~Author's note: Right here's part 2, and a big thank you to Nabooru and
Jemi Gr who reviewed the first part, love ya guys
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The Jellicle moon shone bright in the cold black, night sky. I couldn't help but admire her glowing beauty when only darkness surrounded her. It was almost like she was a force for good itself while the dark forces of evil crept steadily closer. I had both awaited and dreaded her presence. The hour was getting late. It was almost time to do battle with the vampires once more.
A group of Jellicle teenagers had been kidnapped by these fiends of the night and we were due to leave any minute now to go to their rescue. I almost rolled my eyes at the blatant superhero cliché. This wasn't a game. We weren't just playing heroes. It was dangerous. People will die...have died in these situations.
Dread had invaded every part of my being, causing my paws to shake ever so slightly. Strange really, since once upon a time I had lived for the fight, a deadly predator. My job, my calling if you will, was to rid the world of the vampires and demons, making life safer for Jellicles everywhere. Naively, I had accepted that. So why only now did I feel like giving up?
Deep down I knew the answer and her name was Gaia. I broke away from gazing at the moon with a sigh. On the surface I attempted to radiate calmness. Inside was a different matter as emotions tried in vain to battle their way to the surface.
A small tuxedoed tom interrupted my brooding.
"Munk, are you gonna be alright? I mean, um with it being you know, um the first vamp thing since..."
I fixed the smaller tom with an icy glare,
"I'll be fine as soon as everyone stops asking me whether or not I'm ok. I can handle it for Heavisides sakes," I said coldly and brushed past Misto without a second look. Couldn't they see? The last thing I wanted or needed was their pity.
"Don't sweat it, Stoff. Ol' Stripes just needs to be given a wide berth until he's over that jerk phase," the cat known as the Rum Tum Tugger placed his paw on Mistoffelees' shoulder comfortingly.
Typical Tugger talk; assume the problem will go away if he ignores it long enough. Except this time I was the problem, and Tugger was sadly mistaken if he thought that method would work on me.
An older ginger tom shook his head upon hearing Tugger's little comment.
"Now, now Tugger. What happened isn't something that he'll get over quickly," Skimbleshanks said in a quiet scolding tone.
"Look, I love Munk as much as the next Jellicle but he's gotta learn that he can't stay stuck in denial forever."
I shook my head silently. He thought I was still in denial? The idea was ridiculous! I had long since left the comforting cocoon that was my denial. I just wasn't over her yet, that's all. Everlasting Cat, what was I thinking? I don't ever want to be over her. She was my one true love, my reason to live. And now I had to face the harsh reality of this hell without her brightening up my life. I missed everything about that beautiful creature. I clung desperately to each memory of her, protected and nurtured them as though they were the most precious things in the world. Memories were all I had left since that night...
No, I wasn't going to think about it. An all too familiar feeling of guilt clutched at my heart. I had been down this road many times. A street full of numerous "if only's" and "what if's". However different these many trains of thought were, they all agreed on one point. I was to blame. My love was buried 6 foot deep in the cold, dead earth and it was all because of me.
"Dammit!" I growled before forcing my fist into the metal of the old car. All eyes turned to me.
"Right everyone, time to go," I said loudly. I didn't want to put this off any longer. Young lives were in danger.
"I want everyone to be careful, no fighting unless you have to. We're here to get those kits out safely and if we're outnumbered I don't want to stick around longer than necessary," I sighed and glanced up to the moon, silently asking for her protection before leading the way to the vampire nest.
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The Jellicle moon shone bright in the cold black, night sky. I couldn't help but admire her glowing beauty when only darkness surrounded her. It was almost like she was a force for good itself while the dark forces of evil crept steadily closer. I had both awaited and dreaded her presence. The hour was getting late. It was almost time to do battle with the vampires once more.
A group of Jellicle teenagers had been kidnapped by these fiends of the night and we were due to leave any minute now to go to their rescue. I almost rolled my eyes at the blatant superhero cliché. This wasn't a game. We weren't just playing heroes. It was dangerous. People will die...have died in these situations.
Dread had invaded every part of my being, causing my paws to shake ever so slightly. Strange really, since once upon a time I had lived for the fight, a deadly predator. My job, my calling if you will, was to rid the world of the vampires and demons, making life safer for Jellicles everywhere. Naively, I had accepted that. So why only now did I feel like giving up?
Deep down I knew the answer and her name was Gaia. I broke away from gazing at the moon with a sigh. On the surface I attempted to radiate calmness. Inside was a different matter as emotions tried in vain to battle their way to the surface.
A small tuxedoed tom interrupted my brooding.
"Munk, are you gonna be alright? I mean, um with it being you know, um the first vamp thing since..."
I fixed the smaller tom with an icy glare,
"I'll be fine as soon as everyone stops asking me whether or not I'm ok. I can handle it for Heavisides sakes," I said coldly and brushed past Misto without a second look. Couldn't they see? The last thing I wanted or needed was their pity.
"Don't sweat it, Stoff. Ol' Stripes just needs to be given a wide berth until he's over that jerk phase," the cat known as the Rum Tum Tugger placed his paw on Mistoffelees' shoulder comfortingly.
Typical Tugger talk; assume the problem will go away if he ignores it long enough. Except this time I was the problem, and Tugger was sadly mistaken if he thought that method would work on me.
An older ginger tom shook his head upon hearing Tugger's little comment.
"Now, now Tugger. What happened isn't something that he'll get over quickly," Skimbleshanks said in a quiet scolding tone.
"Look, I love Munk as much as the next Jellicle but he's gotta learn that he can't stay stuck in denial forever."
I shook my head silently. He thought I was still in denial? The idea was ridiculous! I had long since left the comforting cocoon that was my denial. I just wasn't over her yet, that's all. Everlasting Cat, what was I thinking? I don't ever want to be over her. She was my one true love, my reason to live. And now I had to face the harsh reality of this hell without her brightening up my life. I missed everything about that beautiful creature. I clung desperately to each memory of her, protected and nurtured them as though they were the most precious things in the world. Memories were all I had left since that night...
No, I wasn't going to think about it. An all too familiar feeling of guilt clutched at my heart. I had been down this road many times. A street full of numerous "if only's" and "what if's". However different these many trains of thought were, they all agreed on one point. I was to blame. My love was buried 6 foot deep in the cold, dead earth and it was all because of me.
"Dammit!" I growled before forcing my fist into the metal of the old car. All eyes turned to me.
"Right everyone, time to go," I said loudly. I didn't want to put this off any longer. Young lives were in danger.
"I want everyone to be careful, no fighting unless you have to. We're here to get those kits out safely and if we're outnumbered I don't want to stick around longer than necessary," I sighed and glanced up to the moon, silently asking for her protection before leading the way to the vampire nest.