A Fanfiction By Ape
Welcome to Moonlight Falls, were things are always bright and sunny. We are pleased to say we have many accomplishments and hold a very important place in the world despite being such a small town. We have low crime rate, a good education system for the kids, and plenty of places for the family to have fun. Some of our night places are the hottest all around and our parks are always clean and fresh. However one must be careful around the Full Moon, strange but perfectly safe things happen. Nothing to dangerous or hair raising... You'll do fine here in Moonlight Falls! I promise, and if you don't believe me then just listen to this story of Moonlight Falls' fine citizens. I promise you won't regret it. Moving here is the best choice for any person!
~Welcome To Moonlight Falls~
It was a bright and sunny August morning when the Grants pulled up to their new home in their small car.
“That, is our new home?” Zoey asked in disappointment.
“It's not that bad, Zoe, give it some time!” Tabitha nudged her daughter and turned the car off, “Come on, you're going to love the pond!”
The house Tabitha had bought was a small cottage surrounded by nothing but weeping willows and a front porch resting on top a pond filled of fish. Zoey walked in the house full of regret. Inside there was only room for a kitchen and a small table with two white rotting chairs.
“Don't worry, we'll get new furniture. I promise it'll look amazing, come see your room upstairs!” Tabitha towed Zoey up the creaky steps into a dimly lit hall with three doors, one had to be the bathroom and Zoey guessed the other two lead to their bedrooms. When Tabitha opened one, Zoey looked in and her heart sank.
“This House is smaller than Jessie's apartment.” Zoey moaned, her room didn't even have a proper bed, there wouldn't be enough room for one.
“I know it's not much, but it's all I had to work with.” Tabitha leaned against the door way, her daughter only rolled her eyes.
“I get that we had to move from New York but this is ridiculous.” Zoey went back down the stairs and looked in the mini fridge for something to eat, Tabitha closed the door on her.
“I'm trying the best I can for you Zoey. Since that happened-”
“You mean the bite.”
“Yes, the bite.” Tabitha sighed and leaned against one of the counters, “Honey we need to be careful.”
“Is that why we have no neighbors? Cause I didn't see a house on the drive up here.”
“There's a town, and yes we are a little on the outskirts but it's the best I could do on short notice. Zoey this is the perfect place to raise you now that... things have changed.”
“I didn't want things to change, I didn't ask for this. Any of this.” Zoey looked out the small window, she watched a bird pull an earthworm out of the ground.
“I know sweetie. But it did change and we needed new arrangements for you, people in New York wouldn't understand your gift.” Tabitha reached over and brushed a lock of blonde hair out of Zoey's face.
“This isn't a gift mom, this is a curse. I didn't want this, I want to be normal like every other girl! I want to go to school with my friends, laugh, meet some one special, worry about little things like part time jobs and money. I didn't want to have to worry about turning into a, a...” Zoey felt the anger burning inside her, she stumbled on her words, her mind was a jumbled mess, “LIKE A WILD ANIMAL!” She slammed her fist on the counter top and ran upstairs to her room.
“Zoey! Zoey wait!” Tabitha called after her but Zoey was too fast, Tabitha sighed again in frustration. She didn't know how to help her daughter. Tabitha glanced at the counter top, the wood was shattered.
Long locks of chestnut hair, bright blue eyes, and a enchanting smile. Armiee was a promising new writer just barely finding her way in the world. As she pulled into her new garage, Armiee couldn't help but laugh, her new house was everything she dreamed it would be. She walked the brick path for the first time and opened the stained glass doors for the first time. Inside was breathtaking, the kitchen had marble floors and two fridges. The dinning table was polished wood, a chandelier hanging, it's light setting a nice glow to everything. The white carpet beneath her feet was decorated with beautiful rugs of all kinds of patterns. At one end sat the large couch in front of a TV, a bookcase to it's side and a coffee table awaiting her lab top and hot chocolate. Armiee took a moment to bounce up and down, very excited about her new life as a free bird. She jumped on the couch, ran down the hall to her bedroom, already furnished with a burgundy themed dresser, bed, lamps, and a mirror. She fell into her bed and stared at the ceiling. Armiee could imagine it all, her whole life ahead of her.
