Dedicated to my friend wofienur. Bzzzzzz. Happy Birthday, Nurigato! Left you sort of a gift in here too:)
Thanks so much to filmyfurry for suggesting a title for this fic:)
Let's say Jez and Morgead here is about five-six years old.
Disclaimer: I do not own Night World, which means I do not own Jez & Morgead…*sigh*
The little boy with a mop of tousled dark hair and eyes as green as emerald stood there, watching his mother going out with some vampire guy—again.
"Go have some fun, Morgead, I'll be back soon." His mother tossed the words right before she slammed the door shut, leaving the little boy alone in the empty room.
So the boy stood there for a minute or so, and then sighed. He was used to this—growing up without a father, uncared by his mother, telling him over and over again—"Go play something, Morgead." "I'm busy, Morgead." "I need to go out."
He was used to it all. Used to being forgotten and alone, used to living and amusing himself most of the time. Oh well.
He sat on the floor in the corner of the room, playing with the little iron statues he'd found on the streets the other day. He put the statue of a little boy next to a man and a woman. He put the little figurine of a little girl next to the little boy. He looked at them for a minute.
Then he knocked them all down. It'll never happen. He thought.
Morgead was walking down the streets alone, trying to find something interesting to do. The sun was setting, it was almost twilight. Of course, there wasn't really anything interesting to do out here alone, but it was better than staying in the room and staring at the wall.
"Mommy, mommy! Josh Groban was amazing!" A little girl shouted.
He turned around, and found a human family walking behind him. The little girl had short dark hair and dark eyes. She was wearing a blue sundress, her face lit with excitement as she was looking up at her mother.
"I loved his voice! It was almost magical! Like leprechaun magic that makes wishes come true!"
"I'm glad you liked your birthday present, honey." Her mother said, smiling down at her daughter.
"This is the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you so much!" The girl said, hugging her mother tightly. Her father looked at them, hiding a smile. The girl looked like the happiest person in the world.
They all looked happy. Like a family.
Morgead found himself staring at the family as the girl released her mother. They were humans, but they had everything he didn't—food, security, people to care about, birthdays to celebrate, a hug to share…
The girl noticed him staring. "Hi there!" She shouted, smiling at him kindly.
He was instantly alarmed. He moved as fast as he could, too fast for the human eyes to catch, and hid himself in the shadows of the dark alley.
Who were you talking to, honey?
I was talking to that boy over— The girl's voice trailed off. He's gone! She gasped. He was there looking at us, then…
Morgead didn't continue listening. He walked deeper in the ally. Gleaming eyes of stray cats were staring at him in the dark, wondering as he moved fast and soundless like a cat. He didn't stop.
He was then walking at the edge of the woods, kicking stones at his feet as he walked along the woods. He had nothing to do, and no one would go looking for him even if he disappeared for days. He walked deeper into the woods, occasionally breaking tree branches at his reach, and then throwing it at the trees, startling birds as they flee and escaped. He knew wood can be deadly to vampires, but who cares?
It was twilight. The sky was a colour of deep blue, and the colours mashed in the west as they meet the remaining sunlight of the sun that had just set. Rays of golden sunlight mixed with the deep-blue colour of the night, forming an edge of purple and red between the western horizon and the sky. In the east, the sky was completely dark as the moon began to rise and the stars began to come out. The contrast between the west and the east formed contrast between day and night. Still holding the tree branch he had broken, Morgead looked at the stars, and found a remarkably bright star rising beside the moon.
It was high up here. He stood there and watched the city as the night fell.
Then he heard footsteps approaching. Before he could turn around, he felt something being poked on his back.
He turned instantly, and found himself looking at a little girl about his age with bright, red flaming hair which looks like as if it had never been combed. "Hey." She said.
She had eyes that were neither silver nor blue and a flashing smile. Instinct told Morgead that she wasn't one of those pathetic humans—she was a vampire, like him.
Right now the girl was grinning at him in a way that showed her fangs. She was holding a yew branch in her hand, which, he assumes, was what she had used to poke him.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her silvery-blue eyes staring at him curiously.
He thought about that for a moment. "Nothing." He answered honestly, looking at her from the corner of his eyes, not quite trusting her yet. She just poked him with a stick, after all.
"Oh." She said disappointedly, "That's not fun." The red headed girl lowered her stick, her eyes flashed with curiosity. "I'm Jez Redfern. What's your name?"
