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    Lightbulb Evolution Of Fable (PG-13)

    An author’s foreword note:
    ORIGINAL / PG-13:For blood and some suggestive themes in later chapters.

    Fic Betaed By Pink Parka Girl as of 6/24/06

    It all started with this line of questions;

    In the Pokémon world, if you don't go on a journey at age ten then what? Better yet, what happens to twentysomethings and older in the Pokémon world?
    My answers to these questions, although a bit unorthodox, I hope will entertain you and make you think a little bit as well.
    A usually short narrative making an edifying or cautionary point and often employing as characters animals that speak and act like humans.

    Every world has its stories, its forgotten people working droning jobs with little consideration or hope toward the future.
    The Pokémon world is no different. For a fable never truly fades with time, it simply evolves.

    I. A nurses confession, the beginning of a fable.
    My name is Yvonne, which is not pronounced like “A-von”( that product annoying salespeople dressed up as Delibird advertise), but “Ee-von”.

    I stopped typing on my laptop slowly after this bold statement, wondering if I had come across in too snooty a tone with which to began a memoir.

    No, no, it’s fine, I decided. After all, if I can’t be high and mighty in my own writing, where else can I ?

    The rest of the details of my birth (“May 16th, 9:45 am”) and hometown (“The secluded water city of Cerulean”) followed soon after, and poured so swiftly from my typing fingers that I could have sworn I was writing with an ink pen by candlelight like all the great master writers...

    I felt my brow pull down in effort and my blue eyes squint into a driven glaze as I wrote on, my own personal inner cheerleading squad shouting me on.

    Headed for future glory! Bound to be written about in the history books! Others will look at the place in which I sit today and speak “Lo’! This is where the famous one penned her greatest wor...!

    “Nurse Joy! N.U..R.S..E...JOOOY!” A pitiful, whimpering, and somewhat whiny voice hollered out of the blue.

    “Ack!” I replied, spilling over backward from the bar stool like perch I had been sitting on. I fell with a crash, the white titles on the ceiling of the room appearing blurry before my eyes for a couple uneasy moments before rearranging themselves back into line.

    Funny, I had never noticed what a fine remodeling job the work crew had done on the building before. Granted, I had never viewed it from an upside down ground level position before, ether.

    Ours was a small pokemon center after all, situated in between the outskirts of Viridian Forest and Pewter City.

    Everyone (myself and a handful of my peers who also hate working here) was rightfully surprised that a “middle of nowhere” center like this one would be approved for the funding to get repairs and other much needed maintenance done. Yet, here it was in all its “work environment” glory; with new black and white title floors so clean you could eat off their glossy surface, sky blue and baby yellow sunflower print wallpaper, and glossy red counter tops with matching red cushioned stools that gave the illusion we were running a 50's malt shop rather than a pokemon healing facility. All of this was meant, in essence, to energize we “workers” and provide a safe, happy place for all.

    Oh, how I it hated so.

    I got up slowly, rubbing my head at the point of its impact with the shiny linoleum and wondering why new pokemon trainers always happened to be so loud and energetic in the middle of the afternoon.
    Then I saw who it was.

    “Oh, hello Billy, how nice to see you again. How are you?” I spoke in the false sweet happy tone that was company policy.

    If ever there was a legend around this pokemon center it was Billy. This ten year beginner had been coming to my center for the better part of a month, at least twice a day, seven days a week. His light hair was always dirty and sometimes it was difficult to tell whether the large collection of band aids covering areas of his face and knees in situated clumps were barely holding his small preadolescent body together; or if he was only pretending to get in the bloody battles with lone Pidgey he often talked about. Ether way, his only pokemon, a tiny Weedle, always ended up getting the business end of whatever they came across and was, as a result, battled well beyond its limit.

    Every. Single. Day.

    It was more than enough to make any pokemon caretaker sick, and one reason of many why I hated this job. My cheerfulness at helping trainers like Billy may have been pretend, but my love for pokémon certainly was not.

    “Stupid Weedle fainted again! He’s so weak, ya know.” Billy said briskly, reaching a hand into his pocket and digging out a pokéball.

    Beaten and dented, the once bright red and white pokemon container was now a half dark brown and tan mess from the ingrained dirt on its surface. I poked it inquisitively with a fingernail, wincing as a half inch deep section of sediment crumbled off the sphere.

    I knew from experience the pokemon inside couldn’t be much better.

