoma. Don't make me make you drunk so you start revealing that dark, angsty past of yours to the entire world of fanfiction!
Rath: *sidles behind Rune* Ehehehe, don't tell them that, though, 'kay?
Rune: You left Fire? ARE YOU NUTS?! Wait, don't answer that.
Rath: Hey! At least I would get a fanfic about me.
Rune: Not by Tsukii-chan. Various tests have proved that she has a tendency to prefer the blondes. *nods*
Rath: TSUKII-CHAN! I thought you told me earlier I was your favorite! *pouts* Besides, Miroku's not blond.
Tsukii-chan: *holds hands up* I said I didn't have a favorite humanoid! And I like all of the dragons equally. Now, guys, where's Thatz? I said there was a buffet. And besides, you're going to be on my anime club card.
Thatz: Sorry, got lost. When's lunch?
Tsukii-chan: Remember our deal? You guys give the disclaimer and author's notes, and I give Rath a high level demon to beat the crap out of, you an all-you-can-eat buffet and away from Kitchel, and I wake Tintlet up for Rune.
Thatz: Oh. Okay. She owns LCACRW and the OCs, folks. Not Harry Potter, who ever that is, us, thank the Dragon Lord for that, or Miroku. FOOD!
Tsukii-chan: *sweatdrops* There it is. *points behind Thatz*
Thatz: *sing song* I-ta-da-ke-ma-su! *disappears inside*
Rath: Just read this fic, guys. We aren't loved enough to get any fics about us. Okay, Tsukii-chan, where's my demon?
Tsukii-chan: There's this place called Nadil's Castle, and I think you'll find a nice smorgasbord of choices.
Rune: Down, Rath. Remember, you promised to take care of this sword, unlike the other ones you've broken. Alfeegi's going to kill you if you break the Dragon Sword. I'm just going to wander off to Fairy Forest, now. *leaves*
Rath: After this chapter, Tsukii-chan, you're DEAD! By the way, *looks at note* this is apparently dedicated to some rabid fan named. *squints at paper* Shortydork?
Tsukii-chan: EEP!
*~*
Katy lowered herself gingerly into the padded chair in the library. Her arm was killing her. She knew that if she examined it, she would be able to see a slight feathered pattern of missing skin, covering her upper arm. Luckily, it was her right arm, rather than her left. Sure, it would make Quidditch rather uncomfortably, but at least she could still write quickly. She pulled out her large, elephant sized charms text book, and flipped open to a page in the back, muttering, "Solemn oath," and watched the page wipe itself clean of the rambling text, leaving a tan piece of parchment, clean as the day it was made. She pulled out her quill, and began writing. 'Today I got up, and I fell off while doing crossbars. I fell off while I did oxers and spreads. I listened to three. MIZU-KAGAMI started skipping, and on THTC, I ran out of batteries.' She carefully considered what else she could write about while not completely admitting the problem. She started writing again. 'Okay, to be completely frank, this past week sucks. Dad, I SOLEMNLY SWEAR I'M UP TO NO GOOD! Seriously, though, MIZU-KAGAMI hates my guts, and THTC is stressed because of the shack, and our best Chaser graduated last year, and I wish I were home. Though, frankly, I don't know where that is.' A single tear fell, landing on the center of the page. Katy stared at it blankly for a few moments, before slowly wiping it away. As she obliterated the tear, she pulled on a cocky grin, feeling somewhat more ready to face the world. "Let's go, Kats," she whispered to herself, "Let's go show the world I am made of fire."
*~*
Sean walked around the corner, trying to pull memories of the previous night up, but only getting vague senses. He felt rather like he had a major hangover. It wasn't pleasant. He was so deep in trying to remember that he didn't notice the other person until they rebounded off of him. He looked down in horror. "I'm so sorry, Katy," he exclaimed, pulling her up by her arm.
She tried not to wince in pain, but Sean, with his better-than-average hearing caught her quick intake of breath.
"What did I do to your arm?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied cheerfully. "I'm fine."
"I bit you, didn't I?" he demanded in a low voice that was more of a growl.
Katy's eyes flashed angrily. "Nothing happened," she hissed back. They were known to be one of the more volatile couples in LCACRW. "Now leave me alone," she ordered, pulling her arm away from him and beginning to walk down the hall.
He darted in front of her. "What. Happened?" he slowly ground out. "I remember some parts of it. So tell me the rest."
Katy flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You really want to know?" He nodded once. "Well, tough. I'm not telling. Now, if you'll excuse me, I wish to return to my dorm, Monsieur Martin." She shoved roughly past him, going by as a proper equestrian passes, and flipped her hair in front of her shoulder, and braiding it loosely yet intricately with her fingers.
