The Lycan Luna

Jason POV

I looked up towards the hallway. Different people of different calibers stretched out far as eyes could see. They were chatting, clinking their wine glasses and laughing. The party was going on lively and I struggled to keep to their liveliness. I just wished I could be happy just like they were. It was a pity that I couldn't.

After that sad encounter with Amy, I hadn't been able to forgive myself or even move on. It is a surprise that this certain incident had happened for about a hundred years now. That might have gotten you shocked, I know.

My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience.

The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.

Back to the party now.

I look forward and my sharp eye meets different people looking at me back. I wasn't strange and they stopped looking at me now. They were probably looking at me because I seemed different. I was the only one alone at the party. Others were involved in a discussion with their friends and families. I just stood there alone and sipped my champagne.

In my mind, I thought briefly about my friend, Kenny. He had gone off to see a friend of his and he was yet to be back. I pictured him in my 'mind's eye' talking to people and I was frustrated. I couldn't stand there alone and continue looking like a moron. I decided to go find Kenny.

“No problem. Let me find Kenny. If he is having any irrelevant discussion then I would drag him out instantly.” I said to myself as I got going.

I dragged myself from where I was standing and started to search around for Kenny. I didn't want to call his name out loud. I had to use my eyes, not my mouth, to find him. It was absolutely hard to stress my specially sharp eyes when looking for the kind of friend Kenny was.

Don't get me wrong, I actually like and fancies Kenny a lot. He isn't just my best pal, he is my only pal. He is the only friend which I have ever had in my life. Being so long on earth, I didn't want to call too much attention to myself. Kenny was only 50 years old but he had seen through thick and thin with me. That had made me like him.

However, I have to say that he has his own shortcomings. For example, Kenny could stay on talking to a total stranger for a whole forty eight hours. This wasn't an exaggeration as it had actually happened. It was during a party which we both attended together courtesy of Kenny. He was the one who fixed my invitation and pass card.

It had actually happened that Kenny had to urinate. He went to the toilet to ease his bladder while I waited at the bar for him. I waited for about thirty minutes but he just didn't arrive. That made me go look for him but I couldn't find him. I searched everywhere but he seemed to not exist.

That day, I asked everyone but I still couldn't get a hint as to where he could be. At some moment, I thought he had been kidnapped. I didn't know what to do and I just continued searching everywhere. Later after forty eight hours, Kenny finds me and tells me that he had met some couple of guys at the seat just before the way to the toilet. He used the toilet and went to join their interesting topic. About five minutes, they wanted to leave and he followed them. He later told me that he had the time of his life in the house of total strangers. Actually, I and Kenny were direct opposites. Sometimes, I wondered how we managed to hack our friendship up.

Anyways, after he told me of what happened with him, I knew I was in real trouble by associating with him. Of course, it was too late and I couldn't step out of the friendship.

Back to the present time.

I was heading down to find Kenny when I saw a familiar figure. The figure was one which I could never forget in my life. I tried to catch the remembrance and I eventually did.

The figure resembled every bit of Amy, my past lover who had died. I stared at the girl who resembled her so much and struggled to see the girl's face. My heart was beating hard and harder every second.

Slowly, I watched the girl stand upright and turned to face my direction. I watched her face my direction fully and I gasped as I caught her in my sight.

The girl was a spitting image of my past Amy. She just looked exactly like my Amy. I had wanted to rush into her arms and stay there all day but something about this new girl made me realize that she wasn't my past lover. She probably was a reincarnation of Amy.

With my heart beating louder than ever, I watched the lady leave the place. My eyes followed her and captured all I had to know about her.

Her dress, its color, her shoes and its color amidst others. That was enough for me not to forget the lady.

As far as I could, I ran to find Kenny so as to tell him the latest development. What I had just wasn't what I could keep in my heart again. I had to confide in someone and that person I could actually say was Kenny.

I soon found Kenny amidst some pals. They were talking about something which seemed interesting just from the sound of it. I called Kenny out and quickly told him about what I had seen.

“Why are you here? You've missed a lot.” I told him as I gazed at him and noticed a strand of black hair peeking out of his gray-colored hair.

“Really? What have I missed?” Kenny asked in his normal inquisitive nature.

I lower my voice deliberately and tell him about Amy. He looks up at me for a moment without talking.

“Which Amy?” He finally asked as he looked up at me with a smirk beginning to form on his face. I felt like he was jeering at me.

“Why ask that question? Have I discussed two 'Amys' with you?” I ask in a mature nature.

“Are you sure she is the one?” He asked back.

“Yes, I am.”

“What do you want to do now?” Kenny asked as he looked at me closely. “I don't think I actually believe you.”

And with that statement made, I dragged him closer and muttered in the cloth she wore and other notable facts about her. I then told him to find everything he could about her.

Kenny left immediately to help me do that. Just then, my mind went down memory lane.