    “Okay then, well, we’ll just give Weedle a few moments on the pokéball energizer and send him back to be looked at by the type specialty nurses.” I said oh-too-cheerfully, my smile masking the inner dialogue that was running though my head as I took the ball.

    This is a pokemon center, not a quickie mart! Shame on you for battling your pokemon so recklessly! They are living things just like you or me and..

    “Thanks Nurse Joy, but could you hurry up? Just healin’ it on the table thingie should be good enough.” Billy said, wiping his nose with a band-aid covered hand.

    My. Name. Is. Not. JOY! My inner voice of truth yelled. It’s Yvonne! How many times do I have to tell you before you get in though your head!

    And, um, I’m not really a nurse ether..

    My last thought stopped me from correcting the little boy about my name for what seemed like the hundredth time. If he knew that I was still just a student at Kanto Nurse Joy University there was no telling what might spill forth from his brace lined teeth, and I could really do without that today.

    School. Phh. It wasn’t as if I really loved what I was being taught there...

    I placed the pokéball in the round indentation and watched the life force of the pokemon glow for a moment inside the ball with a studious concentration.

    A second later, much to Billy’s disapproval, I had whisked the ball, pokemon and all, into the back hallway and handed it off to our center’s resident bug type P.P.D.

    He flashed me a look of “oh, this again,” and began to go to work like a well oiled, if a little old, machine.

    I returned to the front desk, nimbly getting down on my hands and knees to avoid being detected by the boy, and snatched up my trusty laptop from the floor where it had fallen.

    And now it’s time for this little intern to get back to her life’s story, I remarked gleefully to myself, making a speedy, crawling retreat to the quiet recovery room.


    The recovery room was a cozy and inviting place. It was heated in the early evening with a tried and true small kerosene heater, lit by lamps and night lights.

    The new sky blue wallpaper reflected the light in a soft manner, making the room appear a light gold color that bathed every form within it. Pokemon, small and large alike, lay here, some tucked inbetween lacy blankets like foundling babies. Overall it felt like a nursery, and at this time of day, was the most perfect place to write I could hope for.

    In this peaceful silence that seemed to hang in the air, broken only by the soft sleeping sounds of the pokemon, I had been putting myself in a mental psychologist’s chair for the better part of four hours,
    far away in my own “writers world”.

    When had it started? When had I began to hate this job?

    Well, from the very beginning, I answered myself. Since when I was little and wanted to be a pokemon trainer.

    My parents had said it was too dangerous and put me into school. Into something nice and safe that would give me a career “fit for a young lady.”

    Now, all I knew of any use was the beginning courses of being a “pokéball technical nurse”, a fancy title for the nurse whose only job is to run a pokemon center’s pokéball energizer day and night, and can say “would you like to rest your pokemon?” and “we hope to see you again! ” in five different Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn dialects.

    It all comes down to wanting to make my parents happy, I suppose.

    Despite my hidden temper all I had every wanted was to make everyone in my life happy with me.

    It sounded so pitiful now that I thought of it that way.

    After all, I was nineteen, going on twenty in a month or so. Almost an official adult. Who knew if my father might get it into his head to arrange a marriage for me or something, all for my “own good?”

    I felt my eyes widen in horror at the thought.

    What if he already had and just hadn’t told me yet? What would I do then to please everyone?

    A shiver ran down my spine and I shook it off, going back to typing more notes on my computer, only much slower this time.

    My parents would be shocked if they knew that since my dreams of being a Pokémon trainer had been crushed, I had set my sights on being a best selling author. It was a job that, to them, ranked somewhere between someone who cleans out cages at the zoo and a homeless bird woman.

    I typed the next words with vigor:

    But never the less, as a proud bookworm for years, I continue on under their noses.

    My cheeks suddenly flushed as I remembered the other thing I had been keeping from them.

    The one reason why had I taken the Saturday shift in the first place... HIM.

    Last edited by Orange_Flaaffy; 30th April 2008 at 06:07 PM.

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    The single line of text in his usual stately Times New Roman sent my heart into nervous flip-flops in my stomach. They were the words every person in an internet relationship both hopes for and dreads.

    My eyes, scanning over and reading the declaration for what seemed like the tenth time, were the only part of my body I could feel moving as my mouth went dry and my thoughts started playing emotional maracas. The words began with an innocent every day “I want..” and ended with the ever popular earth shattering, “...to meet you.”

