"Another one on the rocks, please," Luna said, head barely peaking over the counter as the bartender gave her a suspicious look.
"Are you twenty-one, honey?" she asked.
Luna's cheeks puffed in annoyance. "I am forty-one years old, thank you!"
The bartender gave her a suspicious look. "You look like a kid."
"I have been seventeen for twenty-four years! Now give me my drink!"
The bartender sighed. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Sweetheart. This place is for grown-ups."
"That is offensive!" Luna yelled angrily. "I am fully capable of drinking whiskey! Now gimme!"
"Do I need to escort you out?" She arched a brow.
"I am forty-one! Now gimme my whiskey!"
"Alright," she sighed, gesturing a guard over.
Luna huffed out a sigh, staring at the ground.
But—suddenly—she found hands on her shoulders, and she gazed up to find blonde-haired Elijah standing behind her.
His eyes glowed a bright orange, and the bartender stilled, getting lost in his eyes.
"You checked her wallet, she is forty-one, so you will tell that guard that everything is fine, that you thought you saw a bar fight starting. And give Luna the drink she wants."
Luna smiled giddily.
The bartender nodded, looking over at the guard as he stopped next to them.
"Ma'am?" he said. "Is there a problem?"
"Oh, no, nothing," she promised, smiling softly. "I just thought I saw a bar fight about to start, but I was wrong. Thank you for coming over."
He blinked and nodded, stepping away after.
She then caught a bottle of whiskey and Luna jumped up-and-down, clearly getting excited.
After pouring Luna a drink, she slid it over. "Here you go, little one."
Luna happily took the drink, smiling as she sipped it.
She winced as it burned down her throat, but she continued drinking anyway.
Elijah scooted on a booth next to her, and she stepped over to him, reaching up and setting her cup on the bar counter.
Luna practically climbed onto the seat, struggling a little before she made it on and gasped softly.
Elijah smiled over at her, cheeks slightly shaded as his eyes remained droopy.
"Lijah?" she asked him as the bartender placed a drink in front of him. "Is Lijah feeling okay?"
"Peachy," he replied, taking the glass and chugging it.
Her eyes rounded when he slammed it down and put his hand up. "Another one."
Oh, she thought, Lijah's drunk.
Well, this would've happened sooner or later.
She just lightly sipped her own drink, watching as the bartender refilled his cup again and he chugged it down. "Another one."
Okay, this was too much.
Luna hopped off the barstool after finishing her last sip and she tugged his shirt.
He gazed down at her.
"Can we go home?" she asked him. "I wanna snuggle."
He just smiled lazily and set a hundred-dollar bill on the counter, dropping off the stool.
But he toppled forward, making Luna yelp when she caught him, and he groaned as if in pain.
She just wrapped his arm around her neck. "Here, lean on me. The great and powerful Luna will help you home."
He never replied, but once they started walking, his weight released, and she squeaked when he practically crushed her, but she had enough strength to hold him.
So she did as she said and helped him back to his log cabin through the dark streets.
She was right, though, Elijah scared the master so much that... the master was now afraid to hurt Luna.
There were no creepy feelings anymore, no shadows in the streets, no figures crawling through the darkness.
It was just her, and drunk Elijah.
After helping him through the park, they entered the dirt path that led to his cabin.
Because the master wasn't much of a problem anymore, Elijah decided they didn't have to hide in the woods anymore, so that very same day, he took the trash bag of butcher food and put it in the fridge of his cabin.
Luna and Elijah finally reached the cabin, and she winced when she bent backwards, shuffling his keys out from his pocket, and she pried it in the knob, opening the door seconds later.
So she flipped on the lights, and guided Elijah forward.
"Let's get Lijah to bed," she said then.
He just exhaled softly. "No, wait... but you smell so good."
She gazed up. "Huh?"
And—suddenly—she was thrown to the floor, squeaking when Elijah came down on top of her and burying his face in her neck.
She whimpered when he started kissing the skin, and then going lower.
"Elijah," she said, struggling from under him. "Lijah!"
He kept kissing the skin, slipping his hands under her shirt.
"Lijah!" she said then.
But he stopped then, and her eyes opened when he suddenly relaxed into her, and his hands dropped.
She blinked, stuck on the ground under him.
But he started snoring softly, and she stared at him.
Did Elijah just... fall asleep?
Well, the answer to that question was, yes, yes, he did.
Now the next question...
How the hell was she going to get up with a hundred-fifty-pound man on top of her?
Deadweight hundred-fifty-pound man.
She sighed, glancing around nervously.
Luna then pushed her arms against Elijah, making him groan softly as she struggled, pushing him off her.
He rolled onto his back, still sleeping.
Luna just lifted his arm as he murmured soft sounds, and she wrapped it back around her shoulders.
And she practically dragged him to his bedroom.
After almost five minutes of pulling Elijah's practically-dead body into the bedroom, she spent another five minutes trying to get him in the bed.
But she succeeded eventually, and she pulled the covers over him, smiling softly.
She then skipped out from the room, destined to drink some cow blood from the butcher.
A/N
Luna is so sweet ☺️
Don't you think?
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Secrets (Crave: 3) (FINISHED)
VampireI will kill him. I will mutilate him. I will make him hurt. And he'd never want to be alive again. After Luna was almost murdered by the doppelgänger mirroring her lover, Elijah finally got her back in his arms to protect her. Luna was fragile now...
