So, I know I’m late to the Full Moon Romance short story rush, but…. Wait, what? First, other authors don’t write about Tax Day, and now you don’t all have a full moon romance? What’s wrong with you, people? Crap, I have two of them. But I’m only posting one of them because full moon romance short stories only come along once in a full moon…or something like that.
The Cold and Lovely Moon
From my cot, I watched the clouds drifting across the dimming sky. The electric gridwork on the window between the panes of glass ensured I wouldn’t escape, but I had no idea why some of the glass walls of our cubed enclosure had it too.
“It’s a cold night,” the man in the next cell commented.
“The sun hasn’t even set yet.” My voice sounded flat. It was a little boring being under constant scrutiny again—even if Tiberius did help offset that. I’d started out shy around him, but now I got up and went to stand against the outside wall near the glass splitting his cube from mine. There was a postcard-sized metal window between us that we could talk through, but the actual wall it was in didn’t have the gridwork. Not sure why.
“The moon will rise, the clouds will clear, and it will be a cold night. I can feel it,” he corrected with a long look. He can be so smug, but I like that about him.
He keeps his beard tightly trimmed, but then lets his dark hair get shaggy and past his shoulders. He’s civilized and untamed all at once, and I like that too. Other than the sky I can see from my window, he’s the best thing around to look at and when he sometimes does chin-ups shirtless on the bar in his “room,” I’m grateful for the clear wall of glass between us.
“This will be your first time, but you’ll get familiar with the moon and its phases.” He’d been saying strange things like this all day. I don’t think he’s quite learned the difference between weird and interesting, but his arrogance makes it work either way.
A commotion outside our cubed enclosures grabbed my attention. The men in lab coats had come and gone all day. Now they were back, pouring in through the far door in good spirits—all smiles like they’d won the lottery. The last week they’d done nothing more than bring food each day, and now they brought clipboards and new faces. It’d be quite the gathering tonight. I was planning on being as boring as possible. I might even turn in early.
“Tiberius,” the speaker above us said. A tall, thin man spoke into a box near the front metal door. “Now that you have a female of your kind, we’ll have more questions.”
A female of his kind? Wouldn’t that basically be any female? What had been in here before me? No wonder he found me fascinating. They’d probably had a goat or something in here before. That’d explain the animal smell when I’d first arrived. It didn’t bother me anymore at least.
I glared at the scientist talking. I had a grudge to pick with that white coat. He’d grabbed me from my cell and shot me full of some crap that stung in my veins for the first two days. The others liked to stare, but they didn’t piss me off like he did. Whatever he’d injected me with—that stuff had really stung. If it was meant to knock me out and sedate me for the trip here, it hadn’t worked. In fact, it’d made me more irritable and pissy than ever and, as the judge can attest, I didn’t need that. Actually, everyone at the trial could attest to that. Hell, I just wanted to rip that guy to shreds and claw that pleased look off his face.
He had a clipboard in his hand also—all of them seemed to. I knew they were expecting something to happen. I mean, that’s why I was on display, right? But I was tempted to go hide in the bathroom of my cube for the night. At least there, the scientists and Tiberius couldn’t sit and stare at me.
Okay, I didn’t mind Tiberius staring at me.
The white coats would take notes, though. Can you say “creepy as hell?”
“Holy Shite,” Tiberius muttered, scowling. “They think they’ve got a nature documentary, and they’ll get to see some wild animal kingdom mating.”
“Between us?” I asked. “There’s a wall separating us. You must be some kind of stud if they think that’ll happen.” And the window wasn’t that big.
He grinned. “That’s not a problem.”
“Why do you think the walls are electric besides the one between us?” he asked, leaning against the outside wall that was mostly stone aside from the window.
“I have no idea what to think. Nothing has made sense since I arrived.” I slid down the wall to sit on the floor. I’d spent much of the first week alternating between screaming and swearing, but I’d stopped that—partly because it just seemed to amuse Tiberius. And, also, there seemed to be no point. I was here, and I’d stay here.
I was supposed to be serving another nickel for aggravated manslaughter. Actually, the only thing aggravating had been that someone hadn’t run over that abusive bastard sooner, before all the stuff he’d “allegedly” done to my friend. Seven years was totally worth it. Even after two years, I still thought that.
But this place was better than prison…somewhat. The food wasn’t bad. I was getting a lot of reading in, and they didn’t even complain about all the paranormal books I requested—in fact, they seemed to find it funny. We each had treadmills and small bathrooms with showers. If all the walls other than the bathroom’s weren’t clear, this would have been better than my first apartment and, really, the walls in that dump were so thin that the privacy level was about the same. All in all, it wasn’t bad for a glass house. Of course, I’d still be cool with someone throwing rocks at it, but it didn’t suck completely.
Tiberius was a nice step up from my previous cell-mate. Three hundred pound Krissy kept telling me I should be saved—praised be and amen—but then stole my dessert every day. Tiberius even gave me his bacon the last few mornings. The man knew the way to my heart. Bacon and watching a shirtless man do chin-ups. I might start swearing and screaming if they tried to take me out of here now.
“You find her acceptable?” that moron white coat asked Tiberius with a nod at me.
Eww. I looked up at my fellow inmate. I’m not sure there’s a right answer to that question.
Tiberius grinned. “She’ll do.”
Well, that wasn’t a bad answer. He wasn’t so bad himself. Still, he’d have a fight on his hands if he tried anything in front of the white coats—even if he could magically get through the glass wall.
That idiot white coat nodded, while scribbling furiously on his clipboard, and wandered off toward a small kitchen where our meals were prepared. A coffee dispenser had been percolating there for the last forty minutes. It smelled stronger than normal. Maybe they were expecting a long, sleepless night watching me sleep. Creepy. As. Hell.
Tiberius leaned down and whispered, “In two minutes, the moon will crest the mountains. Your skin will begin to sting. Stand near the opposite wall and wait until I can get us out of here. The pain will lessen when we’re in direct moonlight.”
“We’re getting out of here?” I raised an eyebrow. I’d always liked his smugness because he’s usually right. He can predict what we’re having to eat long before they bring it over to us. He also likes to taunt the white coats about their personal lives, and the fact that they always look embarrassed and uncomfortable says he’s right. This time, though… I mean, c’mon, the glass walls were freaking thick.
“Of course we’re getting out of here.”
“First, I’ll break this glass wall between us with my claws.”
“Claws?” I said it slowly so he’d know how unimpressed I was. He only got points with me when he was being strangely sexy, not just strange.
He nodded, and his mouth twitched like he found something funny. “If the window wasn’t so high, I’d break through there. Instead, I’ll break through our kennel’s front, possibly kill a few of the white coats, and we’ll be gone. I’ll kill the one you hate…for you.” He grinned. “My version of flowers.”
Kennel? Weird choice of words. I might’ve used cage instead. Kennel made us sound like we were rabid dogs.
“Right,” I said, smiling. Okay, he was funny…and entertaining, and it didn’t look like the white coats would be letting us watch cable tonight. And that was criminal. “You’ve been able to break through that electric wall all this time, and you just didn’t feel like it?”
“Well, I do have to wait for a full moon…and they mentioned they’d be getting me a female right after I arrived.”
My skin started stinging.
Copyright © 2013 by Wendy Sparrow
If you liked this story, let me know in the comments and maybe I’ll post the other full moon short on the next full moon.
Also, if you liked this, you would love Frosted…I swear. Check it out on Entangled’s site where you can even read the first chapter.
Since I’m just giving away links to other pages, how about a link to my Tax Day story: Downstairs from Hell? Okay, but now you’re done. No more links for you.