"What are you doing with that stick?" He asked suspiciously. "You know you can kill somebody with it?"
"You have to answer my question first!" The girl—Jez demanded, swiping her red hair with her dirty hands.
"Well I won't tell you my name if you keep holding that stick!" He retorted back, facing her fully now.
"So? You're holding one too!" Jez argued, pointing her finger at his left hand which still held the branch he broke in the woods.
"I didn't use it to poke anybody!"
"Too bad." She said, raising the stick menacingly.
He used his stick to block her blow just as her hand started to motion. "Hey!" He yelled, "What was that for?"
"Better than doing nothing! What-are-you-doing-with-that-stick. " Jez laughed. "Come on, it's fun!"
He blocked another blow from Jez. "Fine. If that's what you want." He said, preparing for a strike to disarm her. She dodged, then aimed her stick to his feet. Before she could motion, Morgead stroked with his branch, almost knocking her over. Then the red headed girl and the boy with dark hair were fighting each other with sticks, laughing at each other.
"I told you, it's fun!" Jez shouted, dodging off Morgead's stick, and backed him against a tree.
"Not if I do this—" He laughed, jumping forward, knocking them both on the ground covered with soft pine needles.
"Hey! That was cheating!"
"No it wasn't."
Jez tried to get back up, but Morgead was getting into her way. They ended up rolling on ground in the woods strangling each other, screaming, shouting, giggling. Having fun.
At last, when they got tired, they released their grips on each other, both lay on the ground, panting.
Jez sat up. Her flaming red hair looked even messier than it had been before, with leaves, pine needles tangled in it. Some were dangling down from her hair, making her look like a red Christmas tree with leaves as ornaments decorated on.
"Now you have to answer my question." She said breathlessly, shaking the leaves out of her hair.
"What question?" He asked innocently.
"What's your name?"
"You didn't answer my question either."
"Yes I did—" Before she finished, Morgead threw a handful of pine needles and dead leaves to her face. "You asked for it!" She opened her arms and scooped an armful of pine needles, leaves and weeds in her arms.
"I'm Morgead." He grinned wickedly at her.
"And I'm Jez. Take this, Morgy—" She said as she dumped everything in her arms on his head.
He didn't move as the leaves and debris fell onto him, he just glared at her. They both sat there in a moment in silent.
"You're not gonna revenge?" Jez asked, puzzled.
"No. I'm tired." He said.
"Come 'on, let's go play somewhere else." She said as she stood up. "I know a lot fun places to go!" She walked in front of him, offering a hand.
Morgead looked at Jez's out stretched hand, then looked at her face.
And he knew what to do.
He threw another pile of pine right in her face. "Got you!"
"You're evil!" She cried, just as Morgead bolted up and ran as fast as he could. Jez, without a second of hesitation, ran right after him.
"That was unfair! Come Back!" She shrilled, voice filled with anger. Darkness was nothing to vampire eyes—she was after him by inches.
"You are so dead!"
She was so furious, that she didn't even notice Morgead was heading down where the city lied. She used all the strength she had and, wham, she slammed right into him, sending them both rolling downhill.
"Ouch." He complained, but that didn't stop the gravity from pulling them downhill. They were going down and down, seeing the world rotating around and around and the even the stars in the sky seems to moving with them. It felt dizzying, but also magical, like the whole world is spinning and rotating around you at high speed, sending dazzling images of the world in angles you've never seen before.
By the time they stopped rolling down, Jez's anger was long gone, and both of them were laughing.
"That was so fun! Even better than a swing!"
"A what?"
"It's a thing human kids play. I'll show you someday. But this was so much better!"
Morgead laughed with her. For the first time, he was happy, truly laughing, and having fun.
"Come on." She said, smiling brightly "I'll show you more fun places."Then she hesitated. "Before Uncle Bracken starts looking for me." She added.
"So, are we friends now?" Jez asked carefully.
Morgead thought about that. "I think so." He said seriously.
Then Jez caught his hand, "Let's go then!" She said wildly.
And so the little red headed girl and the little boy with dark hair ran, hand in hand, into the city, exploring every corner of the city, unafraid, happy.
From that day, Morgead Blackthorn, the little boy with dark hair and eyes as green as emerald, was never alone again.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Jez & Morgead are my favourite! I hope you liked my special gift too, the birthday girl in blue sundress! Let's just pretend that kids can be obsessed over Josh Groban at that time…
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