Blue Moonlight Part Four: The Fox meets her Goddess

An ancient man stood in front of me, his forest green robes flowed around his frail body. Liver spots dotted his shiny bald head, his knobby hands guiding me to a black marble table. His black eyes stared down at me sternly, the marble feeling cold to my skin. Jean hovered above me, the old man kicking everyone out.

“I am Monsieur Dreams." He introduced himself, mixing an inky black potion. “I was told I had to explore your mind for answers. They are worried about you, my dear.” Fright gripped my body, my eyes watching his every move. A lump formed in my throat, the bubbling potion sitting in his palm.

“What are you looking for?” I inquired nervously, playing with the hem of my scarlet sweater dress. His head tilted, his gray scraggly beard waving in an icy breeze. A frown formed on his face, him planting the black potion in my trembling hands.

“We are searching for your origin, and why Lady Iceheart wants you.” He explained coldly, laying me down. “They also want to check your mind to see if it is okay.” A black diamond shimmered in his hand, the black potion sliding down my throat. The sludgy liquid coated my throat, bitterness dominating my taste buds. Nausea rocked my body, exhaustion paralyzing my body. The icy touch of the black diamond caused me to yawn, sleep wrapping me in her sweet arms.

Blackness surrounded me, unorganized shelves towered over me. It was too quiet in here, my eyes wandering over a firefox demon in the corner of the room. Red flames licked its black body, the fire tail flicking away. A bony hand touching my shoulder jerked me out of my trance, the old man standing behind me.

“Should I follow the demon?” I queried, twiddling my thumb. “It’s black eyes keep watching me.” Smacking the back of my head, he glared in my direction. My eyebrow cocked, my mouth ready to fly off a bunch of insults. He placed his hand over his lips, the demon approaching us. The chilly air nipped at my skin, red flames erupted from the black ground. The firefox demon stopped in front of me, its paw touching my hands. The scenery melted away to the day I was born, an older version of me holding a scarlet haired baby. Her red eyes gazed into a black haired man with flame ears, and flame tails. Monsieur Dreams snapped his fingers, bringing us close to my parents. My jaw dropped in awe at my mother’s beauty, her long brown hair flowing to the curve of her back. Scarlet silk draped over her hourglass figure flawlessly, a golden crown glistening on her head. Messy black hair hung around my father’s shoulder, his red suit hugging his slender body. His fingernails were black, a toothy grin on his pale face.

“We have to do something about Lady Ic-” He began, but the old wooden door busted open. A woman with white hair and icy blue eyes sauntered in, white diamonds sparkling on her mermaid style dress. White gloves covered her hands, a silver crown glistened on her head. They both stepped back, the firefox demon stepping forward to protect me.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” She mused, trying to touch my scarlet hair. “Is that how you treat your best friend my dear? I came here to bring a curse upon your child. The fire within you will burn until an iciness takes her to a final sleep on her twenty-first birthday, unless she powers my machine to take over the world to unleash my vampire army on the pathetic humans.” Growls tumbled from my father’s lips, the woman disappearing in a flurry of snowflakes. Panic flashed in their kind eyes, a red flame entering the room. Orange flames formed into a lady with scarlet hair, and a black suit of armor. Her red flame ears flicked, her tail swinging around. A red scythe sat haughtily on her shoulder, a sly grin on her pale face.

“If she takes the flames just as you have, Sir Arthur Firetail, I will spare her from the icy death.” She promised warmly, touching my forehead. “However she will fall into a deep slumber on the night of her twenty-first birthday unless she defeats Lady Iceheart. Oh, look at me forgetting to tell you my name. I am Lady Firestone, the guardian of the Flames. She will inherit my scythe when the time comes to exterminate her.” My family bowed to her, the red mark of the fox glowing on my forehead. The scene melted away to the empty black space with shelves. Right before my eyes, the firefox turned into Lady Firestone.

“Has it been nineteen years already.” She pondered, touching her red lips. “I wanted to warn you about something my dear. The fire within you will only get stronger. You must be careful, or you will become a full fledged demon with no way of turning back. I must warn you now since your powers woke up, you can only drink purebred vampire’s blood. It is the only thing that can sustain your power. Her slender hand cupped my face, my hair turning scarlet red. A sly grin spread across her face, her red eyes gazing into mine.

“Am I your granddaughter or something?” I asked, stepping back from her. “I am just wondering, what about the machine she was talking about?” Rubbing her forehead, a dull look glazed in her eyeballs. Panic ran rapidly through my mind, her lips parting over and over again.

“How can I put this?” She thought out loud before her eyes met mine. “I guess in a way. Not by blood, but by gift. That machine does exist by her, the Goddess of Ice. Unfortunately I have no clue what it even looks like. I am most sorry about that.” With a wink she was gone, the black world quaking around me.

“Your time is up.” Monsieur Dreams said coldly, taking my hand. “Wake up!”

Cold sweat dripped down my forehead, hot vomit flying up my throat. Groaning to himself, he brought over a mop. My head spun around, my eyes struggling to focus.

“So I am the product of a demon mating with a vampire?” I uttered in disbelief, my eyes falling on my now scarlet hair. “Why is my hair red?” He rolled his eyes, passing me a red notebook with glowing writing in it.

“I am done with you.” He ordered, fright ripe in his voice. “I don’t want them to hurt me because I helped you.” A red button sat in his hand, my head shaking violently. Shrill alarms rang out against the stone walls, red lights flashing. Metal doors started to go down, my body slamming onto the rock. Crawling under the door, it slammed shut behind me. All of my friends looked up at me, a look of alarm written across their faces.

“We have to go, before the army shows up!” I shouted, shoving the notebook into my large pocket. They leapt to their feet, boots thundering behind us. Men in black armor were chasing after us, my red scythe appearing in my hand. There was no way I was going to win, or any of us for that matter.

“Cut a path to your home.” Lady Firestone’s voice growled in my ear. “Just say the word home while slicing the air.” Slicing the air, I shouted the word home. Wonder brightened my eyes, a flaming stripe of flames whispering in the tunnel.

“Come on everyone.” I urged, watching them go through. “Close.” The rip faded in front of us, a magically protected Victorian mansion looming in front of us. Dark violet blanketed the front, the white accents of the wood breaking up the darkness. The birds of the night chirped happily, Elania waving to them. We walked past the force field, Jean spun me around. A devilish smile dawned on his face, his gloved hand playing with my red hair.

“I like the new look.” He admitted, kissing my forehead. “You really are a little firecracker now. Did you get your dream notebook?” Nodding, I handed it over to him. Tucking into his black suit pocket, he swept me off of my feet. Forgive me kiddies, I am off to have some fun.