“Time to unpack!” Armiee jumped up and returned to her old car outside to see a man her age jog past. She pretended not to see him and walked out to her mail box, she glanced to see him stop at the mail box beside her own.
“Hi there,” He smiled, his green eyes filled Armiee with curiosity.
“Hi.” Armiee giggled.
“I guess this house is yours?”
“Yeah, had it built and everything.”
“I was wondering who was going to live at the new place.” The man leaned on his mail box, he used the towel around his neck to wipe the sweat off his forehead, “I wished I had known sooner you were coming today, I would have greeted you properly.”
“Oh no, this works just fine for me.” Armiee blurted, the man bite his lip and Armiee blushed deeply, “I mean, I don't really care. It's not like I can see the six pack underneath your shirt, nor do I care much for the biceps or or the...” Armiee scratched her head, “Can we just pretend I didn't say that?”
“Sure,” The man chuckled, he offered his hand, “I'm Joseph.”
“Armiee.” She grabbed his hand and felt electricity run through them.
“That's a interesting name.”
“Hard to pronounce too, I used to twist people's arms for getting it wrong.” Armiee joked, Joseph raised his eyebrows, “Get it, cause arm, armiee...”
“Yeah.” he nodded.
“Sorry, I have no idea where that came from. I'm usually a lot cooler then this.” Armiee looked down at her feet.
“No it's fine, I think rather than cool, it's better that you're like this. Very cute.” Now it was Joseph's turn to blush.
“I meant, sweet. Yeah sweet.” He rushed to correct himself, Joseph stopped leaning on his mail box. Armiee couldn't help but laugh at his flustered expression.
“Well thank you.” She played with her hair.
“You do realize you haven't let go of my hand, right?”
“What?” Armiee continued to smile, Joseph looked down at their hands. “Oh, sorry.” Armiee let go in a haste.
“Do you need help, moving in?” Joseph pointed to her house.
“Oh no, everything is already in there, so no.” Armiee answered a little too quickly, she rocked back and forth on her heels.
“Well stop by any time, if you need anything, I'm just right there.” Joseph pointed to the stone house to the left of Armiee's bright home. “It looks like a dark dungeon from the outside but it's much nicer inside.”
“It's nice.” Armiee lied, she never liked houses that looked to dreary. “It was nice to meet you Joseph.”
“You as well, Army.”
“No need to apologize, it happens all the time.”
“I still feel bad about it.” Joseph ran his finger through his black hair, “I'll tell you what, how about I show you around town some time?”
“I would like that, very much.” Armiee bit her lip.
“Welcome to Moonlight Falls Armiee.”
Rebecca slammed the door, it broke the hinges and cracked the wood. She felt her heart racing, she ripped her shirt to expose her undershirt and fell to the ground. Rebecca tried to control her breath but it only grew heavier. She hit her head against the wall in frustration, a vicious growl grew in her throat as she tried to fight back the claws. Rebecca tore the carpet, she moaned and sweat dropped from her chin. Rebecca couldn't help but cry as her back cracked, the pain too great to handle, the beast to strong to fight. Her amber eyes began to glow.
“Just like that, exactly, focus and concentrate.” Zant lifted Lance's arm, “Don't forget to point at the object with your wand.”
“Dad, it's not working.” Lance replied in annoyment.
“Just give it a moment son, you'll get it if you just focusssss.” Zant let his 's' linger in Lance's ear, Malinda came out to the porch with a jug or lemonade and a plate gingersnaps. She wiped her hands on her apron.
“I don't think he appreciates you doing that dear.” She sat down and poured a glass for her husband and son.
