Lynnette.

I looked around my messy basement. The thought of moving out had occurred to me when I had graduated last year. But I'd never felt the need to. I lived in a basement, with my own door and kitchen and bathroom, and though I was close with my grandfather, I nearly always had the door connecting me to him locked. They didn't need to be in my business.

In fact, since my parents died, I'd never felt like a kid. I'd always been on my own mostly.

Once he was gone I didn't know what to do. There wasn't anything to do. Not really. My dreams had all come true. But something didn't sit right in my stomach. And I couldn't figure out how to get it out.

So I decided a visit upstairs would do me good. Grandpa was sitting in front of the T.V. watching some sports rerun. I plopped on the couch next to him, and he gave me a crinkly old grandpa smile. "To what to I owe the pleasure." He asked, not looking at me.

"I'm dating Grey." I said, matter-of-factly.

"'I'm not surprised." He muttered. "Good for you." We sat in silence for a long moment, and then, in a voice I almost didn't recognize, he spoke again, still facing the T.V. "You've never been much of a kid." I just stared at him, willing him to look at me, but I knew he wouldn't. "Never wanted toys. Always practical presents, dishes, money, food. Like your grandmother – ready to take on the world." He muted the T.V. and I knew he was about to tell me something extremely serious. "You were never anything like your parents." I wished he could see how I brightened up at that, since I hated my parents.

Finally, he did turn to me, and looked me in the eyes. "Your grandmother told me before you died that you were going to be something great." He shook his head softly. Grandma moonlighted in her teen years as a phsycic, a fact my parents could never accept. She was stubborn and eccentric, but I'd never doubted that everything she said would come true. I'd learned from experience that Grandmother was rarely ever wrong. "But she said there would be great sacrifices for you to become what you are meant to be. Now I don't know what that means. But I've got this feeling." He coughed a little and put his hand to his chest. "There's an ache right here. And she always used to say that when the heart aches, fate's in motion." He pursed his lips and looked at me hard. "I don't know what's coming for us. But I just want to tell you – don't do anything I wouldn't, and don't do anything you'll regret. You're a smart girl Lynne, make me and your Grandma proud."

Then, as if he hadn't said any of this heart felt crap at all, he turned the mute off and glued his eyes back to the screen, patting me on the leg in a comforting fasion.

I humphed and walked back downstairs. And people wonder why I stay in my dungeon. It only bothered me a little that I had the same ache. Fate's in motion Lynnete. Grandmother told me once, when I described this feeling to her. Chills ran down my spine as I remember having this conversation only days before she had died. You don't have to power to stop it, dear child. But we have power to alter it. Fate is malleable to the stubborn and the strong. I couldn't help but wonder what fate is in motion tonight.

When I look outside, the moon is red.

That can't be good.