Her Moon, His Song

CHAPTER ONE: ~Avery: I was thirteen the first time I realized the power of my own voice. It was at my fifth foster home, and I had finally snapped, yelling at my foster ‘father’ when he tried to beat up his son, a helpless six year old. I screamed at him to stop and when he struck him the first time with the spiked whip he and his wife liked to use - I told him to die. And he did. In the chaos that ensued after he started hanging himself, I was able to get this son out of the basement, along with my two other foster brothers who had been locked in the punishment closet upstairs. We ran, as the psycho’s wife screamed down below, wailing because she found her husband, hanging from a beam by the neck. I had developed rules for myself over the years. Some rules I made that same night, others I made after things went badly over time. Live and learn. Most importantly, I can’t get emotionally attached. I’ve learned that my emotions trigger my ability, and I can’t afford to murder anyone e

CHAPTER THREE: ~Avery: The piece of sh** in a human body marched forward, straight into the river. He sank in further and further, as he trudged to the deepest part of the current, dunking his whole body below. My power felt like pure ecstasy, flowing through my veins. I wanted more. More obedience. More death. MORE. I stood at the shore, eyes wide, an evil grin on my face as I took it all in. The bubbles coming from the water stopped after some moments and I saw his body rise to the surface to get carried away by the current. I soaked it in, his life force. The darkness of his soul had me shivering in delight. My god, nothing could feel this good. I felt energized, and in desperate need for another. I pulled my hood back, freeing my hair and inhaled the pine scent, feeling incredibly alive. Turning on my heel to march back towards civilization, I was ready to hunt. My boots crunched through the leaves. I could smell a bonfire up ahead and slowed my pace to quiet my movements. My m

CHAPTER FIVE: ~Avery: “Hey! I’m up here, one second!” A female, melodic voice called from above. There was rustling up on top of the garage roof. I heard leaves crunching and a bucket or something hit the ground. “Uh, are you okay?!” I called. “Yeah, no worries!” The voice assured. Blond hair popped up into view and a cheery, pink face grinned and waved. “Just give me two minutes!” I looked down at my new phone, at the posting in the town’s Facebook page and compared the posted pictures with the small home I was looking at. The few photos didn’t do it justice. Thisplace looked like a Swiss Chalet. It was adorable. This was still looking up. I sent a silent prayer to no one that she would pick me. Elizabeth Meyers, the owner, came around the corner introducing herself. She had dazzling bright eyes and long blond hair that was tied up in a messy low bun. She had gloves on and looked like she had been working outside. “Sorry about the delay, I really thought I would be well done

CHAPTER SEVEN:~Avery: My first night here and while I felt safe, I was restless. I had fallen asleep earlier but had woken up a few times. Now at 4am, I wasn’t going to fight it any longer. I crept out of the sleeping bag on the floor, and picked up a pillow. Setting it on the floor next to one of the big windows I made myself a temporary chair. I looked out at the woods, pulled my legs under my arms and sighed. The sun would start rising soon. It was very cold out there, although you couldn’t tell just by looking. A breeze came through the trees, rusting the pine needles on the trees close by. I spotted the slight movement of an owl in a tree. We stared at each other for some time. I rolled my neck and looked into the moon, searching it for strength. The moon had helped me regain control of myself when I had nearly lost it. It would maybe be too much to ask for it to help me again?There was knocking on the door.“Amy? Sorry! Are you up?” Beth called from behind the door.I must h

CHAPTER NINE:~Avery: It wasn’t so bad here. And as bars go, this one seemed pretty different. I was still on guard, trying to avoid the dark corners where seedy behavior could be going on, but I was maybe starting to have fun? The place was more of a dance club that happened to be set inside an old school bar, something you would picture in this woodsy town. But the dance floor, the music, the sound system, the lighting, it was all very modern. And I couldn’t fight it for long. Music sang to me, to my blood. A small dose of what it felt like to control someone, to make them do things. It hasn't always been easy for me to distinguish the two. But thankfully I had grown from those days. The base thrummed and Beth and I twirled around with some girls who had immediately taken to us when we got here. Beth had a handsome tall, lanky guy dancing around her for some time who set my alarms off but after a few looks from me he seemed to back off. Some. After a few songs we went with the ot