Totally unbetaed. Just having fun. Let me know if you...um...notice anything...
Moonlight Madness
“Special hours for our Moonlight Madness sale starting at 9:00 PM on Friday! Everything in the store on sale! Huge savings! Don’t miss it!”
Beth found the remote in the folds of her comforter and with a single click turned off the television. She picked up her phone to check the time: 12:04 A.M. and she was still wide awake. She silenced the ringer and pulled up her playlists, swiping until she found the classical one. She put it on shuffle and sunk back into the pillows as Moonlight Sonata began playing softly. She tried to clear her mind, but jumbled thoughts of Mick kept coming out of the past and she couldn’t shake them.
There’s no such thing as vampires, he’d told her. He lied. When she thought about it, he’d lied to her lots of times. But to be honest, most of the time it was to protect his secret. At least until he knew her better. She had to admit that. She thought how hard it must be for him, fated to pretend he was a member of human society, day in and day out, for eternity. Well, more like night in and night out, Beth giggled to herself.
Then there’s Coraline. That whole Morgan persona thing she had going, what was that about? Mick was convinced her fleur de lis tattoo meant she was the real Coraline, returned from the ashes, like some kind of phoenix. Seriously? Heck, anyone can get a tattoo on their shoulder. Strip away the tattoo and what’s left behind? A flirty woman who looked like his ex-wife. Okay, so it turned out she really was his ex-wife. What was it he called it? Oh, yeah. An intense affair. But he didn’t really have to work himself into a fever over it, did he?
Stay in the car. Boy, did that one get Beth’s dander up! Showcasing Mick’s arrested development as a man of the ‘50’s. But at times like that he might have as well as been from 50 B.C. or something. Sheesh.
What about that cure to make Mick mortal? The Mortal Cure, Beth thought. No, that’s not right. It should be called The Vampire Cure, because it was curing his vampirism and turning him mortal. Or wait! How about something like “Dr. Feelgood’s Elixir – Cures Dysentery and Vampire Bites.” Maybe they had that in the Wild West? Beth giggled out loud this time.
As for the Black Crystal. That really was a dangerous thing to do, she realized after the fact. She recalled her behavior. How embarrassing! And she wondered, not for the first time, just how long he sat there staring at her, like she was some kind of Sleeping Beauty in a trance. And she also wondered if she would have woken up if he had kissed her.
Could Mick really be her Prince Charming? Would they the live fairy tale? Would they have the happily ever after, where love lasts forever? And with that last thought, Beth finally drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.
The End
You've worked the titles in so cleverly, too. Honestly, it wasn't until I hit the third or fourth one that I caught on to how you were neatly weaving it all together. Almost like you were good with puzzles or something... 
Thanks, Lilly!
and started looking for episode titles. But honestly, if you hadn't mentioned it, I might not have made the connection right away, despite the specific time. You really did weave in all the episode names so well, they flowed beautifully and didn't look artificial. Not a nonfat vegan soy--uh, title-- in the bunch! 
Was the phoenix reference a tribute to our dear founder, 
I thought Beth would be mad at Mick for being late for a good sale. 
I wish I could say it was a shout out to our Phoenix, but I didn't make that connection until after I had already written it. 