    The logical side of my mind was the first to speak

    Of course he would want to meet you in real life, you’ve been talking online for almost six months now.

    “Yvonne? Are you still there? “ The stately black text appeared slowly, almost shyly in the empty white space of the private chat room.

    I blinked, startled out of my misty daze and typed in reply hurriedly.

    “Yes, I’m here.”

    I could almost hear his laugh, or what I had always thought of as his laugh come across the endless silence of the internet.

    “Thank goodness for that, I thought for a moment you had fainted.”

    I smiled, chicken pecking a reply cheerfully with a lone four fingers like in my high school days.

    “”Well, you did floor me, that is for sure.”

    My spirits began to lighten slightly. This was not a stranger I was speaking to after all, it was Nathan. Nathan, the same person I had spent months confiding in, who always was so understanding of how maddening work could be, who seemed to be the only one to really see the world like I did...

    “So, should I take that pause as a ‘no?’ I wouldn’t want to make you do anything you do not want to, you know that.”

    “Yes...I mean, no, no! I would love to meet you, really I would.” I typed, flustered and tripping over my own virtual tongue quite nicely.

    “ 8:30 pm then, next Saturday. At the edge of forest in back of your Center...I wouldn’t want you to get scolded for meeting a boyfriend on your employer’s time, after all.”

    I let out a giggle at the word boyfriend, a term as rare in the world of a pokemon nurse as a noon time sighting of a flying Doduo over Pewter City.

    Taking in a deep breathe, I replied at that very moment while my mind was still numbed with happiness.


    A fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Yvonne, my logical side chimed in now, seeing that the coast was clear as my faded happiness from days before had been replaced by the chill of being outside for the last ten minutes.

    Having paid the price of the customary sacrificial apple filled bear claw to my chubby overseer for an hour of "I don't know where she went or when she will be back" time, I sat scot-free...and waiting. The waiting was the hardest part.

    The appointed meeting spot was a serene grove of fir and oak just outside the line of sight of anyone who might happen to glance out of the rear windows of the building.

    The seat upon which I was nervously resting now also happened to be the edge of the honorable center’s guest room heating and air conditioner.

    I dug the toe of my shoe into the earth that rimmed the surrounding concrete of the large grey metal box with a choppy kick.

    [I]A nineteen girl old girl was found dead today,[/I an emotionless news reporter rattled in my minds eye. Rumor has it she had taken up the obsessive desperate practice of online dating, and was planning to meet the man she had been conversing with soon after she disappeared. Film at ten.

    No, No! I shook my head with a rough forward jerk, clearing my fears. You’ve got to think positive! Think of the nice times with Nathan, think of the things he’s told you, think of what his face will be like...

    A chill wind whipped pass the tall grass between the trees just then as if to aid my troubled mind. The air, which seemed moments ago to still be heavy with the memory of the muggy summer day, now danced across my bare arms, leaving goose bumps.

    I breathed it in, slowly filling my chest, the weight of work forgotten as I busied myself with smoothing out the hem of the white pinafore on my pink uniform dress.

    Would he be tall or short? Perhaps he is a different nationally than me? I never thought to ask!

    Well that didn’t matter much; he did say that he lived somewhere near here, and was only a few months older than myself...

    Hand in hand with the mellow wind and my now acquired need for a coat, my imagination painted a picture of a man with long dark hair and eyes of an undescribable mixed color worthy of a best selling romance novel. My eyes glazed over jubilantly, and my bottom ached from being pressed against my metal perch somewhere far away, as I daydreamed...

    The warm soil and clear night had welcomed the cheery sounds of chirping crickets and humming Venomoth from among the shadows by the time I saw a figure in the near distance and sat up like a shot.

    It was plain to see the person was a man, and that he had been approaching all this time. I cursed myself for dozing off.

    He was a figure of above average height warped in a light brown coat and brimmed hat that brought to mind the adventures of an underpaid daredevil rune explorer.

    I remembered plainly now from our months of chatting Nathan’s job..


    “So, what do you do?”

    “Nothing worth speaking of, just capturing and selling common pokemon from the wild in small numbers to good breeders.”

    “Oh, that sounds wonderful, you must have such freedom..”

    “It pays the bills...”

    Surprisingly, his frame was small for an outdoorsman; his upper arms even appearing a bit scrawny under layers of fabric as he reached up to pull off his hat, wiping his brow with long gloved fingers.

