The dark secrets of new blood

"But an angel no less."

"Koda..."
Someone was calling my name, a woman, but they were faraway and almost inaudible.
"Koda... Please..." She said.
It was a voice I'd never heard before.
The world was black.
There was nothing, no one.
Not even me.
My mind was there, but not my body.
It was like a dream.
Yes that was it.
I was dreaming.
"Am I dead?" I heard my own voice whimper, though it came from nowhere I knew.
There was a long pause before the voice simply said, "yes."
A bottomless feeling filled me, though I not sure where "me" was.
"But, koda, it's time." The woman spoke.
"W-what? Time for what? What does that mean?" I called into the dark.
"Time to greet the Wild."
And at that moment, something, in that cruel darkness, began appearing.
Faint at first, very faint, but it grew.
My vision.
It was all coming into focus.
A bright LED light buzzed above me.
I could just make out a painting hanging on the wall.
And a figure, sitting beside my bed, crying.
I was in a hospital.
I blinked to clear my vision faster and the figure must of seen since a new voice filled my ears.
"Koda?" she said. "Oh my god! nurse! Nurse! She's alive!"
The woman yelled and screamed.
A blurry face bent down to look at me.
"You little miracle."
~
"What do you mean I was dead?" I asked, sipping at my spoonful of jelly.
"You were dead Koda!" Naomi repeated. "Your heart stopped, your eyes froze over, they had to do that thing where they close your eyelids for you! You were most certainly, 100% dead."
"Then why am I here!" I groaned, adjusting my position as I sat in my hospital bed.
I went for another spoon of jelly.
"Hey what's the time?" I spoke up after a few minutes.
Naomi reached into her pocket for phone.
She clicked it open and said, "11:26."
"Wait. I was only killed 4 hours ago?"
"Yep." She simply said.
"Why the hell am I alive." I wondered again.
I said it more as a rhetorical question but Naomi answered anyway.
"Maybe, it just wasn't your time." She shrugged, leaning back into your chair.
But something about what she said stuck with me.
"Wasn't my time..." I muttered under my breath.
"Hm?" Naomi wondered.
I snapped out of my trance, almost dropping my jelly and looked at her.
"Oh-oh n-nothing, it's-its um, fine. It's all just... Fine." I stuttered.
Naomi looked at me suspiciously, leaning in close to squint at my eyes.
"Whatever." She scoffed, standing up and stretching. "I'm gonna go flirt with that cute male nurse. See ya loser."
"Wow, I almost die and this is how I'm treated." Was all I could say as she stepped from the room and into the hallway.
I laughed to myself and sat and ate my jelly in silence.
About 10 minutes later however, Naomi returned.
With the nurse.
He came to the end of my bed and picked up the clipboard holding my information.
He chuckled to himself at one point.
"Your Koda Hemmings?" He asked. "Tabatha's sister?"
I rolled my eyes and groaned.
"Sadly, yes."
The nurse smiled, and read through the rest of the clipboard.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, a pen poised in his right hand.
"Fine." I simply said, shrugging.
"Any headaches? Feeling sick at all? Don't worry, it's all normal if you are. I mean you should be dead for crying out loud."
"Um, no. Seriously I'm all-" my sentence was cut short when a agonising pain sprung into my left temple.
How ironic.
"Ahhhh." I moaned, pressing my hand to forehead, trying to block it out.
"Hey, you okay?" The nurse said, though his speech came out slurpy and slow.
The room began to spin and shake, my vision going in and out from blurry to clear to just a mess.
"Koda."
That was Naomi, but in my state, even her high perky voice seemed like a low groan.
"Ahhh!" I cried louder, the pain increasing.
I whimpered, all my fingers digging into my head.
Then all sound was blocked out, replaced with the highest pitch of sound I'd ever heard.
I screamed.
I could feel something tickling my finger tips.
Oblivious to the rest of the world yelling and trying to talk to me, I pulled my hands out in front of my eyes.
Scarlet blood painted my nails.
I could feel my heart racing, almost exploding behind my ribs.
And for the second time that night, I blacked out.
~
This time I awoke without the dark.
I just blinked straight awake.
But I was groggy and my vision was still going from blurry to clear.
Doctors hovered over me, writing things of notepads.
They said things but their voices just sounded like blobs of sound.
