Bloodmoon :The Descendants

Chapter 8 - Unveil Love

The night was dark and stormy, the wind howling outside Rachel's bedroom window. She tossed and turned in her bed, the sheets twisted around her legs as she struggled against the strange force that seemed to be pulling her from her dreams. With a gasp, she jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest.

Desperate to escape the oppressive feeling that hung over her, Rachel threw back the covers and stumbled out of bed. Barefoot and disoriented, she ran down the stairs of her house, her mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. She flung open the front door and stepped out into the night.

The weather was rough, the sky split open with a torrential downpour, thunder rumbling in the distance and lightning flashing across the sky. Rachel shivered as rain drenched her to the bone, but she couldn't stop running. She had to get away, had to escape whatever unseen danger was chasing her.

She could sense someone following her, lurking in the shadows just beyond her sight. With a shudder, she quickened her pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, suddenly, she collided with someone—a man wearing a hoodie, his face obscured in the darkness.

As he turned to face her, Rachel's heart leapt into her throat. But when she saw that it was Trevor, she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"Trevor," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Please, you have to help me."

Trevor frowned, concern etched into his features. "Rachel, what are you doing out here in this weather? And why are you barefoot?"

Rachel's words tumbled out in a rush. "Someone is trying to kill me. I couldn't stay in my house. I had to get out."

Trevor's expression softened, and he reached out a hand to steady her. "Okay, calm down. I'll come back to your place with you and make sure everything's okay."

But Rachel shook her head frantically. "No, please. I can't go back there. I don't feel safe."

Trevor hesitated for a moment before offering, "Then come with me. My house isn't far from here. You'll be safe there."

With no other options, Rachel nodded, her trust in Trevor growing with each passing moment. Together, they made their way through the storm, Trevor leading her to a secluded spot by the creek.

To Rachel's surprise, Trevor pushed aside a tangle of branches to reveal a beautifully built cabin nestled among the trees. She gasp in awe as Trevor held open the door for her, inviting her into the safety of his home.

As Rachel stepped into Trevor's cabin, she was greeted by a warm and inviting atmosphere that was a stark contrast to the raging storm outside. The interior of the cabin was cozy and rustic, with wooden beams stretching across the ceiling and a crackling fire casting flickering shadows on the walls.

A comfortable couch sat in front of the fireplace, adorned with soft cushions and a warm blanket. A small table stood nearby, piled high with books and magazines. The walls were lined with shelves filled with various trinkets and memorabilia, giving the space a homey, lived-in feel.

In one corner of the room, a well-stocked kitchenette boasted modern appliances and a gleaming countertop. A pot of soup bubbled away on the stove, filling the air with its savory aroma.

Trevor led Rachel further into the cabin, showing her to a cozy bedroom tucked away at the back. The room was simple but inviting, with a comfortable bed piled high with blankets and pillows. A large window looked out onto the dark and stormy night, the rain beating against the glass in a steady rhythm. Trevor offered her to use his bedroom while he will sleep on the couch of the living room for tonight. 

As Rachel feel a sense of relief, despite the chaos and danger outside and Trevor by her side.

Rachel sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling with a mix of fear and exhaustion. She looked up at Trevor, her eyes filled with guilt and gratitude.