Sweet Little Luna

Chapter VI

Warning(s): Cursing and death
if you're not comfortable with cursing (in another language), please do not read this chapter

" It's hard to wake up from a nightmare
if you aren't even asleep. " – j.s.

The vampire was more than swift to whip herself around, her fist making contact with the cheek of someone's face and her palms shoved the said individual away from her, now giving a fair distance. Well, that'll more than likely leave a bruise, considering there was hard ice on her knuckles. A hiss of pain came out of the person that dared to grab her like that. "How dare you grab me as such?!" She shrieked, anger clear in her voice. "Are you fucking touched in the head?!" She definitely felt very threatened, maybe a bit violated. How dare he grab her like he did? So.... Possessively? Hmm... The alpha never thought his mate would be such a feisty girl. He touched his now aching cheek for a moment, then just ignored the pain. "My, my.... Feisty, aren't we?" He chuckled lightly. "That I am, when I feel threatened, and I want you and your damn minions to stay away from me! I don't need any lycans disturbing my day even more..." She snarled in response to that comment. This vampire did not have the time to deal with these stupid beasts that decided to disrupt her evening.

She was very enraged with these lycans, and was about to lose whatever strand of patience she had left. A clear sign of her rage is when it started to snow out of nowhere. Which, it was right at this moment. The man just calmly stood there, an intrigued look in his eyes. "Calm yourself, dear, I mean no harm." He stated, raising his hands up for emphasis. Oh really? No harm? "Really now? Then, what is it with the hunting me as if I were prey?" She spat in return. He just chuckled lightly. "I just wanted to speak with you. There's your answer for your question." That was his response. Simple and to the point, just like her. "And why is that?" She asked, crossing her arms, her bow now on her back, but the arrow still tight in her hands. "I've taken quite an interest in you, and ended up wanting to meet you personally." The vampire rolled her eyes at this, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, dear, you've found me, so what do you want?" He better make this quick.... "Your name for one."

A small huff came out of her, but she decided to make something up just to have some sort of anonymity for her real name. "It's Ataret." She lied so calmly, just so she can get this over with and leave. His eyes narrowed slightly, showing he wasn't very convinced. "You're lying, aren't you?" He bluntly asked, crossing his arms. "No." She lied once more, rolling her eyes. "Again, I can tell you're not speaking the truth. What's your real name?" He started to sound irritated with her small fibs. "Fine, dammit... It's Alexandra. There, are you happy now?" She growled, annoyed with his persistence. "Now that I told you my name, what is yours? So I can just take my leave?" He gave a small laugh at that. This was just getting more amusing to him. "It's Twivine, dear." He replied, a light smirk crossing his features.

Deep down, to Alexandra, he was a bit intimidating. He was a tall, well-built man with blonde hair and blue eyes [a bit darker than her own]. He looked like he could possibly subdue her, especially when she saw his wolf form. Being in that form, he could be able to effortlessly pin her underneath him. That is, if she wasn't such a feisty warrior-like individual. If anything, with her will to survive and her fiery ways, she would be giving him a very hard time, even if it's just as simple as an attempt to hold her down. Her kind was a very resistant race, after all. They were not weak, frail beings, and the alpha knew that.