Monsters Of Moonlight

Chapter Fifteen

Mr. Serial Pet Murderer

Luna Remy Sallow-Uley

You would think that after almost a decade of being hunted by monsters that she'd learn not to wander the forest alone at night without her phone or anyone knowing where she was - gods this was becoming the start of one of those terrible old eighties horror movies wasnt it?

Luna did not want to be the nameless, slutty, daft, dead bimbo at the start of the movie who had no moral character beyond large breasts, a pretty face and a miniscule brain.

She refused be anything other than the cool side character that everyone loved and got killed off in a memorable, heartbreaking and relevant way that had purpose within the storyline!

It probably wasnt the best thing to be thinking about while being thrown into a tree.

For the second time.

She was sure that a rib had actually cracked.

Or was that her shoulder?

She really needs to get some medication for her ADHD

"A girl can't just go for a walk in the forest in the middle of the night anymore." She grumbles, pushing herself off the ground and wincing as her ribs crack, bruised under the impact the collision with the tree. "God the humans are lucky, all they have to worry about is perverts and sadists, while I on top of that, have to deal with this crap."

Turning towards her assaulters, the ravenette's eyes immediately hardened, silver stars losing their innocent, vibrant light as an almost furious electric glow sparked within them, hatred and pain pooling within the expressive orbs at the sight of the monsters only metres away.

Luna was never one to harbour any kind of prejudice. She believed it to be incredibly simple minded, short sighted and simply stupid to define an individuals worth founded upon baseless beliefs, colour, sex, gender or any other derogatory judgement of feature.

The same often went for monsters.

Sure some were pitifully more dense then others.

Some were far more unappealing to the eye and often had stenches that made her want to snort a whole bottle of bleach.

Others were simply so magled and deformed that she suspected them to have been the unfortunate product of severe inbreeding or were consecutively hit by a few trucks.

What stood before her however, challenged every virtue she held, the only thoughts surfacing at the winged spirits in front of her holding the memories of a small child hiding in a cupboard as her parents were torn and ripped apart in front of her.

Their rough, sickly slate-coloured scales only reminded her of how prominently her parents garnet blood contrasted their sharp complexion.

Their thin, jagged teeth appeared more like little daggers impaled through their onyx gums, serrated, disproportionate and razor sharp - perfect for tearing into flesh.

Wings the size of wing surfing sails, thick and muscular with dark, mattered feathers and sharp hooks across their patagiums.

Beaks hooked and chipped, revealing the tiny daggers within as their shilling, reverberating wailing grated her ears.

Dark, ink-black eyes glared ravenously at her figure, cackling at the small rivers of blood pooling from her closing wounds.

Stretching slowly, the ravenette groaned as her ribs popped, noting the dark bruises likely to be colouring her back and abdomen before relaxing. Crossing her arms, she clutched her cuffs before smiling at the monsters surrounding her.