Moon Written

eighty one.

"Watch out!" Luke yelled out, his words rang in my ears but I couldn't move; the look Dustin held in his stormy blue eyes kept me glued in place, while the ground rumbled below us once again.

"Dustin!" Marina yelled out, that seemed to shake Dustin back to reality because his face hardened and he turned his gaze to the lady that tried to kill me, my heart sank.

I pulled out of his hold reluctantly, wanting his warmth and scent to wrap around me once again, but no matter how much I longed for it; I knew that it was just the Mate bond and that I didn't really want the monster that I was cursed with.

I turned my gaze to face the lady, who had managed to stand up and walk closer towards us, her frail hands were still in tight fists as she continued walking in her slow yet torturous pace.

"What do you want from me?" I asked shakily, the wind around us picked up and nipped my cheeks, my eyes were probably wide in fear and I could feel a panic attack begin to grow inside of me.

"What do I want? — I want you to die!" She yelled out in that creepy, deep voice, before mocking me with a teasing yet cruel smirk, I could feel her hatred roll off her body in waves and easily slide onto my own, sending fear up my spine mixed with some kind of menace.

"B-but you saved me last time! You helped me!" I reminded warily, my hands flying around as I spoke, my nerves grew larger and larger, while my stomach churned — sending a nauseating feeling up my throat.

The old, lady chuckled humorlessly an evil glint formed in her dark, orbs and I felt a chill go through my body making me shudder, Dustin stood stiffly beside me.

"Looks can be deceiving Princess, and I — I have deceived you. Last time was last time, we are in the present and it is my duty to kill you because you are the carrier of the devil's spawn, and if I do not kill you today, there will be more like me Princess ... a lot more —" she paused to glare at me, her words spun around in my mind as I processed them, I could feel every little goosebump form on my skin and I sensed anger radiating in the air.

"I might be the carrier, but I am not the devil." I whispered in protest, trying to remind myself that the spirit does not define me; I might not have long, and I might lose my humanity but this right now ... this is me.

"That might be right but do not forget you are the holder and there is a reason for that, the spirit defines you and once it awakens it will rise with your anger .. it will go after everyone you hate and everyone that you want killed but the only thing that will be different is that it will kill off more people then necessary ... your spirit will be the end of us all, but it will be the start of your madness." She explained in disgust making me clench my jaw tightly, I angrily shook my head while narrowing my eyes at her, she chuckled dryly.

"Choose to believe me Princess? No matter, your death is all I need, your choice of belief isn't." She spat out before running towards me, she was undeniably fast but for some odd reason I was faster.

My hands shot forwards as if they had a mind of their own, and everything around me seemed to slow down, my heart echoed in my ears and suddenly, a dark fog appeared in front of me; pushing the lady further away from me — making her scream in fear and shock.

My feet moved on their own, just like my hands and ran closer towards the shaking lady who watched me worriedly; not knowing how to react.

I felt my nails elongate and suddenly I knew that instead of nails I had claws now, I was completely and utterly afraid of what I was going to do next.

"Kill me?" It was me, I said it but at the same time I didn't because it wasn't my voice — it was that menacing deep voice that always managed to leave me horrified.

I tilted my head forcefully, I wanted to fight back against the spirit that wanted full control but it was too strong.

"No, no, no, you and you're other warriors can go back to hell because none of you are going to stop me!" I yelled out, I could feel the anger growing inside me, the rage that fought against my fear — trying to consume me completely.

It was all so confusing.

She shook her head, and I sensed her fear and hatred, it only made the spirit stronger because I could feel my veins crawl over my skin, when I looked down I watched the black lines crawl from my fingers up into my sweater.

"We will stop yo-" before she could continue my hand flew forwards and my claws sunk through her neck and into her throat, ripping a chunk of her skin off, watching red blood ooze from the slit, onto my hand.

I gasped loudly, my eyes were wide and my hand was frozen in place, the lady twitched like crazy and her hands were covering her torn neck, getting drenched in red, blood in the process making me shudder.

Slowly her body fell back, it tipped and suddenly she fell limp over the ground — covered in a pool of her own blood, which continued to freely ooze out of her neck, her eyes were wide open and back to that pale grey color as she gazed at the sky; but this time she wasn't mumbling or speaking .. she was dead.

My shoulders were shaking, tears welled up in my eyes and my bottom lip trembled, I pulled my hand closer towards my chest and wiped the blood off me and onto the black furry cloth.

I whimpered and shook my head, I could feel my stomach churn crazily; I sensed the eyes of everyone on me and it made my cheeks flush in embarrassment and shame.

I could feel the bile rise up my throat, and I quickly ran to a nearby bush and emptied my stomach out, I gagged loudly and continued throwing up; out came the fear, the nerves and the terror, but the madness .. it was still stuck inside me.

I turned around slowly to face everyone, Luke and Marina stood in front of the van, both with wide worried eyes while Dustin stood where he was, completely tense and stiff.

My heart was beating erratically, I looked down at my shaky hands and felt my stomach drop, a whimper escaped my lips because once again, this wasn't a hallucination.

And maybe, maybe Dustin was right, maybe we are alike.

"Princess?" Luke called out warily, I raised my head hesitantly to look at him and he watched me worriedly, almost as if he genuinely cared about me. I shook my head slowly, the feeling of cool salty tears trailing down my cheeks made my stomach churn.

I looked at Marina, and her eyes were still wide but they were glued on the old lady who laid in a pool of her own blood, in the middle of the woods on an old pathway.

Then, I looked at Dustin — his posture was still stiff, but his shoulders were completely squared, and this extremely powerful aura rose around him making my eyes narrow.

My glossy vision managed to make out the disgust in his stormy, blue eyes but for once the disgust was not aimed at me, it was aimed at the lady that had preciously threatened my life — my life ... which he saved.

I watched his dark messy hair, fly with the speed of the wind around us carelessly, I watched his thick, eyebrows furrow angrily and I watched his tongue lick his perfectly plump, lips. He was perfect. But he wasn't mine.

Suddenly his gaze turned to my own, and the rustle of the swaying branches tuned itself out, it felt as if time stopped and we were the only ones here.

I could feel his eyes search my own, but what was he looking for?

I could see the storm that continued forming in his ocean blue eyes as his gaze roamed down my body, as he gazed at my broken state.

I could feel my heart trying to jump out of my chest and into his hand, just to show him how much power he holds over me; I could feel his eyes look deep into my soul, trying to figure me out.

But me? I just looked at him, and for once that was all we did — we shared no disgust, no pain and no hate.

We just gazed and learned; because with every tear that managed to trail out of my eyes, he learned something new — he saw me raw, and he finally acknowledged that I was his Mate, his eyes said it all.

But like always, Dustin could not hold back his true feelings, so the heart that he held, he eagerly threw it on the ground and stomped all over it because with a growl and a hate-filled glare sent my way, he later walked away from me and towards the sleek, black van.