The Wicked Luna

Twenty One

Pain. Every night at the stroke of midnight I feel it.

It consumes my chest, suffocating my lungs.

Big fat tears roll down my puffy red cheeks in streams as I cry. I hold myself in a fetal position, my feet dangling off the bed as my head is buried in my silky pillow. My nose absorbing the intoxicating scent of him.

The tears I dribble down my cheeks before falling from my chin. Im in too much pain to wail out or call for help. So instead every night at the stroke of midnight I let a river of silent tears claim my face. Quietly mourning a person who isn't dead.

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The next morning I wake my memories weigh me down. I couldn't help but lay in bed my hands curled at my sides as I watched the grey sky break with sunlight. The warm glow lightened the walls of my room, turning the creme colored paint brighter and more beautiful. My eyes scan outside and my heart thuds wildly in my chest as I see the dead tree Cayson drew standing in the morning glow.

"Luna?" A silent voice whispers snapping me from my trance.

I glance over to see a maid standing timidly, clearing uncomfortable. In her hands is a silver envelope, another letter from Chris. Everyday he updates me on sitings and possible locations of where the beast lives.

"Come here" I snap and I see her lip tremble.

She walks over quickly placing the envelope in my hand with her shaky fingers. I tear open the letter to see the usual. About 20 sitings and another meangless location of which I know the beast does not reside. Sighing I place my head back scrunching the letter in my hand.

I'm about to start yelling into the pillows or bite at my arm when I realize the girl is still in my room. Barely opening my eyes I see her observing me. Those chocolate brown eyes looking up and down my face, frowning. Frowning at my distress.

"What is it?" I snarl making her jump back.

Again her hands and lips tremble from my presence. I see her look around before crinkling her nose. She flattens her palms on her violet colored dress and makes timid steps towards me. I cock my eyebrow in curiosity.

"I'm sorry" she whispers her words full of true remorse.

I feel like baring my teeth and growling at her. I feel like telling her to get the hell out of my room. Instead my face falls a hollow feeling spreading through me.

"What?" I say gently.

She stuffs her hands in a small pocket fishing around for something. When she finds it she pulls it out, staring at it briefly before taking a shaky breathe in. Her eyes fall to mine, locking I place.

"The others have talked about your arrival. They are talking about how you are the same, yet different. Yesterday when you were out in the gardens I found this."

She holds lit the paper and my eyes cast down. I bite my lip and my heart thuds sharply in my chest. I take the paper, my fingers caressing the drawing. Stroking every branch of the tree. The dead tree Cayson carefully sculpted in the quiet of the night.

I hold the thick paper in my hand, my palms becoming a little sweaty. Tears prick at my eyes threatening to trickle down my cheeks. My emotions began to stir widely inside of me. Filling me up with chaos. Sadness drifts in my blood, reminding me of how much I miss him. How much I long for Caysons presence and touch. Regret fills the voids of my bones and I know that this emotion is a selfish one. Cayson will be safer away from me. He will not die because of me.

Anger also bubbles in me and I have the itching urge to crumble the drawing in my hand. Why did he mean so much to me? Why couldn't I just let him go? My brain clings to him and the very thought of being without him makes my stomach flip. Yet the reminder of him dying because of me also makes my body queezy.

"I know you loved him" the maid whispered "we all know that."

My face smoldered in rage. Inside of me I could feel my blood heating up, like boiling lava. With a stony expression I flash my canines at the maid, threatening her very existence. With clenched hands and vicious eyes I glare at the poor girl. I can see her presence shaking but she steps forward desperate to press on. I see her mouth about to open and I snarl extending my arm and snatching her wrist. I pull her close to me gnashing my teeth digging my claws into her delicate skin. Blood pours steadily onto my arms and the maid whines.

"You don't know a damn thing" I spit curtly.
"Stop denying him..." the moment the words fall from her mouth my eyes darken and I dig my claws deeper into her wrist.
"He makes you a better person" my anger is filling my entire body drowning out every other emotion " you love him."

I extract my claws from her arm throwing the girl to the ground. In ocean waves boiling anger washes over my head. My vision is slightly blurry as I see red. Anger had that type of control over me. Anger had always been a silent huntress in the night, striking when I least expected it. She always managed to hover over me like a morning fog, clouding all other emotions and rational thoughts. She deceives my every action, making me believe I am doing the right thing. I see a threat and she sees some type of prey she can spin into a little game. One minute she is here, her full glory and red cape covering my shoulders. The next she is gone leaving a trail of regret and staining my hands with someone else's blood.

I growl at the girl on the floor finally uncaging the monster that had been hidden for too long. My fingers wrap around her long fragile neck, my fingers rubbing against the bone. Her frightened chocolate brown eyes fall to mine and I see her body begin to tremble beneath me. Then in a swift emotionless action I snap her neck, letting the maid fall into the lovely arms of death.

I already miss Cayson and Lilith together :(

Btw the quote above is one written by me!!