My Angel ✔️

chapter 1: Homecoming

"Luna, you look like the sad moon itself," Grandpa said, his voice gentle as he gazed at me from the driver's seat. I turned away, staring out the rain-soaked window. How could I be happy when I'd left behind everything familiar - my parents, friends, and home - just to stay safe?

As we drove through kyoto's busy streets, a car pulled up beside us. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the face... my dad's face. "Grandpa, look! It's Dad!" I exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

Grandpa's expression turned grim. He glanced at the other car, and my dad's smile sent shivers down my spine. It didn't feel right. Grandpa accelerated, leaving the other car behind.

"Grandpa, what's—"

"He's not your father, Lunette. We're in danger." Grandpa's voice was low and urgent.

The other car sped up, chasing us. My dad's face appeared in the side window, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. He waved goodbye, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Suddenly, a horn blared as my ears ring, and everything became a blur. I felt my face and pelvic bones crack, a searing pain that took my breath away. I tried to scream, but my voice was trapped, i felt like I'm dying. The last thing I saw was my dad's laughing face, a blurred image that haunted me as darkness closed in.

I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The dream still lingered, a vivid nightmare that felt all too real. It was the only memory I had from before the accident, a painful reminder of what I'd lost. My body trembled as I reached for the water bottle on my nightstand, my hands shaking so hard I feared I'd drop it. I unscrewed the cap with a trembling hand and took a long, desperate gulp, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. But even the water couldn't wash away the echoes of my past.

I glance at the clock ,the white numbers glaring at me: 11:47. The darkness outside seems to press in, making the room feel smaller. I try to shake off the lingering fear from my dream, but it's hard to escape the feeling of being trapped. I throw off the covers and get out of bed, my bare feet making barely a sound on the floor. What can I do to distract myself from these haunting past?

Suddenly my door got opened and a brunette head peak in.

" moon, I can't sleep" stella, says as she came in and sat beside me.

" so am I, hmmm....let's take a walk....maybe?" I thought through, in this time everyone must be sleeping.

" the cemetery near us house, we can make some ghost friends " she suggested excited.

I raise an eyebrow, a smile spreading across my face. "Ghost friends, huh? You know I'm in." I say, already standing up and grabbing a jacket. Stella grins mischievously, and we both slip out of the house, into the darkness. The cemetery looms before us, its entrance like an open mouth waiting to swallow us whole. We step inside, the gravel crunching beneath our feet. Our torch is the only source of light.

As I slipped my earphones in, the haunting melody of "You're My Special" by King Gnu enveloped me, the lyrics echoing in my mind like a gentle whisper. The music was my solace, my escape from the darkness that lurked within. I shared a glance with Stella," this is a good idea" I sighed in pure relief.

" hey ghost! Come out and play with us" stella cheered, chuckle pass through my lips.

" don't scream like that, they can be scared" I prompt, and we began our midnight stroll through the cemetery, the gravel crunching beneath our feet like brittle leaves. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the weathered headstones, making the names and dates seem like a blur. I closed my eyes, letting the music transport me to a world where memories didn't haunt me. But as I opened them again, I sensed a presence - a figure standing by the old oak tree, watching us with an unnerving intensity.

"Hey Stella, what's that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as I tugged on her arm to stop her. She followed my gaze, her eyes locking onto the figure by the old oak tree. "I think we should get out of here, Luna," she whispered back, her voice laced with concern. "No way, it could be a ghost!" I exclaimed, my curiosity piqued. "Come on, let's check it out!" I said, dragging Stella along with me. As we approached the figure, it didn't move or react, its presence seeming to grow more ominous with each step. Stella's grip on my arm tightened, her eyes wide with fear. "Luna, I don't like this..."

As we drew closer, I shone the torchlight on his face, and a pair of blood-red eyes glared back at us, accompanied by razor-sharp fangs. His corpse-pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and his towering height, easily above 6 feet, made him an intimidating figure. But his creepy voice, low and menacing, didn't send us running. "Didn't your parents tell you not to stray into places like this at this ungodly hour?" he sneered, his words dripping with malice. Yet, Stella and I stood our ground, our hearts racing with excitement rather than fear.

I took a step forward, my voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "What do you want?" I demanded, the sound sending a flicker of surprise across his pale face. For a moment, he seemed taken aback by my boldness. Then, a cold, calculating smile spread across his lips. "I've come to kill you both," he hissed," mors fang want this white haired girl dead"

Stella's eyes sparkled with defiance as she asked, "And how will you kill us?" Before the vampire could respond, she seized his head, her grip like a vice. I joined in, my hands working in tandem with Stella's as we plucked his arms from their sockets. Together, i set him ablaze with holy fire, watching as his body crumbled to ash. Stella mocked him, "I'm going to kill you," as the flames consumed him. I scanned our surroundings, my heart still racing, and spotted another figure fifty feet away. But before I could react, he vanished into thin air, as if teleported. Stella's gaze followed mine, her expression grim. "I think we should tell Grandma about this," she said, her voice low and urgent.

Grandma's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and concern as she thundered, "What were you two doing in the cemetery at this ungodly hour?" We finished our tale, and Stella jumped in, her voice calm and collected. "Grandma, our midnight stroll is irrelevant now. What matters is our next move." Grandma rubbed her temples, her expression pained. "What can we do? They know about Luna's existence now..." she muttered to herself. I spoke up, determination in my voice. "Grandma, I think we should head back to Talkeenta. I'm confident in my training; I can protect myself."

"Have you gone mad, Luna? We're not going back!" Grandma exclaimed, her voice firm but laced with worry. I sat before her, my eyes locked on hers. "Grandma, I had an accident here, and they've found us. When will we stop running? I'm tired of hiding. I want to face my challenges head-on." Grandma's expression softened, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fine... we'll take the morning flight back to Talkeenta." Though her tone was monotone, I detected a hint of relief and pride. Stella smiled at me, her eyes shining with excitement. Finally, I'm going home.

The morning flight to Talkeenta was a blur of emotions. I felt a mix of excitement, fear, and anticipation. Grandma seemed lost in thought, her eyes gazing out the window. Stella chatted enthusiastically about our return, but I sensed a hint of worry beneath her smile. As we descended into Talkeenta's airport, my heart raced. What awaited us? Would Mors Fang's minions be lurking, waiting to strike? I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead.

Talketna, Alaska - a small town nestled in the heart of the wilderness. The moment I stepped off the plane, I felt the vastness of the landscape envelop me. Towering mountains, their peaks still capped with snow, stretch towards the sky like giants. The air is crisp and clean, with a hint of woodsmoke and adventure.

Main Street is quaint, lined with rustic shops and cafes, each with its own unique charm. The locals are friendly, with a warm, rugged hospitality that makes you feel like you belong. But it's the wildness that surrounds us, the untamed beauty of the mountains and forests, that truly draws me in.

In Talketna, the boundaries between nature and humanity blur. Moose wander down the streets, and bears roam the woods. The Northern Lights dance across the sky on clear nights, a celestial display of color and light. It's a place where the soul can breathe, where the rhythms of nature still hold sway.

And yet, amidst all this beauty, I sense a melancholy, a quiet sorrow that lingers in the air. It's as if Talketna holds secrets, stories of those who've come and gone, leaving behind only whispers of their presence.

First chapter out, thank you for reading.