"Koda."
It was that voice! The voice from the dark!
I went to speak but was stopped by the voice.
"Koda, not yet." She said.
I knew I should've listened but I couldn't help it.
"W-who are you?" I said, but it was barely a whisper.
I heard her sigh, obviously frustrated but she told me anyway.
"Luna. Call me Luna."
"Luna? Where are you?" I asked.
The doctors began leaving the room, oblivious to my awakening.
Once they were gone I turned to the armchair that sat in the corner of the room.
Beautiful.
That was the first word that hit me when I saw her.
Draped in shades of blue, pale skin, soft and glowing.
Dark lipstick and long lashes.
She was like an angel.
An angel that had fallen out of a grunge tumblr page sure, but an angel no less.
She sat with her legs resting up on the armrest of the chair, smiling at me.
In a split second she was standing next to my bed, still smiling.
I jumped slightly at her quickness but settled soon after.
"H-how-"
"How'd I do that?" She stole the words from my lips as she sat beside me.
I silently nodded, afraid to speak.
She laughed a breathy laugh, resting her hand on my leg.
I flinched.
Her hands were freezing!
And gorgeous.
Long nails decorated with crescent moons and stick on gems.
"Oh, sorry." She said. She quickly pulled away her hand.
"Always cold. The flaws of the daughter of the moon I guess."
The way she spoke, iridescent, calm and ghostly, it gave me goosebumps.
"D-daughter of the moon?" I stuttered.
"Indeed." She said.
She stood up and walked over to a vase of roses sitting on my bedside table.
"You see, Koda, I am 1 of the 4 Celestials given the task watching over you. Think of us as little angels sitting on your shoulder." She said, playing with the rose petals.
"Angels?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "No offence but you don't really look-"
"Heavenly? Why of course not. I mean give me a break, this is just my human form, sure, but I'm a celestial no less." She turned to face me but kept her fingers on the flowers. "As I said, there are four Celestials. Daughter of the Moon, Luna," she paused and placed a hand over her heart, smirking. "That's me, obviously."
She sighed and grabbed one of the roses, holding it above the rest, peering at it closely.
"My sister, Sole-"
"Daughter of the sun." I whispered to myself.
She looked at me again and smiled.
"Correct."
Luna stepped over to the bed, taking the rose with her.
"My father, Caelum, father Sky." She sat down, playing with the flowers petals.
"And my mother, Terra-" this time she spoke with a certain anger, almost hatred, in her voice.
She paused taking a deep breath, staring down at the rose.
"Mother Earth?" I offered, smiling, trying to not seem slightly scared of her.
She looked straight at me, right into my eyes.
And for a moment, they were so cold, icy, and hard to read, I felt the hair on my arms stand up and my heart rate quicken.
But almost instantly her gaze turned straight to heartwarming and my skin settled down.
She smiled once more and held out the rose, inches away from my nose.
"Here." She said.
I carefully took the prickly stem in my fingers, closing my eyes and breathing in the petals scent.
It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced.
Rich and fresh.
"It's incredible-" I began to say.
Though when I opened my eyes, I was alone.
I leaned out of my pillow, looked around for her, but there was no one there.
"Luna?" I called out.
But I knew I would only be greeted with silence.
And I was.
I sighed and leaned back, relaxing myself.
Except when my eyes came to rest on the rose I almost yelped from surprise.
It was white.
Completely white.
What was once a beautiful red rose, was now completely drained of colour.
Yet, it wasn't.
I looked closer.
Hesitantly I let one of my fingers lay rest on a petal.
Slowly, I pulled it away to reveal its true identity.
Red.
Crimson.
Scarlet.
Whatever you wanted to call it.
The roses original colour.
But it wasn't the same. It wasn't it's beautiful bright colour. It was dull and dead.
And just a tiny dot surrounded by snowy white.
Snow... I thought to myself.
That was it.
The entire flower was frozen solid.
I flicked to make sure, and the clinking sound of my nails hitting the ice confirmed what I saw.
But not even a minute ago it was soft and delicate.
Sure it was winter, but we were inside! And the heating was on!
This rose shouldn't be frozen.
I knew I had bigger problems, but this bugged me.
However, I think, deep down, I knew how it had happened.
"Who are you Luna?"