Dead Bite

Glass Half Full

Welcome back to you daily haunt Dear Mortals. Now that we are getting deeper into the depths, I do hope my horror fans start to crave the scary delights that will come next. 

Happy Haunting 

XOXO

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Luna tossed and turned all night, feeling utterly suffocated by the dense quilt wrapped around her small frame.

She couldn't shake the thought of everything that had happened hours ago, still afraid to leave the room even as day light had broken morning sky. She laid in bed trying to convince herself it was all a dream. It had to be... There was no other reasonable explanation, other then her mind playing tricks on her.

  A dream that seemed way to coincidental for her taste though she must admit...

She couldn't get all the words running through her head to stop, everything mixed together.. From the huge shadow creature mulling her to the words of the glowing woman, everything played over and over.  All of this seemed crazy and she could only imagine how it would sound to everyone else. With that she chose try and forget and put it behind her, like the bad dreams they were. Just dreams. 

She soon lifted herself from the soft mattress that she was grateful for, unlike many of the couches and cots she was graced with . Finally stretching out her jarred and aching limbs, joins popping from a night of constant tossing & turning. Frustrated and tired, she walked down to the foot of her bed and opened up the suitcase. She began rummaging through her things before finding just what she was looking for. 

Luna pulled out her favorite sweatshirt that she had been gifted one Christmas from Loraine. The deep black contrasted well against her tanned skin. She couldn't help but to smile at the design of a black cat sitting on a crescent moon that adorn the front. Though she grew up around primarily Christian house holds, she always took an interest into learning other peoples religions as well.  From Norse gods to the Deities of Hinduism, she was interested all the same. Though there was always something about Wiccans and Paganism she was rather fond of. Especially the stories of familiars her mother told her of as a child, which is why she happened to be so attached to the sweatshirt that laid comfortably against her skin.

She then pulled on a random pair of ripped jeans and beaten white converse, stained from years of abuse. After, she walked over to the vanity that she had been much to distracted to see before. She sat down on the still padded seating and looked at the photos that were jammed into the frame of the mirror. Most of the pictures were of a young woman that seemed familiar and of a lot younger Mr. Graves. They looked happy, though she knew how love always ended. That's why she never let herself get attached. She seen what loves done to people and what its done to get her here today. 

She looked over the sad dead roses that had sat in a time stained yellow vase, their appearance almost making the vanity look more like a memorial then a place to be used. With that she got up and made her way to the door. Hesitant, she turned the knob slowly to open the heavy oak door. Its hinges creaked as it opened and she was soon caught off guard by that of another persons body weight on top of hers. 

Luckily, the other persons hands blocked the back of her head from another dreadful fall. His body weight making it to where she couldn't hardly breath, only aggravated her more. Though she couldn't help but to notice just how close he was. She loathed it, still not comfortable with any type of full physical contact, nor did she want to be.

"Awfully clumsy aren't we, Doll?" The sarcastically joking tone left Elijah's lips with a smirk plastered on them as she pushed him off. "Awe, not so fun now are we doll? I really thought we were starting to make a connection there for a minute." He let an equally sarcastic rumble of a chuckle leave his lips, making Luna recount their previous conversation the night before. He had seemed caring but now... Maybe he really was the asshole that Emilia warned her about.