Sean glared after her, silently fuming. What the hell was wrong with his trying to uncover what had happened last night from the only person who could tell him? He wished in that moment that he had a Pensieve. Maybe it wouldn't lie and evade questions like his girlfriend did.
*~*
Katy dumped her bag on her bed and scooped up her broom in her other hand.
She slowly made her way down to the Quidditch pitch, using all of the back ways that she and Sean had discovered together. She scrubbed at her eyes. "You will not cry, Katyleanna Potter de Draconis," she ordered herself fiercely. "You are fire."
Katy kicked off the ground hard and soared straight up for long moments, relishing in the feel of the air rushing around and past her. She leveled off after a few moments of pushing her Firebolt as fast as it would go. She stared down at the world, and let the jester's mask fall, instead her face was simply blank with a hint of sadness. Hovering in midair, she let go, letting her right arm hang limply as she gripped it with her left.
Before she realized what was happening, she saw the world turn black, with the wind rushing through her hair as she tumbled with her broomstick down through the two and a half hundred yards to the ground.
*~*
Sean saw a figure plummeting toward the ground, and apprehension filled him as he realized who it was.
"Katy..." he muttered, running out of the school, and pulling his wand.
"ACCIO BROOMSTICK!" he shouted, pointing at the falling hunk of wood and straw.
He vaulted on it, soaring upward and turning to dive alongside Katy before pulling her on and pulling up enough so that instead of crashing them both, they merely rolled onto the ground, Sean being careful not to land on Katy or roll on her.
Breathing hard, he put his wrist to her forehead. "Gak!" He yanked his wrist away from the heat. "You have to go to the hospital wing, but they'll recognize this as a bite. Maybe we can blame Noire..." he said doubtfully to his unconscious girlfriend.
*~*
"Mister Martin, you will quit your nervous pacing," the normally kindly matron ordered him. "You are helping nothing. As far as I am willing to tell, she skidded along the ground and scraped that arm of hers up badly. I have been assured by Madam Martin that a bite would not hurt her. I will send you a bell when she is ready for visitors. Until then, take your pacing elsewhere." She made shooing motions with her hands.
Sean bolted out of the room, musing about what she had pretty much told him. He knew the staff was aware of his little ailment, but he didn't know his mother knew of Katy's little secret.
All Sean knew is that he needed something to talk to. Preferably someone, but Katy had threatened him with silver if he ever leaked what she was to anyone, and there weren't that many who knew what he was either.
"Sean!" a familiar voice shouted after him. He turned to see Elizabeth. "Where's Katy? I've been searching for her everywhere."
Sean looked at her. "You're mad at her last I checked," he said. "Why the change? Because if you're going to get in another fight with her, you have to get through me. She's not able to talk to anyone at the moment."
Elizabeth looked shocked. "Why not?"
"She passed out."
"Why?" Elizabeth pressed.
"She fell."
"And?"
"It got infected." Sean was purposely being difficult. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to the Quidditch field. Something about that weird thing called practice that we have daily."
Sean took a small amount of pleasure in seeing Elizabeth jump as she remembered and run off to the dorms to change into her Quidditch robes. And she was the captain of First Squad.
*~*
Katy sulked in the Hospital Wing bed.
"Matron, I'm bored." she whined.
"You're still on bed rest, Ms. de Draconis. I will send a bell to Mr. Martin as soon as their Quidditch practice is finished."
"Besides, my arm hurts."
She stood up. "Now that I can help with. I cannot be held responsible for your mental state. Though I could summon someone to bring your homework."
"No thank you, I'm not that bored." Katy went back to counting ceiling tiles in several languages and reached hyaku/cent/one hundred before the Matron reappeared with a numbing potion.
*~*
Sean was changing into his school robes when a familiar annoying tinkling sound started behind him.
Turning around, he caught the little bell with his name on it and stilled the clonker thingy inside.
He quickly finished changing, yanked on his shoes, and grabbed his bag on the way back to the Hospital Wing.
He charged in, and skidded to a stop beside Katy's bed, scooping her up in a hug.
He then held her at arm's length, and told her, "Never do that to me again, please, Greywing."
"Hey, it ain't like I wanted to fall six hundred feet off a broomstick. Though, the getting rescued by a handsome prince part was nice." She smiled at him.
He grinned back at her happily.
For a brief time, all was good between them.
*~*
AN- Late, shortish, I know. Don't kill me, just drug me with headache meds, and I'll be happy. Btw, next chapter should come out soon, since I know how it's going to go, which btw, is more than I can say for Building Memories. Kind of forgot what I was trying to accomplish with it.
AN- A different sort of introduction for this chapter, brought to you by myself and the Dragon Knights. ^^ BTW, if anyone wants to make me really happy, get me Dragon Knights book 6.
Rune: What are we doing here?
