Why So Serious?

Wow, its been so long sense I last posted. Geeze, I've really got to try to keep up with this. Well anyways, happy new year!!! Uh. . . . I'm going to try to post more often. . . hopefully people still read this silly little blog of mine

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After having watched Van Helsing I was quite bored out of my mind and feeling a strange sense of claustrophobia. Upon asking Lily about this sudden phobia she explained that it was simply the wild side of me hating to be cooped up. After much complaint she finally agreed to go spend the rest of the afternoon outside in the woods as long as I stayed in my human form.

“You know you are really going to have to learn to deal with it if you are ever going to get through school,” she said with a disapproving frown, looking up at me from a flat rock she was laying on.

Suddenly full of energy I was climbing from tree to tree, making almost superhuman jumps that was beyond my ability before.

I think I may have ticked her off slightly when demanding to go outside, for now she had a frown always on her face.

“I know, I know, but there is still a month until I have to go back to the dreaded prison we call school.”

I think I saw a ghost of a smile on her lips at my wording but as quickly as it had come, the smile was gone.

“You need to be a little more serious about all this.”

“Why so serious?”

She rolled her eyes at me and my quoting of the Joker in any Batman cartoon. (And the new Batman movie, but I didn’t know that at the time)

“You have a new responsibility on your shoulders now.
“And what it that?”

“Power. You have the power to kill anyone you don’t like, do anything you like when it comes to the humans.”

“But I wont because I don’t want to so what is there to worry about.”

“You just don’t seem to understand. Its not all fun and games becoming what you are.”

I leaped to a tree above her and let myself fall down into a crouch next to her on the rock. My face was serious, all laughter gone from my eyes to show her I was serious.

“No I know it’s not all fun and games. When my mother opened the door when I first came home, I could small the blood, I could feel the heat from her pulsing heart. Don’t think that I haven’t realized the danger my parents are in every time I’m around. I know, trust me, I do. But if I focus on the negative things, like the fact I could destroy this whole town in less than an hour, then I will surly go mad. I need to see the goodness in this, I need to find the joy.”

She sat, looking slightly dumbfounded. I hadn’t remembered ever really snapping at her like that before. Then again, I hadn’t remembered her ever being quite so nagging.

“You know, I think you are too serious for your own good. If you were mortal you would be gray in the hair by now,” I said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

I laughed and jumped straight up, grabbing a tree branch and pulling myself back into the trees.

“What’s the point of living if you don’t have fun?”

I laughed again and took off into the shadows of the trees, grinning because not too far behind me I could hear her easily follow on the ground, giggling slightly to herself.