The Short Way Home (Luna)

(A/N please stay with this through the first bit cause it's meant to suck. Also, the stuff in italics is your thoughts (speech is italics too))

"Ok. First things first, don't ask me about my past. That doesn't matter. What matters is the present, and that's what I live by. Second, I don't talk much."

You fucking hypocrite. You don't 'not talk much' you talk too much.

"I'm not a very sociable person. Third, I'm a little weird. No worries. And with that said, I think you should know your murderer a little better. I'm Catherine. You already know what I look like, so I won't bore you with that..."

Why is this movie so long?

"Let's get onto the more important matters at hand. I'm a psychopath. I'm crazy. Insane. We all know that. I have secrets that even I don't know, so I don't expect you to know them either. But there is one thing I know: how to kill. And properly..."

This is so cliché. WHY CAN'T THIS END ALREADY?

"Now, I'm afraid I'm not what you would call patient. So don't hold back your fear or pain. I want to hear your last scream..."

You were bored out of your mind. Seriously, this movie was going on forever. And it sucked. Luckily the dude was about to be murdered anyway, so it would be over soon. You didn't pay any attention to the, apparently, scary movie, but you did notice someone. A girl, about 12. You just kept spotting her out of the corner of your eye. She looked... terrified.

Well, little kids scare easy, don't they?

But this girl was beautiful. She was perfect. Unnaturally perfect. She had large, blue eyes, pale skin and curly, white hair. She stumbled over, crying, and whispered 'help me.' You asked her name, but she only repeated one phrase: Luna. Dismissing this as just a scared little girl, you decided against finishing the film. That god awful movie wouldn't finish for another hour yet, so there was no point in wasting your time here. You decided to leave.

On your way home, you remembered about a shortcut a friend had told you about. It looked kind of sketchy, but you didn't worry about that. You lived right next to an alleyway and homeless crackheads were always trying to make their homes next to yours. Of course, none ever succeeded. You just kicked them out. You decided this alley couldn't be much different. But it was dark, not the normal kind of dark. It was too still, with a single light illuminating a small figure at the other end.

Completely mesmerised, you began to make your way into the alley, disregarding any suspicions you had. And as you got closer to the figure, it changed. It got darker, taller and just looked more sinister. But it looked like a girl, no more than 12 years old, and she was crying. You wanted to help. You switched on the flashlight on your phone and looked at her. And your phone almost slipped out of your hand.

Her skin had become a pale, almost brilliant, white and her hair was pitch black and deadly straight. She wore a skin tight dress, heeled boots and a leather jacket and her face was heavily made up, with black eyes, red cheeks and full, dark red lips. But as you moved closer, you could see that her eyes were like a bug's; large, round and black, and she had cuts up each side of her mouth. As you moved to within an arm's reach of her, you could see that it wasn't lipstick on her mouth: it was blood. The flesh around her large chelsea smile was rotting away and dripping with blood and her teeth were too long; too long to close her mouth without causing damage. She also wasn't wearing blush on her cheeks. No, she was also crying blood. Yes, it was scary. It was cliché, but still scary, mostly because you knew it was the girl from the cinema that had become this demon.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you gagged at the sight of this thing. She was a monster, a demon on Earth. A hot demon, but still a demon. It was like you had taken a one-way ticket to Hell. You stepped backwards, reeling from the stench of stale blood that emanated from the girl's breath and skin. You turned to run, but in doing so, you stepped on a branch. Her head snapped towards you and you froze. Your heart began pounding even harder, your skin turned to ice and your blood froze in your veins.

Fuck

That was all that ran through your mind as she began walking towards you. You were frozen, rooted to the spot as if someone had glued you to the pavement. As she circled you, she exhaled slowly and deliberately, and you could see her snake-like tongue flicker out from between her teeth.

Great. Way to make you even creepier. Add a bit of snake in there.

She finally stopped behind you. You could see that she was a short distance away from you, and you found feeling in your legs again. And you ran. You ran for so long but never got anywhere, and when you stopped, you were right where you started.

You eventually gave up, bit looking around, she wasn't there. You managed to release the breath you were holding, but you felt a sharp pain in your neck, and immediately felt dizzy. You began stumbling around and losing control of your functions, grunting in pain with each movement. Your head was light and your vision became blurry, and you had to hang onto a fence to keep yourself from falling.

'Wh- who are you?' you asked, your breathing ragged and painful. You heard her come closer to you. She leant forward, the feeling of her hot breath on the back of your neck.

'Luna,' she answered simply.

Through the blur that was your vision, you swore you saw the corner of her grin tuen upwards slightly, an your last memory was an excruciating pain as she tore into your throat. Leaving you to drown in your own blood, you hear her whisper to you.

'Next time, stay out of the shadows...'