Rath: When do I get that demon you promised me, Tsukii-chan?! I'm bored. They're making sit around Draqueen doing nothing.
Tsukii-chan: *pointing* You snuck out with Cesia at the end of book four, y'know. And abandoned poor, cute little Fire all alone with Zoma. Don't make me make you drunk so you start revealing that dark, angsty past of yours to the entire world of fanfiction!
Rath: *sidles behind Rune* Ehehehe, don't tell them that, though, 'kay?
Rune: You left Fire? ARE YOU NUTS?! Wait, don't answer that.
Rath: Hey! At least I would get a fanfic about me.
Rune: Not by Tsukii-chan. Various tests have proved that she has a tendency to prefer the blondes. *nods*
Rath: TSUKII-CHAN! I thought you told me earlier I was your favorite! *pouts* Besides, Miroku's not blond.
Tsukii-chan: *holds hands up* I said I didn't have a favorite humanoid! And I like all of the dragons equally. Now, guys, where's Thatz? I said there was a buffet. And besides, you're going to be on my anime club card.
Thatz: Sorry, got lost. When's lunch?
Tsukii-chan: Remember our deal? You guys give the disclaimer and author's notes, and I give Rath a high level demon to beat the crap out of, you an all-you-can-eat buffet and away from Kitchel, and I wake Tintlet up for Rune.
Thatz: Oh. Okay. She owns LCACRW and the OCs, folks. Not Harry Potter, who ever that is, us, thank the Dragon Lord for that, or Miroku. FOOD!
Tsukii-chan: *sweatdrops* There it is. *points behind Thatz*
Thatz: *sing song* I-ta-da-ke-ma-su! *disappears inside*
Rath: Just read this fic, guys. We aren't loved enough to get any fics about us. Okay, Tsukii-chan, where's my demon?
Tsukii-chan: There's this place called Nadil's Castle, and I think you'll find a nice smorgasbord of choices.
Rune: Down, Rath. Remember, you promised to take care of this sword, unlike the other ones you've broken. Alfeegi's going to kill you if you break the Dragon Sword. I'm just going to wander off to Fairy Forest, now. *leaves*
Rath: After this chapter, Tsukii-chan, you're DEAD! By the way, *looks at note* this is apparently dedicated to some rabid fan named. *squints at paper* Shortydork?
Tsukii-chan: EEP!
*~*
Katy lowered herself gingerly into the padded chair in the library. Her arm was killing her. She knew that if she examined it, she would be able to see a slight feathered pattern of missing skin, covering her upper arm. Luckily, it was her right arm, rather than her left. Sure, it would make Quidditch rather uncomfortably, but at least she could still write quickly. She pulled out her large, elephant sized charms text book, and flipped open to a page in the back, muttering, "Solemn oath," and watched the page wipe itself clean of the rambling text, leaving a tan piece of parchment, clean as the day it was made. She pulled out her quill, and began writing. 'Today I got up, and I fell off while doing crossbars. I fell off while I did oxers and spreads. I listened to three. MIZU-KAGAMI started skipping, and on THTC, I ran out of batteries.' She carefully considered what else she could write about while not completely admitting the problem. She started writing again. 'Okay, to be completely frank, this past week sucks. Dad, I SOLEMNLY SWEAR I'M UP TO NO GOOD! Seriously, though, MIZU-KAGAMI hates my guts, and THTC is stressed because of the shack, and our best Chaser graduated last year, and I wish I were home. Though, frankly, I don't know where that is.' A single tear fell, landing on the center of the page. Katy stared at it blankly for a few moments, before slowly wiping it away. As she obliterated the tear, she pulled on a cocky grin, feeling somewhat more ready to face the world. "Let's go, Kats," she whispered to herself, "Let's go show the world I am made of fire."
*~*
Sean walked around the corner, trying to pull memories of the previous night up, but only getting vague senses. He felt rather like he had a major hangover. It wasn't pleasant. He was so deep in trying to remember that he didn't notice the other person until they rebounded off of him. He looked down in horror. "I'm so sorry, Katy," he exclaimed, pulling her up by her arm.
She tried not to wince in pain, but Sean, with his better-than-average hearing caught her quick intake of breath.
"What did I do to your arm?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied cheerfully. "I'm fine."
"I bit you, didn't I?" he demanded in a low voice that was more of a growl.
Katy's eyes flashed angrily. "Nothing happened," she hissed back. They were known to be one of the more volatile couples in LCACRW. "Now leave me alone," she ordered, pulling her arm away from him and beginning to walk down the hall.
He darted in front of her. "What. Happened?" he slowly ground out. "I remember some parts of it. So tell me the rest."
