Sun and Moon

Bonus chapter 1

So this chapter is before the letters that Sun wrote. It tells you how they met and how Moon died. This chapter containts violent graphic so if you're sensitive to such things, please don't read. After this one, I will post the last bonus chapter that will include the letter that Sun wrote just before he died. So look forward to that! 

Anyways, enjoy the chapter.

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This whole thing started 30 years ago. I had been watching her for a while now, slowly following her like a shadow. At first, she was slightly disturbed and would always turn around to look for anyone, only to find the streets behind her empty. That look of discomfort on her face sent pleasant chills throughout my body and at that time I couldn't help but smirk.

She was such a lovely girl with her pale skin, big blue eyes and black hair. A beauty like her was rare to find. She was like a diamond in a sea of charcoal. So precious and so delicate, like a little flower that blooms in a desert. My hands longed to trace every line of her body, to hear her scream out in pain underneath me. I could almost imagine how sweet her voice would be as she begged me to stop. Never in my life have I felt this towards anyone and this excitement, this rush going through my body is new, but pleasant. I love the thrill it gives me to follow her, watch her as she lives her life as if everything was fine. My sweet sweet Moon, my lovely little flower. Soon enough, she would be mine forever.

A few days later, I followed through with my plan. Right after she left school, walking the same old path to her apartment, I ambushed her from behind. You see, she would always walk past this dark alleyway that was the perfect place for kidnapping. Luckily for me, she did it today too, and I finally got to hold her in my arms.

When I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame, her first instinct was to scream. That made me angry, she wasn't supposed to scream, she was supposed to smile at me and love me. The same way I had loved her for so many years. So I did what I had to do. I hit her head against the brick wall of the building, successfully knocking her unconscious. It truly pained me to hurt my little flower, but if she was going to make noise, I had to silence her.

I dumped her in the backseat of my car and drove to my secluded cabin in the forest.

When we finally arrived, I wrapped my arms around her and carried her to my home. There, I laid her in my bed, making sure to secure her ankles and wrists to the bedposts. I wouldn't want her to escape and tell the cops now would I?

After I made sure that she wasn't going anywhere, I quickly went downstairs to get her some food. I wasn't sure what she liked to eat, so I prepared some tomato soup and a piece of bread.

Suddenly, I heard a crashing noise upstairs and quickly ran up, only to find my Moon thrashing like a wild animal, and my favourite mirror shattered in pieces on the floor. Her frightened eyes met mine, and when I saw the raw fear in her eyes something clicked inside of me.

I stalked up to her and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She let out a yelp of pain, before I slapped her across the face. That shut her up, and before she knew it, I had thrown her like a rag doll across the room. Her little body smacked into the wall with a big thud and I was pretty sure I heard something in her break.

She cried out in pain, but I wasn't done yet. When she lay there on the floor, I continuously kicked her in the ribs, making sure to have cracked at least five of them. All the while, I made sure that she wouldn't die. If she died, then that would be sad, because then I would lose my lovely little plaything.

When I felt like I was done with her, I carried her to the bed, gently placing her there and tended to her wounds. I wanted to shower her with love, but if she behaved this way, it was very difficult for me to do so. This love and hate relationship continued for a few years, before that fateful day when I couldn't hold back my rage.

It was around two years after I had kidnapped her. I was sitting downstairs, eating my breakfast, when I heard light footsteps across the floor above me. Suspicious of what she was doing, I slowly crept upstairs, making sure to stay quiet the whole time. When she was in my line of sight, I saw her trying to open a window, obviously making an escape.

This made me so angry, so I rushed forward and slammed her into the wall behind her. She hit her head against the cold tiles and started to bleed. I grabbed her by the neck and dragged her to our room. There, I threw her on the floor, kicking her until I had enough. But it wasn't good enough, she needed more pain. She had to see that I loved her and only wanted what was best for her. Why would she try to leave me?!

That was when I realized and if she wasn't going to stay her on her own, and if she was never going to love me, I had to kill her. Because if I couldn't have her love, then no one else could. I wouldn't stand by and watch as some other man tried to court my flower. She was mine, and mine only.

So I grabbed her by her neck again, looked into those lovely blue eyes and kissed her. My heart broke as our lips connected. For so many years, she had been my rock in this mad world. When my demons haunted me at night, it was the thought of her that kept me sane. She was my little light in a world where only darkness existed. But she drove me crazy and she made me so angry that I couldn't help but to hurt her. I had to hurt her, to show her how much it hurt me. It was the only way she would listen to me. 

This would be our first and only shared kiss. I could feel the taste of salt on her tongue, probably from all the tears but I continued to kiss her. Until we both ran out of breath. And when we broke apart, I took one last look at her, before I snapped her neck.