I'm sorry the chapter was so sad last time. I'll try to liven it up a bit. Enjoy.
Day two
Casper sniffed, confused at the smell. It smelled really good, but it was too early for his uncles to be up. The ghost boy sat up and looked to where his vampire friend should be, only to find he wasn't there. Which was strange when you thought about it, since he was the last one up the day before. The ghost floated out of bed, and went downstairs. Maybe uncle Fatso HAD gotten up early for once and started cooking. It wasn't very likely, but still a possibility. Upon reaching the kitchen, Casper saw the last person he'd expect at the stove; Fatch.
The vampire appeared to be cooking bacon, and several other breakfast foods as he was drinking a glass of water. Casper cleared his throat, startling the creature into looking at him. Fatch smiled widely. Strange... he hadn't seen him smile like THAT yet. Was he in a good mood?
" Good morning. "
The vampire greeted.
" I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd cook for you guys today. "
Casper looked over the food. Eggs, bacon, French toast, hash browns, sausages, crepes, eggs Benedict, diyabath... huh... half of that stuff they didn't even own. How did Fatch get this stuff? It seems the vampire could see how confused he was, as he put his glass down and folded his hands.
" I, uh, I couldn't sleep last night, so when it became seven, I went out shopping. You guys were a little low on supplies. "
" Wow. "
Casper said softly.
" That was really nice of you Fatch. Thanks. "
Fatch smiled weakly now, as if the mention of him doing something nice bugged him. Casper floated over to him and took a whiff of the food. It really did smell good. The vampire seemed to notice this and grabbed a fully cooked piece of bacon, placing it into the ghost boys mouth. Casper pulled back at this, not expecting it at all, before expressing an mmm at the taste. It was really good.
" Where'd you learn how to cook Fatch?"
Fatch lowered his gaze a bit, remembering the only reason he knew how to cook was because he'd been left alone so much that he had to learn, seeing as how he couldn't just eat sandwiches every day. So he shrugged.
" I taught myself. I've always liked cooking. "
That wasn't a lie, so that was something to be proud of. Casper nodded, savoring the bacon in his mouth.
It was wasn't long until the older ghosts woke up, and were greatly surprised by the food on the table. Stinky looked at the vampire, and couldn't help but wonder why the creature was being this nice. He could feel the child's aura, and it was dark enough to be a demons aura. Maybe he was half demon-? No. No demons didn't mate with creatures. Kibosh said that it would "upset the balance". But then again, the green ghost was always saying that. And no one in the entire underworld believed it. Or listened to it really. So then... what exactly WAS this child?
Fatch quietly pushed his chair out and stood up. Once again he barely ate anything. The creature quietly took everyone's plates and headed back to the kitchen. Stinky narrowed his eyes a bit. He desperately wanted to know what was up with that vampire.
~Deeds town~
Fatch looked through the window, seeing a really nice pair of headphones on display. Since he really had nothing better to do, he figured he'd do a little window shopping. That, and Casper's uncles wouldn't stop staring at him. It was kind of creepy. He knew ghosts didn't like him, but seriously, other ghost would just try to kill him. His aura matched his mothers, who had a power over ghosts. So there was really nothing they could do to hurt him.
Fatch sighed and pushed himself away from the window. He was boring himself. That was not a good sign.
" Fatch?! "
Fatch jumped upon the mention of his name. Now, the obvious assumption would be that it was Casper that called him. But the voice proved otherwise. The voice was that of a females, which held a beautiful tone to it, and at the same time, a bit of a demonic one as well. And there was only one person he knew that held THAT marvelous voice. Fatch smiled widely, silently praying he was correct, and turned to face the most wonderful woman he knew... currently. Lexi the shadow demon. His adopted sister. The girl hadn't changed much. She still had her torn red skirt and crop top, the four white bracelets, the messy purple hair and the yellow star, red feathered hair clip he'd given her a few years back. The shadow girl was under a large purple umbrella, and smiling widely.
