Bizenghast Fanfiction: Edaniel's Busy Day
Finally, the last chapter of this story. This was supposed to be way shorter than it ended up being, but I'm still glad I did it. Also, I have actually finished a chaptered story (that has all the same plotline), which is pretty amazing since I've never finished any of the other chaptered stories I've started.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Edaniel’s Busy Day
Epilogue
It was late afternoon by the time Dinah arrived at Vincent’s house because she had stopped off at the junkyard to find Vincent a present. The house looked deserted from the front; not decrepit, but simply not lived in. The windows were whole, but empty; the plants not running wild, but flourishing in their solitude. She assumed that Vincent would not be in his parents’ house even if he was injured, and picked her way through the crumbling walls that made up his backyard sanctuary.
Dinah poked her head around a headless, armless, mostly legless statue carefully, as she knew from experience that lack of caution could lead to someone attempting to chop it off. She put the rather heavy present down before calling to her friend. “Vincent? Are you out here? I brought you some Rollos and the steering column from a 1978 Chevy Cavalier.”
“Yes, I’m here,” replied Vincent. “Behind the topiary rabbit.” Vincent had told Dinah that he had won the topiary rabbit in an especially vicious round of breakdance fighting. Dinah doubted very much that this was true, and that it was merely a failed attempt to make her laugh. On the other had, there was a great deal about Vincent’s life outside the Mausoleum that she didn’t know. Perhaps he was an excellent breakdance fighter; she had never seen Vincent fail to breakdance. There was very little opportunity for getting funky in ghosts’ dreams.
“I hope you’re resting,” said Dinah, as she came around the rabbit. “Your arm isn’t healed yet.”
“I am resting,” replied Vincent. “See? I’m sitting in this hand-woven hammock I made last summer while my parents were in Prague.”
“Edaniel says hello,” said Dinah, offering Vincent some Rollos, “and also something about windmills.”
Vincent took the proffered bag of caramel-y goodness and frowned. “Is the bit about windmills important?”
“I doubt it,” replied Dinah.
“You brought me a steering column?” The Rollos were slightly melted, but no less delicious.
“Yes, but what did you need it for?”
“I’m going to use it as a birdbath bowl. I’ll set it into that hollow stone column over there and wrap some plastic tight around the wheel to keep the water from leaking in.”
“Couldn’t you do that with any bowl?”
“Well, you see, it’s an anti-squirrel bird bath. Any bird that lands in it will be too light to set off the horn. But if a squirrel jumps in…”
“Oh. That’s clever.” Dinah bit her lip and walked in a little circle.
“I don’t actually know if it will work. But it’s worth trying anyway. Dinah, are you all right?”
“I’m sorry you were hurt, Vincent.”
“It was my own fault. I’m the one who turned away the bagel.”
Dinah turned to Vincent with her most serious face. Which was pretty serious, as crazy, orphaned, ghost saving girls have very little to be slap-happy about. “You don’t have to keep coming. Edaniel--”
“Dinah. I’m not going to abandon you now.” Vincent reached out with his uninjured arm and took Dinah’s hand. “And there is no way I am leaving you alone with Rapmaster E there.”
Dinah risked a small smile. “Thank you.”
FIN
And now back to my regularly scheduled Harry Potter nonsense.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Edaniel’s Busy Day
Epilogue
It was late afternoon by the time Dinah arrived at Vincent’s house because she had stopped off at the junkyard to find Vincent a present. The house looked deserted from the front; not decrepit, but simply not lived in. The windows were whole, but empty; the plants not running wild, but flourishing in their solitude. She assumed that Vincent would not be in his parents’ house even if he was injured, and picked her way through the crumbling walls that made up his backyard sanctuary.
Dinah poked her head around a headless, armless, mostly legless statue carefully, as she knew from experience that lack of caution could lead to someone attempting to chop it off. She put the rather heavy present down before calling to her friend. “Vincent? Are you out here? I brought you some Rollos and the steering column from a 1978 Chevy Cavalier.”
“Yes, I’m here,” replied Vincent. “Behind the topiary rabbit.” Vincent had told Dinah that he had won the topiary rabbit in an especially vicious round of breakdance fighting. Dinah doubted very much that this was true, and that it was merely a failed attempt to make her laugh. On the other had, there was a great deal about Vincent’s life outside the Mausoleum that she didn’t know. Perhaps he was an excellent breakdance fighter; she had never seen Vincent fail to breakdance. There was very little opportunity for getting funky in ghosts’ dreams.
“I hope you’re resting,” said Dinah, as she came around the rabbit. “Your arm isn’t healed yet.”
“I am resting,” replied Vincent. “See? I’m sitting in this hand-woven hammock I made last summer while my parents were in Prague.”
“Edaniel says hello,” said Dinah, offering Vincent some Rollos, “and also something about windmills.”
Vincent took the proffered bag of caramel-y goodness and frowned. “Is the bit about windmills important?”
“I doubt it,” replied Dinah.
“You brought me a steering column?” The Rollos were slightly melted, but no less delicious.
“Yes, but what did you need it for?”
“I’m going to use it as a birdbath bowl. I’ll set it into that hollow stone column over there and wrap some plastic tight around the wheel to keep the water from leaking in.”
“Couldn’t you do that with any bowl?”
“Well, you see, it’s an anti-squirrel bird bath. Any bird that lands in it will be too light to set off the horn. But if a squirrel jumps in…”
“Oh. That’s clever.” Dinah bit her lip and walked in a little circle.
“I don’t actually know if it will work. But it’s worth trying anyway. Dinah, are you all right?”
“I’m sorry you were hurt, Vincent.”
“It was my own fault. I’m the one who turned away the bagel.”
Dinah turned to Vincent with her most serious face. Which was pretty serious, as crazy, orphaned, ghost saving girls have very little to be slap-happy about. “You don’t have to keep coming. Edaniel--”
“Dinah. I’m not going to abandon you now.” Vincent reached out with his uninjured arm and took Dinah’s hand. “And there is no way I am leaving you alone with Rapmaster E there.”
Dinah risked a small smile. “Thank you.”
FIN
And now back to my regularly scheduled Harry Potter nonsense.