    I couldn’t tell for sure if the cause for this pause was mainly because he had walked a long distance already today or if it was purely nerves at our meeting each other.

    I was completely sure of the later source when one of his green eyes locked upon my own under his newly reveled untidy mop of short sandalwood brown hair.

    He had noticed I was no longer asleep!

    Whether he was a bit slow at making observations of details, or had just been avoiding my curious gaze up until this moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

    I stood up slowly, rooted to the spot. My shoes came into contact with a strong pull of self-conscious shyness.

    His smile was a slow, leisurely gesture that caught me off guard, like the welcome of a long lost childhood friend. His first words were not.

    “Did you invite me here of your own free will?” He asked, his tone strangely serious, melting away his first reaction to me.

    What sort of question is that?

    My mind flashed back to our easy going discussions on the internet. These weighted, business like words did not match the sort of man who had told me in serous confidence his most embarrassing secrets..his favorite novels..his small, funny habits...

    “Yes, um, of course. What is it, Nathan? Is somethi...” My question fell sort as I saw a shiver quake his frame a moment after my saying his name, and slowly, like a worker suddenly relieved of a heavy weight, he fell to his knees.

    My god! He’s sick! Howlonghashebeenwalking!

    I gasped, my ‘nursing drive’ kicking in as I raced quickly to bridge the small distance between us.

    “So.. you fully.. comprehend..the significance of this meeting?” He nearly croaked now.

    Dehydration. I forgave most of his words to this natural demon he had gotten while coming to see me...just me...

    Of course, he wanted to make sure I wasn’t one of those girls who acted like they cared online but never followed though on anything. This meeting was important. Maybe I’d end up his girlfriend...


    The whole world seemed to slow down to a crawl as he rased his head upward and my breath caught in my chest.

    His eyes shone an unmistakable violet sheen with the fleeting intensity of a ripple on water.

    Silencing my scream and my thoughts in one fluid movement..as he rose up with the speed of a soundless wind, latching on to my thorat...

    Kicking and pounding my fists against his hold, what began as two heavy shots of pain throughout my body soon numbed into a slow pulsing lightheadedness, laced with the sound of someone screaming far away.

    A warmth..

    like a cloud,




    Last edited by Orange_Flaaffy; 24th June 2006 at 11:21 PM.

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    I like your descriptions, especially in regards to Billy's escapades.

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    Thank you so much for the review! That is one of my favorite parts as well.
    For some reason I always thought that the life of a Pokémon nurse would be stressful. Most of all if the reality of the manner was anything close to how often you heal Pokémon in the game. I guess that part is sort of my homage to that you know?

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    I loved your story; you're very descriptive without overdoing it. It had a nice blend of humor and drama.

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    Thank you, one of my pet peeves is over description. I try to write something I would enjoy reading and therfore never bore the reader with too much or too little info :)

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    Your fic was nicely balanced. Some authors have too little description and the readers are frustrated because they can't figure out what's happening and the other extreme is flowery prose, where the description overshadows any action taking place.

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    The only time I will ever use flowery pose I can asure you is when something is very very pretty, like a meadow full of *hee* flowers, or if the main character is really taking in something in so much detail that they sort of space out. Ether way, one to two paragraphs is the most I will ever do of that. I try to make my details *do* something, that is the details are there, but the story is still moving in the characters head.
    Since it is in 1st person she may not always go into the same depth with everything, since mood effects thought alot...
    Making the fic just so is why I siad new chapters would not be out that often.

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    Simply Amazing. This is probably one of the best fanfics I've ever read. I personally hate slow fics but this was great. I didnt see any writing flaws at all. Makes me wonder how far I could take my next fic. That might be a while though, I'm thinking of taking the Avengers all the way. Even though it doesnt get a lot of well popularity.

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    Thank you so much for the kind words :). The only writing tips I can give you really is to write, write, and then write some more. The golden rule of all writing is this: Don't write what you think others want to read, write what you enjoy reading. In this way, if you are having fun with your writing it will show and others will enjoy it as well.

    Hee, my fic may seem a bit slow since I have a hard time with action, but at the same time I try my best. When 'slow' moments still move the story along, it has been my expearice that they do not become boring. It's like in real life, you are always thinking, but you still are always in a state of motion :)

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    At first I thought the one calling for your heroine was Brock! Will he be making an appearance?
    My URPG stats: Maya's status

    SuBuWriMo status: 28,103 words in all!