" Fatch! "
Lexi ran up to him, immediately embracing him into a tight hug, Fatch happily returning it. The demon girl pulled away, smiling as bright as the sun.
" Oh, it's been a while! How have you been? Are things doing better? "
A year to be exact. Lexi would be twelve now, Casper's age, making Fatch seventeen. It HAD been a while. Fatch looked down before looking back up and smiling.
" Yes, actually. Things HAVE been getting a bit better. "
Lexi smiled playfully.
" Must be. This must be the first time I've ever seen you smile. "
Fatch blushed a deep crimson and looked down. The shadow girl laughed and tugged at his icy arm.
" Walk with me. "
~8 p.m.~
" Wow... sounds like your life's gotten better Fatch. "
Lexi confirmed. The two had walked around the park a few times for a few hours, and Fatch had just explained how his life had been doing. How he'd been practicing his magic (as it ran in his family), how he'd found a few really useful spells, how he'd found a good house, and how he'd enrolled in scare school. Basically he just explained how he was still alive.
" That's great Fatch! "
Lexi said with a wide grin.
" I'm glad your on the path to happiness!"
Path to happiness... yeah, one might see it that way. He watched Lexi look up at the starry night sky and close up her umbrella. Heh... she must've forgotten she'd left it open. The vampire laid out on the grass, the demon girl following suit, and began staring at the night sky. Fatch wasn't all to sure why, but he'd always been fascinated with stars. Like they held some significant purpose that they just couldn't comprehend, other than just lighting the sky.
" ... So Lexi. "
Lexi rolled her head towards the other.
" Yeah? "
" How's your life been? You know, since we last saw each other? "
Lexi sighed a bit. Though her life HAD been considerably better since that night, her life was still rather limited. She was a shadow demon. She couldn't walk in direct sunlight, and her appearance didn't exactly blend in with the normal crowd. But her life hadn't been BAD. She'd managed to find a nice house, and a nice job that luckily had employees who were to slow to realize she was a shadow demon. The girl couldn't help but grin.
" Pretty good, actually. My story is pretty much just like yours. Nice job, nice house, maybe scare school... "
Fatch sat up at that last part.
" Your thinking about joining scare school? "
The shadow just smiled in response.
" Yeah... yeah I am. "
Fatch stared blankly for a few moments before smiling himself and laying back down.
" Cool. "
He said simply. Looking up at the stars, he sighed. It was nice out here. And the stars just... made him feel safer somehow. It was hard to explain. He remembered his mom telling him once that stars were the souls of the people in heaven, who were watching out for him, keeping him safe. Of course he knew it was all BS, but it truly did make him feel safer. So why ruin it?
" Oh! "
Fatch rolled onto his stomach at Lexi's squeak. The girl was looking at him with wide eyes now, as if she'd seen a gh-... well... an angel. Ghost would be rather offensive, and angels would probably be scarier to a demon.
" D-do you still have the tape?! "
Tape? It took the creature a few minutes to realize what she was talking about.
" Oh! Of course I do! "
He answered swiftly.
" I'd never loose it! "
Lexi quickly calmed down and sighed in relief. Fatch stood up and offered his hand out to his adopted sister.
" Come on. "
He said gently.
" I'll walk you home. It's late. "
Lexi smiled and slowly accepted his hand.
~Later~
Fatch quietly crept into his blanket, trying not to wake Casper, or alert the other ghosts of his presence. He had been out later then he'd planned to be, and was afraid of the others reactions. He rolled onto his stomach and pulled out his journal. At least today's poem wouldn't be a sad one. He'd write an entry, but he was truly tired, and words were escaping him. It was a miracle he could even write a poem. Heh.
An old acquaintance
And I will not lie
Her heart is as beautiful
As a starry night sky
I thought this chapter was sweet. I hope you like it as well! :D
