Shadamy one shots.

The Eve Of The Blood Moon: Part 1

She brushed her pink quills out of her eyes and tapped a message on her phone with her fingerless gloves, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for the reply. The phone vibrated. She rolled her eyes. Of course, he was not coming. Well, if he was not coming she would go on without him. She tapped out yet another message before putting the phone away; She didn't have to wait anymore.

Amy jumped over the wooden fence that sat at the edge of the small village of Knothole. It lead into the sycamore woods that she had grown up exploring. Often, she was joined by her friends that resided in the village. But today, she was alone. Not that she minded. Amy was a free spirit; daring and quick-tempered as teenagers often are. Together with her best friend since her childhood, Shadow Robotnik, she often got into more trouble than her parents ever knew. Even as she ventured into the thicket, the dry autumn leaves crunching beneath her feet, her parents believed that she was at a sleepover at Cream's.

The tall trees bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, shredding their leaves as a light autumn breeze whips by. It was quite a magical place to be. The wind nipped her muzzle lightly, already pink with the cold. Amy wished she had her thick jacket on, having abandoned it when it didn't match her copper sweater and navy jeans. She thought she looked cute in her outfit, but unfortunately, no one was going to see it.

She had been walking for quite a while; it was almost dark when she finally found it. Blaze was right. There was a large abandoned house in a clearing by the steam of the fallen angel statue. She wondered how she had never seen it before, having come to this stream plenty of times. Blaze was paranoid that it had something to do with the blood moon that would appear tonight. Pity, Shadow had to stay behind for his sister's birthday. He would have enjoyed this.

Amy squinted at the two-storeyed house as she drew closer. It looked completely rundown. The walls were a musty brown and the windows shattered and thick with dust. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine. Cautiously, she approached the front door and turned the star-shaped knob. It creaked open. Switching on her torch, she stepped inside, the floorboards creaking under her heeled boots.

Inside, layers of dust covered the walls, yet strangely the floors were clean. She looked around. Portraits adorned the walls, pictures of people of a time long ago. The furniture that sat in the house was quaint and vintage in design. A spider fell on her head and ran down her body, but Amy was too enraptured to notice. Truly, this was a marvellous find for anyone who held an interest in history. A large marble vase stood in the corner of the room. Amy touched it gently, admiring the copper design embossed on it when she heard a creak from upstairs.

Startled, she looked up. The floorboards creaked again. Someone else was definitely in the house. Amy was not afraid, she could definitely deal with any thieves or troublemakers trying to make a fortune out of this perfectly preserved piece of history.

Carefully she made her way upstairs. The stairs opened up to a large hallway. She heard the creak again. The sound was coming from one of the corridors. She took off her shoes so that she would make no sound and tiptoed down the corridor to the source of the sound. The corridor branched into a smaller corridor that lead to two rooms.

The floorboards creaked yet again. It came from one of the rooms with the door ajar and that was when she saw it. The shadow of a monster illuminated by moonlight. Her blood ran cold. She slowly backed away when a hand slipped over her mouth from behind her. Swiftly, the person wrapped his free arm around her and dragged her back down the corridor. She felt paralysed.

The werewolf in the room let out a blood-curdling howl. Amy's kidnapper used the opportunity to pull her into a large wardrobe that stood at the end of the corridor and shut it quickly. "Don't say a word," whispered a familiar voice from behind her, his breath tickling the back of her neck. She put her hand over his and shut her eyes in relief.

The werewolf howled again and Amy shuddered, Shadow hugged her tightly. "Shh, you're okay. I'm here," he whispered. They heard the floorboards creak and a low growl draw closer to their hiding spot. Through a small crack in the door, Amy spotted the matte dark blue fur of the beast as it paused in front of the wardrobe. It sniffed the air and after a terrifying moment, it moved away. The creaking faded and the two friends relaxed in their refuge.

Shadow sank to a side of the floor of the wardrobe and sighed, pulling Amy down onto his lap as he did so. "You are such a stubborn idiot," he muttered hoarsely. She bit her lip and grinned, leaning back onto her friend's fluffy white chest fur that peaked out of his black t-shirt. "What was that?" She whispered back.

"My guess? Probably the owner of this house."

"Oh?"

"I'm gonna try and check where it is. If you could just -"

"Shadow Robotnik, you are not leaving me in this wardrobe and going after some. Monster" She hissed angrily, pushing him back as he tried to make a move to stand up.

He grinned. "Aw Rosie, are you worried about me?"

"Of course, you saved me. I'm not gonna let a beast have you for dinner," She giggled softly.

"Well, We'll be stuck here till dawn. That's a werewolf so we'll be in danger as long as the moon is out."

"Ugh, stuck in this musty wardrobe. At least, I've got you to keep me warm."

"Cute."

"Mhmm. My hero"

"Uh. Amy? Wh- why did you kiss me on my cheek?"

"To thank you for being my hero, you silly hedgehog."

"Well, I'm going to need a hero tomorrow," he groaned. "Maria is going to kill me for missing her birthday dinner."

"I'll talk to her okay?"

"You'd better," he slowly stroked her quills, absentmindedly, lost in thought of what could have happened. "I'm so glad I followed you here. Chaos.."

"Mhm. Stalker."

He pulled her closer to him and hugged her tightly, nuzzling her neck. She giggled.

"Oh yeah? You don't seem to have a problem with that?"

"That's cause I love you, silly," she said softly.

His heart thumped hard.

"Rose," his voice strained with emotion, "I love you too."

She turned around and giggled at the serious expression on his face. "Oh, I know. You're terrible at hiding it," She smirked, bopping his nose.

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

"Make M-mm..." He kissed her gently before she could finish her sentence, savouring the softness of her lips. She kissed him back, sighing happily. After a while they pulled away, their heads lightheaded as though they were drunk with the warmth of their kiss. Amy cuddled against him, relishing in the comfort of his embrace as he hummed a soft lullaby.