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    This fic is set a handful of years after the very last season of the anime so I don't think so...I never was that good at anime character centered fics anyhow so I am keeping them well away from this fic. It's not that I don't like them it's just that, well, you'll see later why there is little chance of them ever meeting anyhow. If anything, I'd say that my verison of the pokeomn world is more like a fleshed out anime verison of the game world, if that makes any sense at all :P

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    Well LightningTopaz, just a suggestion for reading this fic, read this one without thinking about an anime based fic. I think it might make it more enjoyable.

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    II. An Unsettling hatching, Rediscovery of a self.

    The worm. Choking... gagging my breath. Feasting upon my soul with eyes of blood red ruby. Its skin, snow white, segmented, pulsing, drawing my life inward as I watched it from some indescribable dreamlike location within myself, and replacing it with a warm, colorless mucous.

    The wretched creature... yes... it's evil was like a slow pull... the gravity of an unknown planet of consciousness...

    Onward and onward it seemed to drive, not satisfied with the confines of my mouth but wishing to reach some unknown destination closer to my throat.

    Then... then, I felt it. Instinctive... growing...energy...

    Yes...along with that one half solidified burst of will I gave form to my terror, loneliness, emotion...

    With one swift movement closing my jaw, bringing an end to its loathsome life...

    Clamping down on it with my teeth and hearing its hideous cry...

    I could hear words as if they were echoing down a long tunnel, randomly muffled and jumbled beyond my half sleeping mind’s recognition, but faintly familiar like the comforting monotone of a foreign language tape...

    And cursing , yes, very loud cursing...

    "My tongue, my tongue! Why does it always have to be my tongue!"

    The voice was somewhat brash and unencumbered as if very used to hearing itself talk.

    "Oh settle down now, it’s not that bad..."

    This voice, its neighbor, was in comparison a bit mellow around the edges, the soothing counterweight to the first impolite outburst...that voice, my mind searched sleepily, yes, Nathan’s voice...

    Oh, so warm...

    "Don’t give me that now! I’ve had it, this is the last straw! Every time, every time, I tell you, I play nursemaid for months and months and what do I get in return? This!"

    A pause that indicated some sort of unspoken gesture followed.

    "Oh, that. Really now, Milo, a mere flesh wound."

    An exasperated sigh that could only come with years of bottled adolescent emotion filled the room.

    Faintly I began to feel the tingling sensation of blood returning to my hands. The speakers didn’t seem to notice however and continued on in their conversation.

    "I don’t care what you say she is, Father, she might as well starve for all I care! I will not be expected to tongue feed her one more minute of my life..."

    "Don’t you dare use such an insolent tone about your...!"

    Slowly now...

    Yes, I felt as if I really could move again, my limbs heavy like granite and my head filled with a cotton that expanded and contracted with every feeble attempt of thought.

    Opening my eyes was my first mistake.

    My hands reached up to shade my face from the radiance of the sun, the faint weight of a sheet falling away from them.

    My vision was only a fraction better when the gruesome image of two rows of demonic teeth upon an unhinged jaw, parted in an inhuman laughter, drove me backward.

    The uneasy, uncontrollable feeling of falling off a high bed onto a cold concrete floor was muffled by the layer of cold fabric wrapped around my legs.

    When suddenly, in that moment from both everywhere and somewhere very near me, I heard the same scream I heard upon first losing consciousness in Nathan's arms... what seemed like only a moment ago.

    But this scream was new, edged with the raw terror and primal rage.

    Not a human sound, but a cry of a caged animal just disciplined with an electric rod, laced at its ending with the uncommon mix of an ambulance siren and nails upon a chalkboard.

    I felt my own arms clutched around my body, wet with sweat and shaking violently now...

    When the form I had seen before spread out large scaled wings from the confines of its towering silhouette.

    The sound came again.

    More cursing, more half jumbled speech I could not understand.

    In that moment I realized the sound was me.

    And I didn't care.

    "That infernal Supersonic, I never knew they...um, your kind...got it so young..."

    "Hold your tongue, Milo. That is our god given first line of protection, one that you deserve! Put those infernal things away... you sent her into shock "

    I was cold... so cold... and alone... so alone.

