Ysbryd Iawn o Ryfeddod

Part VI


Alaric woke up just in time for school. he broke every traffic law getting there anyway. perhaps he was letting himself get out of control. he had to keep his focus. it was what made him worthy. it was what made him lovable. a will that always accomplished what it desired.

a star watched them. grieving for their confusion. her silver hair not willing to cover her eyes like she wished. she loved them both. Alaric and Lovey. they were dearly loved. they would see. they were protected. Lovey would not die like devil wanted her to. that was her prayer.

a man in a white leather jacket leaned against the back of his white bmw suv, watching Lovey head into the school. she would graduate tomorrow. he smiled. he pictured the scene again and again changing the details to see what was needed for the most beautiful theatre ever performed on this planet. for that was what he was: the director of the theatre, the set desinger, the producer, the costume designer, and this time he would even be an actor himself, like Puck before him. his fingers trembled. he was breathless with anticipation. he raised two fingers to his lips, kissed them, then smacked the american flag aplique that was in the back window of his car. it was a good day to be alive if that was what he was. he climbed into the car, and went back to picturing the scene. he needed to keep his focus:

she reaches for her diploma, her auburn hair perfectly arranged under her graducation cap, the black costume flowing out behind her as she runs towards the ticket out of her father’s clutches. bam! he shoots her hand off. then right between the eyes he places a silver bullet. no. no. no. too easily thought of. anyone could have thought up that.

graduation over, she heads across the street to a party. by this time she has shed the purple robe and is dressed in a pink and black sleeveless dress that ends high up on her thighs. she would be the desire of every guy for once in her life. he rubbed his finger in circles on his temple. yes. she wanted to be desired even more than she wanted escape. she would be crossing the street in her pink and black checkered heels. he would hit her. blood looks so good on pink and white. such a vibrant red shining off of the lovely pink. all the guys would be watching her cross the street, fantasizing. she would see them. then she wouldn’t. dead before she could live. before she could find her purpose. before she could be desired and possessed. yes. blood looks so good on pink and white.

‘I graduate tomorrow,” thought Alaric and Lovey at the same time though neither knew that. Alaric hadn’t given it much thought. He had never needed a permission slip for him to do what he wanted, as many considered a diploma to be. Lovey, on the other hand, had thought about it a lot. But both of them had spent many hours thinking about the after-party. a bunch of kids had rented the house right across the street from the football field, where graduation was always held, to have it in. that had been the tradtiton since 1920. a bootlegger had lived there and had opened up the house on graduation night so the kids could get drunk. there were still secret passages and storage where one to this day might still find moonshine. some said the principal kept an old still in the basement. others said he was just having an affair on the greasy couch shoved against the one earthen wall. no one really cared.

the party was going to be the best one since the original. mostly because there wasn’t going to be any beer at this party. just vodka, burbon, scotch, etc. though both Lovey and Alaric hated the rich kids, this time they were coming in handy.

this last day of school passed on without event, as both of the star's beloveds left after attendance.