POTATO MOON, Part 48 by Jennifer Williams

A/N: What?  It’s a fanfic parody.  I can write an author’s note if I want to!
OC characters in this chapter.  No lemons, only potatoes.  (duh!)  Please no flames!

Meanwhile back at Sullen Manor…

Woeisme wandered the hallways looking at the family photos mounted on the walls.  Fortunately Alesse had seen the forthcoming destruction to their home in one of her ‘subject to change’ visions and had a crew standing by for repairs so that now nary a hair was out of place in Sullen Manor, not even Edwood’s music collection or years and years worth of sparkling emo vampire diaries.  Edwood had LOTS and LOTS of music as Bela had so astutely observed once upon a time and to disturb it would cause him an exceeding amount of consternation.

A smile lit across Woeisme’s face as she spied the picture of her father standing next to the other Bela, the not her mother Bela.  Papa Sparklepire was wearing a pink fuzzy sweater and standing in the shade of a palm tree next to an old man in a cape and he was actually smiling.  Well it was more like a smirk and it kinda looked like it hurt but it would do.

Something sidled up to his younger sister and nudged her.  “Is that one your favorite?” he asked.

“Mmm…dunno.” She replied.  “I like this one too.” She said, pointing to a photo of her mother.  In it Bela was staring at the camera with a confused look on her face while Char, her human father, tried to teach her how to ride her bike (never mind that she was 16 when the photo was taken).
Sigh, Thought Woeisme.  She’s totally a strong, independent woman.

Just then Something Else came around the corner.  “Hello Father/Mother/Sister/Brother/Uncle.  How do you fare this evening?”  Unfortunately Something Else had inherited more of his grandfather Edwood’s traits then Woeisme and Something would have liked not least of which was “talking as though from another time” whatever that meant.

Woeisme and Something nodded their hellos and embraced their son warmly.  In the absence of their parents both she and Something grew tired of waiting for Bela/Edwood/Jakob to sort out their feelings for one another so they had taken matters into their own hands or in this case beds and produced Something Else.

“Have you seen the moon this evening?” Something Else continued on.  “It’s a beautiful shade of russet and…” but before he could continue there was a knock at the door.

Alesse sprung up from the couch to answer it and gasped in surprise when she opened the door.  “Oh my!” she cried, turning to look back at the others.  “It’s Madame Syllabub!”