    Somehow I seemed suddenly overaware of the pressure of my spinal cord against my other organs as I lay curled up in what I could only guess in my present condition was the corner of some sort of large room. The two walls were the only thing keeping me upright, I realized dimly, when I felt his presence come near.

    His smell was intoxicating, as if a scent alone could carry with it the warmth and spiciness of a summer day, the breath of fresh cut wood and aroma of old leather bound library books, thumbed well by the hands of time. As the weight of his arm came down to encircle my shoulders I felt my body move instinctively toward his chest, my bare legs coming to rest upon his jean covered lap like my body was on security seeking autopilot. His voice was a low reassuring monotone of sound, half of the wording of which was lost in the haze I felt; as if it was someone else far away who happened to be nuzzling her nose into the well stretched fabric of his T-shirt.

    Warmth... home...

    "There, there...you are safe, you are with me, you shall never be in need nor want for anything. You can attack me if you wish, kill me, or do whatever your heart desires... but whatever you do, you must not sleep. Stay here with me...and come back to reason first. Then, please let us talk together. That is all I ask you. There there, there there... you are safe and warm..."

    What followed next was very difficult to describe, as it seemed to me like the start like an elaborate exercise to steal me away from the lulling unspoken melody Nathan's breath and heartbeat continued to make, as though tempting me to subconscious paradise of sleep.

    "What is the capital of Kanto?"

    His first question; silly, unimportant, something kindergartners learn before afternoon snack.

    For the strangest reason I did not know...

    It did not matter. This brand new level of intense feeling did.

    "What is the capital of Kanto?"

    Again that trivial question; his voice seemed less warm when requesting it from me. Perhaps if I tried to answer, his speech would return to that gentle reassuring hum of before.


    My voice was odd, sounding cracked and awkward like an unplayed record left for too long in a forgotten attic.

    "Good girl." Came the humming tone again.

    Yes, oh yes, how I wanted to hear it once more.

    And so the bizarre quiz-like requests continued on for what seemed to be hours, or even days.

    Perhaps it was really only a few minutes.

    Everything from color of the sky, to the sound of a waking Pikachu, all the way down to the finer points of my Pokémon organ rehabilitation training, while all the while my need for reassurance was slowly growing, clearing and reshaping itself into true reasoning emotions.

    First a pure calm, then a nagging curiosity, and finally the seeds of a full-blown frustration.

    Maybe it was a math questions that finally did it.

    I never was really good at math.

    "Twenty-four times twenty four ?

    "Five hundred seventy six."

    "Twenty-six times twenty six ?"

    "Six hundred... seventy...This..is..."

    "Oh? What was that?"

    "This... is...silly!"

    I heard something move to the left of us as if a large two-ton sack of potatoes had just been roused from a long nap.

    "Hey, a snappy retort! She actually talks. Throw a party already for all I care. Anything would be better than listening to all this mushy 'bring your mind back to reason' stuff..."

    The last intended add-on to the speakers comment, something about the mouth he had been feeding for the last few months finally being useful for a change, died away to a grumbling murmur a second later. Upon glancing upward from my cradled area on his lap (my eyes now fully refocused back to normal) I could see that it was Nathan's own piercing glare of discipline that cut the boy’s commentary dead.

    His clear green eyes were surely a force to be reckoned with .

    Yes, a boy. While the voice was large it definitely had a younger sound to it, one that I've become well acquainted with in the confines of my pokecenter internship.

    I looked up farther, finally summoning the strength within my muscles to turn around fully from the nook of Nathan's embrace.

    I found that I was in a small flat, a sort of plain low rent district studio apartment that was popular with poor middle age unattached men (or at least what I had always imagined they would have). Two large windows allowed golden sunlight to spill into the confines of the humble abode furnished only with a TV, a large double bed (I must have fallen off of that), a refrigerator, and a half-dozen beat up looking dining chairs, all of which were varying degrees of dingy white.

    White seems to be a theme here.

    I wonder if the owner has a germ phobia? I pondered

    Not that I had time to psychoanalyze interior decorating though, as what happened to be sitting, or who happened to be sitting, that is, in one of the chairs was far more, um, interesting...

    The first thing that stood out about him, weirdly, was the sheer size of his legs.

    Twin homages to whatever higher power had first invented bone cartilage, a single one of his appendages was with the size of both of my upper thighs put together! They bulged out of a pair of faded kneelength camouflage cargo pants, and ended dramatically with a large pair of bare feet overrun with calluses that he was rubbing against the concrete where he sat, impatiently shifting his weight. And what a weight it was!

