Work of Fiction

MoonKissed, A work of fiction, part two.

Chapter One, Part Two:

Anyway, today I was looking for a missing kid.  I had a lead that a little boy matching the description had been seen wandering down by one of the creeks, or runs as they are called in Virginia.  I had been following my nose as it were and had picked up the smell of bubblegum and sweat.  Thinking that I might have caught a break and could get this kid home to his worried parents by dinner time, made me elated.  That is the part of the job I love the most, happy endings.

So I followed the smell into this abandoned building.  Instead of finding the kid I was looking for I found a bank robber who had a thing for bubble gum.  When he pulled his gun I just knew my day wasn’t going to get any better.  Of course I lunged at him, the moonkissed can move pretty quick, and got a bullet to the shoulder for my trouble. 

“Damn that hurts”

  After, I subdued the culprit and had him handcuffed, my foot in the middle of his back.   I debated what to do about the blood running down my arm.  I knew it would heal quickly, but if I called the cops in they would want me to see a doctor or at least an EMT.  But I can’t do that.  Keeping our status as moonkissed, has been a secret for thousands of years.  The ruling council of priestesses wanted to keep it that way.  Don’t get me started on the ruling council.  My aunt just happens to be the head priestess and yes, she tries to make my life miserable.

So, I could change into a wolf and the wound would disappear completely.  But that meant giving the bank robber a peep show since I would have to strip in order to save my clothes. Decisions, decisions….  Finally I decided to knock the guy out so he wouldn’t see me change.  I don’t let just anyone see me naked.