“Shh!” Zant put his finger to his lips, “He's almost got it. That's it Lance, just imagine the feather. Flying in the air.” The three of them waited in silence at Lance continued to point his wand at the feather. So far, the thing wasn't moving an inch, Lance glared at the thing, willing it in his mind to move. Finally the wind picked up and the feather blew away. Lance put down his wand and looked at the ground in shame.
“That's it! You did it!” Zant faked the excitement.
“The wind did it Dad.” Lance mummered.
“Oh come on! If you think like that then the feather has one!” Zant gave Lance's shoulder a hardy shake, “You were so close Lance, I felt the magic dripping off your wand.”
“Face it Dad, I don't have it. I'm human.”
“No you're not!” Zant ran his hand through Lance's hair, Lance shrugged him off, a car honked in the distance.
“That's Sherry, I'll see ya later.” Lance handed Zant the wand and gave Malinda a kiss on his cheek.
“Wait a second, your girlfriend can wait!” Zant called after Lance, who was already half way to Sherry in her convertible, “We were in the middle of a magic lesson.” Zant watched hopelessly as Lance got in the car and drove off with Sherry.
“Maybe next time dear.” Malinda held out a glass of lemonade to Zant, he took it and sat down beside her.
“I just don't understand what happened. He used to love learning magic.”
“You mean about magic. Lance hasn't even lifted a feather yet.”
“He's still learning.” Zant snapped, he played with the wand in his hand, “See the problem isn't him, it's this wand. It's all wrong for him.”
“That's the sixteenth wand you've made for him dear.”
“Well I made it wrong, look at the handle, he can't properly grip it.” Zant fiddled with the thing, Malinda put her glass on the table and stood up. She put her arms around Zant and laid her chin on his shoulder.
“Is this really about the wand?”
“What else could it be, this wand has to be defective.”
“You said the same thing about the last one.”
“The last one was the same as well.”
“Honey, it's not the wand.” Malinda took the wand from Zant's hands and snapped it in two. “It's Lance, he thinks he isn't special.”
“But he is special.”
“I know that, and you know that, but I don't think he does.” Malinda placed the two halves on the table and sat in Zant's lap.
“Why? Why doesn't he understand? He used to love magic, now all he does is mumble and hang out with that skimpy girl.”
“Oh honey, Sherry isn't skimpy.”
“You've seen the way she dresses, skirts up to her thighs, shirts down to her... bosom. No self respecting woman would dress like that.”
“I recall I used to dress like that.” Malinda smiled.
“No, you are a fairy, you wore flowers and spring leafs and water. There is a difference.” Zant played with Malinda's curls, “Besides, when you wear human clothes, you wear beautiful gowns and ribbons.”
“Times change, Lance is growing up. He isn't seven anymore dear, he's already seventeen. There's no room for magic in his world.”
“Does that mean he has no time for an old wizard like me?” Zant pouted, Malinda played with his red hair.
“Of course not.” Malinda smiled at Zant, “You know how much he admires you.” She caressed his cheek and leaned in for a kiss. When their lips touched, Zant wrapped his arms around her waist and Malinda couldn't focus on holding back her wings any longer. Purple dust formed and swirled around, glitter floated gently to the ground as her wings shined brightly. Zant loved Malinda's wings, he loved every bit of her. The smell of honey dew on her soft skin, the curls that cascaded down her back, the dimples that exposed themselves when she smiled.
“My darling wife.” Zant whispered, Malinda rested her head on his chest, “I'm afraid Lance is too much like me.”
“I don't know about that, he does have my peculiar taste in music.”
“That I will never understand.” Zant joked, Malinda laughed, he felt it her rub her nose into his neck.
“He's probably going to be out all day with her.”
“Doing god knows what.” Zant huffed.
“You raised him to be better than that!” Malinda punched his stomach lightly.
“It's not him I'm worried about, it's that Sherry girl.”
“You really need to stop calling her that.”