    Stretching out in every direction, from his mass laced arms to his protruding stomach, he looked every bit like the type of teenager I would never want to meet in a dark alley. He could not have weighed less than 300 pounds, and from what I could see of his well-defined deltoids under a tight fitting black coat, not all of that was mere fat.

    His young, freckled, red hair rimmed face seemed almost out of place upon its large strong lower jaw line as he eyed me with the look I couldn't read.

    For a second I could've sworn his gray eyes turned a ruby red shade in the light.

    "Milo, for goodness sakes be personable for once."

    Nathan spoke firmly to the teenaged giant I had by now made a point of edging away from.

    Dignity was a small price to pay for self-preservation, after all.

    "At least try to introduce yourself like a gentleman."

    The oversized youth extended a hand with weighted reluctance and squeezed my own shaking fingers within his sausage-like digits.

    "Name's Milo, Milo Aldridge. Not that last names have any meaning around here."

    He spoke flatly, looking me square in the eye with an intensity that burned an imaginary hole around the vicinity of my forehead.

    And then he did something that I wasn't expecting it all.

    He smiled.

    Now under normal circumstances I might have thought of this is a friendly gesture, if still a little bit sarcastic.

    But a normal smile would have stopped far sooner.

    In place of it the expanse of Milo's lips around his two rows of surprisingly pearly teeth continued to draw farther and farther back around his jaw line revealing the gruesome sight I had thought was only a dream earlier - a semi circle of what looked like well over 200 brutally sharp canines of an otherworldly predator, the majority of which turned out to be tucked away under the façade of regular human teeth in the front of his mouth, the action of the flexing his buccinator muscles sliding the natural weapons out of unseen bone sockets.

    I shrieked in a true knee-jerk reaction, grabbing a handful of Nathan's shirt and nearly kneeing him in a most uncomfortable area in the process.

    Note to self: A guys lap is not necessarily the most ideal place to have screaming convulsions.

    Milo's voice boomed in laughter now containing an even more ragged edge to its tone.

    "Oh that face! I tell you, it never gets old. Yahaha! Well you better get used to it! You’re one of us now..."

    I never knew what compelled me to look back at Nathan's face just then but I found I was greeted by the same wide, stormy, violet colored eyes I remembered so clearly from the night of my collapse.

    Two canine teeth, though much less fearsome and more delicate and long looking (maybe four inches? Their width couldn't be more than that of a quilting needle) compared to Milos full arsenal, extended out from behind the dummy human ones, resting on the bottom lip of Nathan's now strangely gentle expression.

    All my fear and confusion somehow melted into mental silly putty with that single look.

    "I know all of this must be a lot for you to take in at once. You have been sleeping for three months after all...you may find your new developing state of mind will help with all of that. But first, before we go any further... this mark here.”

    I felt his hand come down to trace the hollow of my neck ever so lightly with a burning touch, while its twin reached for something and came back with small square hand mirror, its glass cracked with spider web like fractures in a corner.

    I took the handle of the reflective surface gingerly from him, my hand trembling slightly.

    What are you afraid of? My inner monologue teased.

    I'm... I'm not afraid...I answered myself slowly. I'm not frightened at all...but I should be more scared...that is what worries me.

    The mark was a perfect circle the size of an old fashion ten yen coin, its detailing worthy of the envy of a master tattoo artists. In place of ink, the intricate knot within the circle was made up as near as I could tell of my own small blue capillaries and strangely purple tented scar tissue. It was as if my own body in an attempt to recover from a nearly fatal wound had somehow miraculously reconstructed new blood pathways around the indentation, bowing out to the graceful twist and turns of the artwork. It seemed to be made up of two sections at first, but my eyes were lost when trying to find a point in which the pathways of decorative knot ever truly disconnected.

    "It means we will be together for always." Nathan whispered, a breath away from kissing the spot. "It is your wedding ring. Do you like it?"

    The light click of the mirror being placed upon the floor made little reverberance in the early evening air as I caught sight of the violet shine in my own eyes.

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    Vampiric pokémorphs and the Nurse Joy who must love them.

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    This story is becoming addicting. As before, the descriptions are very good and the unanswered questions (Yvonne's married? Has she been asleep for months, or is this a nightmare?) keep the reader engaged.

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