Luna
My heart starts beating rapidly in my chest as I turn to face Zane. There's an amused expression on his face as he closes the door behind him. I swallow the lump in my throat, desperately trying to fight the blush that's threatening to stain my cheeks. "I, uh, was just coming to see if you were free to talk."
"Why were you snooping around my room?" Zane asks. "Those are private." He gestures to the drawings on the desk behind me. In a flash he's scooping up the drawings and locking them in one of the desk drawers. Hm, that's odd. Why is he hiding the drawings from me?
"I'm sorry, I should've waited."
Zane shoots me a grin. "Yes, you should have. But I can't stay mad at a beautiful girl like you for too long."
"Whatever," I huff. "I'll see you in the morning." I push past him, making my way to the bedroom door.
"But I thought you wanted to talk?"
"We can talk in the morning. Goodnight, Zane."
"Night, Lunatic."
I slam the door, muttering about him being an annoying little shit. My inner wolf hisses at me and I mentally growl back at it. I walk into my room and collapse onto the bed. Why do I even have a bed when I don't fucking sleep?! It's like they put it in here just to taunt me, a constant reminder that I can never sleep. Well, until I die, that is. Though with Zane around, death might not be too bad.
Honestly, who the hell does he think he is?! Waltzing into our home with his snarky, sarcastic comments and his pretty face. He could give every single person in the world a generous amount of arrogance and still have more than enough for himself. It's like his sole purpose in his long, never-ending life is to aggrevate me. And what the hell are those drawings of?! He's not just here for lodging... There's something going on. He mentioned he had a boss, Isaiah, I think his name was. Who is this Isaiah and why did he hire a vampire to work for him?!
I have to find out what Zane's up to before he can do anything to harm us, if that's what he's been hired for. I'll play nice with him, flirt with him until he spills all of his secrets. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Tomorrow morning I'll ask him to come to training with me and we'll spend the entire day together, fighting and talking. Seeing how he fights wouldn't be a terrible thing, it would give me an upper-hand if I ever have to fight him in real life.
Turning on my side, I curl up and close my eyes, longing for slumber to find me, wrap around me like a blanket and draw me in. But, like always, nothing happens. I don't feel an ounce of fatigue. It doesn't anger me anymore, I've moved on. Many years ago I used to have fits of rage about my not being able to sleep. Lie and Annie would stay up with me, to make me feel better. I owe them a great deal for helping me through that tough time.
But now? Now I can lie awake for ours without a trace of anger. It's just... gone. I've accepted my life and the consequences that comes with being a supernatural being and I'm finally, after years of getting used to it (try over 200), at peace. I can occupy myself by reading, training or just wondering around the grounds. My favourite place is the training room. I love to utilise my amazing reflex skills to dodge weapons being hurled at me, my incredible strength and stamina and, of course, my shooting with a bow and arrow.
I look over at the clock on my bedside table. 22:14. No one will be in the training room... I could go there, blow off some steam. Yeah I think I wi- Oh, wait. It's Friday. On Fridays the training room is locked at ten. Don't know why, just is. Hm, I could perhaps go to the library. There's an interesting book about faeries that I wanted to read. Yep, the library it is!
