Spontaneous Lette Monologue

Colette, they call me. Spontaneous Lette.

They all seem to miss the point. The brilliance behind it all.

Are you writing this out? With correct punctuation? Perfect. So where should I start…mhmm…

How about this? The beginning. My beginning. Write this down, Eddy.

I was born twenty years ago, in the majestic city of Long Beach, under illuminating stars. Or so my mother says. But I am inclined to believe her. On some nights, they—the stars—filled the sky and stretched farther than you could possibly imagine. They would flourish and twinkle and bathe the streets in a luminous glow. I particularly remember how starlight filtered through the kitchen window, and how the chill breeze shook the branches outside. It was haunting. And instead of
Semantics and all that junk.

Keone turned me when we first met. Freak accident. Leland stopped him from killing me, and long story short, I became the third member of our little pack.

Maybe I'll tell you the rest of that moment sometime later...maybe.

They were a hurricane, and it took me a while to get used to them. But I got swept up by their charm. It was easier to forget when I was having fun. Those were the days. Carnage and chaos, sandwiches and pop drinks and new clothes. Stealing and blood and nameless games. An education through violence of every kind. It was one gigantic carnival, and everybody relished in it…except those who crossed our path.

It was a simpler time. Yeah, simpler. The smell of wet grass and diesel in the morning. The adrenaline. The moving, constantly moving. Always somewhere new.

But it couldn’t last forever.

We inevitably managed to piss off the wrong people. Beaumont's Circle, or at least, I believe that was what their pack was called. They covered ground like rainfall—with their lilac eyes and knitted scarves and rules and who knows what other abominable things. They were the reason why we came to Kingston—why we found you
Anyhow, we met you guys while escaping from the Beaumont's Circle. As you know, we didn’t get along so harmoniously. (Colette, we still don't.) Argued a bit. Bitched. Fought. Yelled at each other until our throats went raw. But in the end, it worked out quite well.

And now here we are. Leland and Alana made me go back to school. Currently in college. Bouncing from odd job to odd job. Hoping maybe someday I’ll find my place in the world…blah blah…

Are you still writing this all down, Eddy?

Excellent.

That’s all I have. Storytime is over. The end.

Huh?

Of course it’s a true story, Eddy.

Would the great Colette, who scampered from the dastardly clutches of mystical creatures and an established pack, who fought tooth and nail to get here, who values faithfulness and a nice, morbid joke, ever lie? Would I ever lie to you?

Sure I would.

Why?

Because I have nothing left.

Now about those