Katy flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You really want to know?" He nodded once. "Well, tough. I'm not telling. Now, if you'll excuse me, I wish to return to my dorm, Monsieur Martin." She shoved roughly past him, going by as a proper equestrian passes, and flipped her hair in front of her shoulder, and braiding it loosely yet intricately with her fingers.
Sean glared after her, silently fuming. What the hell was wrong with his trying to uncover what had happened last night from the only person who could tell him? He wished in that moment that he had a Pensieve. Maybe it wouldn't lie and evade questions like his girlfriend did.
*~*
Katy dumped her bag on her bed and scooped up her broom in her other hand.
She slowly made her way down to the Quidditch pitch, using all of the back ways that she and Sean had discovered together. She scrubbed at her eyes. "You will not cry, Katyleanna Potter de Draconis," she ordered herself fiercely. "You are fire."
Katy kicked off the ground hard and soared straight up for long moments, relishing in the feel of the air rushing around and past her. She leveled off after a few moments of pushing her Firebolt as fast as it would go. She stared down at the world, and let the jester's mask fall, instead her face was simply blank with a hint of sadness. Hovering in midair, she let go, letting her right arm hang limply as she gripped it with her left.
Before she realized what was happening, she saw the world turn black, with the wind rushing through her hair as she tumbled with her broomstick down through the two and a half hundred yards to the ground.
*~*
Sean saw a figure plummeting toward the ground, and apprehension filled him as he realized who it was.
"Katy..." he muttered, running out of the school, and pulling his wand.
"ACCIO BROOMSTICK!" he shouted, pointing at the falling hunk of wood and straw.
He vaulted on it, soaring upward and turning to dive alongside Katy before pulling her on and pulling up enough so that instead of crashing them both, they merely rolled onto the ground, Sean being careful not to land on Katy or roll on her.
Breathing hard, he put his wrist to her forehead. "Gak!" He yanked his wrist away from the heat. "You have to go to the hospital wing, but they'll recognize this as a bite. Maybe we can blame Noire..." he said doubtfully to his unconscious girlfriend.
*~*
"Mister Martin, you will quit your nervous pacing," the normally kindly matron ordered him. "You are helping nothing. As far as I am willing to tell, she skidded along the ground and scraped that arm of hers up badly. I have been assured by Madam Martin that a bite would not hurt her. I will send you a bell when she is ready for visitors. Until then, take your pacing elsewhere." She made shooing motions with her hands.
Sean bolted out of the room, musing about what she had pretty much told him. He knew the staff was aware of his little ailment, but he didn't know his mother knew of Katy's little secret.
All Sean knew is that he needed something to talk to. Preferably someone, but Katy had threatened him with silver if he ever leaked what she was to anyone, and there weren't that many who knew what he was either.
"Sean!" a familiar voice shouted after him. He turned to see Elizabeth. "Where's Katy? I've been searching for her everywhere."
Sean looked at her. "You're mad at her last I checked," he said. "Why the change? Because if you're going to get in another fight with her, you have to get through me. She's not able to talk to anyone at the moment."
Elizabeth looked shocked. "Why not?"
"She passed out."
"Why?" Elizabeth pressed.
"She fell."
"And?"
"It got infected." Sean was purposely being difficult. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to the Quidditch field. Something about that weird thing called practice that we have daily."
Sean took a small amount of pleasure in seeing Elizabeth jump as she remembered and run off to the dorms to change into her Quidditch robes. And she was the captain of First Squad.
*~*
Katy sulked in the Hospital Wing bed.
"Matron, I'm bored." she whined.
"You're still on bed rest, Ms. de Draconis. I will send a bell to Mr. Martin as soon as their Quidditch practice is finished."
"Besides, my arm hurts."
She stood up. "Now that I can help with. I cannot be held responsible for your mental state. Though I could summon someone to bring your homework."
"No thank you, I'm not that bored." Katy went back to counting ceiling tiles in several languages and reached hyaku/cent/one hundred before the Matron reappeared with a numbing potion.
*~*
Sean was changing into his school robes when a familiar annoying tinkling sound started behind him.
Turning around, he caught the little bell with his name on it and stilled the clonker thingy inside.
He quickly finished changing, yanked on his shoes, and grabbed his bag on the way back to the Hospital Wing.
He charged in, and skidded to a stop beside Katy's bed, scooping her up in a hug.
He then held her at arm's length, and told her, "Never do that to me again, please, Greywing."
"Hey, it ain't like I wanted to fall six hundred feet off a broomstick. Though, the getting rescued by a handsome prince part was nice." She smiled at him.
He grinned back at her happily.
For a brief time, all was good between them.
*~*
AN- Late, shortish, I know. Don't kill me, just drug me with headache meds, and I'll be happy. Btw, next chapter should come out soon, since I know how it's going to go, which btw, is more than I can say for Building Memories. Kind of forgot what I was trying to accomplish with it.