Luna paced back and forth, her arms scooping up items and thrusting them into a random suit case, each linens up a long the floor.
Clothes lay forgotten on the bed, laptops and memory boards, already tucked in tightly.
The black haired teen jammed her newer, much thinner and unhackable black iPhone 6.
"Yes, I want a Sea Plane here in an hour. Luna Anarchy." Luna pulled the joke. Away from her ear, waited for a moment until the screen lit up and then hung up.
The phone fell to the floor with a loud clatter, and a shattering sound later, Luna's hands feel out in front of her to prevent her face from making contact with the cold wooden floor.
Luna's hand snaked up and fisted the crisp white sheets, her nails dug in, through the sheets and to her palms, drawing blood, staining the sheets permanently.
With her other hand, Luna cupped it over her mouth and coughed violently, a slimy substance splattered on her hand and through her fingers, dropping soundlessly to the ground below.
The teen cracked an eye open once her violent fit had ended, her mouth still hung open, and a dark, slug like liquid leaked from the left corner of her lips.
The youngest of the Anarchy siblings pulled herself up from her perviously hunched over position. She gazed down at the mess on the floor, and had to swallow, to prevent herself from throwing up her breakfast.
Luna winced as the foul taste in her mouth finally registered in her brain. And as she looked past her hand, to the mess on the floor, it all clicked in her mind, the sludge bubbled and squirmed around.
With the wood to thick for it to fall through, it compressed itself down until it spread out so thin it split. Until it spelled two words.
Marie Laveau
Luna growled in frustration, she scooped up her phone again, the glass back scratching against the smooth wood.
She dialed and waited, her raven black hair falling down over her face in greasy clumps, as she hadn't been bothered to wash it since the gala.
"Richard, put Harriet on." His breathing was heavy, coming fast in quick pants, and straight away Luna knew what was happening.
It had happened with Zero a few times actually, many a bit more than a few if she thought about it.
"We're a little bus~y at the m-moment." Luna shouldered her phone and overstepped the black pool, to continue with her packing.
"Richard, pull your dick, out of Harriet's mouth, and fucking pass her the phone." The teen sighed, pausing and resting her hand on her hip as she took her phone in her hand.
"Whatdya want?" Her voice, wasn't clipped and short, like Richard's was, it was level and slightly annoyed at having been interrupted.
"Hello Harriet." Luna growled, her grin tightening around the phone till her fist turned white.
"Ah Luna, I was expecting your call." The ravenette could feel smile through the phone and it irritated her to no end.
"I could tell." Though, Luna Anarchy, was not intimidated, there was only one person in the world Luna had ever feared, and he was ten feet under and the person who put him there, followed right after him.
"So I'm guessing you got my little message?" Harriet's tone was sickly sweet.
Luna clenched her teeth, and dug her nails into her palm.
"And by message you mean this black shit currently disturbing the food in my stomach, then yes Harriet, I have received it." The message had faded away, the words back to sloppy goop, goop that would more than likely stain the wood.
"Calm yourself Luna my friend." This only fired the shadow walker even more, her nails dug into the touch screen.
"Friend-" Luna begin grumpily, the air around her had chilled a great deal, the monitors that littered the floors fogged up and the bottle of water had started to leak fog from it's sides.
"I'm preposing a, well a proposition." Luna did not like the sound of that, she, in fact; hated it, and she didn't intend to be cheated out of their deal.
"What is it? In case you haven't seen the news, I have siblings to deal with." An airy laugh waffered through the phone, Luna pulled the phone away from her ear and waited for the annoying laugh to stop.
The shadow walker glanced back at her phone, wondering how Harriet could have possibly found her new number, she slid the phone back next to her ear and waited.
"And that, is why, I need you back in New York." Luna looked around her room in honest disbelief and anger at Harriet's cluelessness, wasn't that what he was fucking doing?
"I'll get there, when I fucking get ther-" If she thought she had something on the teen, just because she coughed up some gunk, she had another thing coming.
"You'll get here, and you'll get here quick. The Standard Hotel, find it, room 238, you have twenty-four hours." Luna was back to clenching the phone in a death grip after that, harder than before, the screen lit up eliminating the side of her face.
"Or, what?" Her hold strengthened.
"Or the blood on your insides, will become the blood on your outsides." The phone in her hand collapsed in on itself, snapping cleanly in two pieces, what remained of the phone plummeted to the floor, and as soon as the phone made contact with the floor, the two halves split and bounced in opposite directions.
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Teen FictionIt's true what you've heard. There are people all around the world with extraordinary abilities and powers. For some it runs in their blood line, others, the power is bestowed upon them by family members, families like these are able to pass on the...
