Moon Written

one hundred four.

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I groaned painfully while arching my back, my whole entire body felt like it was being stretched apart — I felt as though I was undergoing torture.

I gripped the sheets below me tightly and my heels were digging into the bed, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I gurgled a metallic tasting substance that rose in the back of my throat.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I fought against the torturous pain that surged from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head — it almost felt like the pain of shifting for the first time, times a million.

Marina and Elijah weren't in the room with me anymore and I noticed how dark it was when my blurry vision cleared up a bit; the moon was hidden by dark colored clouds, shielding away any light.

I felt a stab of pain in my chest and slapped my hands over the skin that bounced with my hammering heartbeat, I sobbed out loudly while rocking my body back and forth uncomfortably.

I didn't know what to do as I helplessly thrashed over the bed, a metallic taste pooled in the back of my throat making me gag out loud — my stomach churned crazily.

I opened my dry lips; wanting to yell out for someone — to call someone to help me but all that came out was a bit of cool, disgusting liquid.

I choked on the blood that continued growing in the back of my throat and shook my head, sweated formed on my back and my hips began aching.

"D-Dustin!" The one name that managed to leave my lips left me shocked as I bounced aggressively on the bed, my back burned and my eyes were shut tight as I fought against the monster that tried claiming my body — I was panting by now.

I kept crying out when my heart clenched tightly, feeling as though a large hand closed around it and squeezed it mercilessly; growls ripped through my throat and I felt something stir inside me.

The pain did not subside, not at all. I felt lonely inside, I felt as though I was being tortured by both the Moon and the Demon. My fast heartbeat made it seem as though it was ready to leap out of my body.

Suddenly, I felt the inside of my stomach get torn — I could feel the skin being ripped apart almost tortuously and it made my toes curl; my hands slapped over my flat stomach and my eyes snapped open — a loud terrified scream escaped my lips and boomed in the room.

The sharp claws were either a part of my imagination or they were real because this pain could not be made up. I could feel the inner skin of my stomach rip apart slowly, and I couldn't stop my echoing screams as I tried to bend my burning back to see if my stomach was also torn from the outside; but I couldn't move.

"Dustin!" I called out, I pleaded for him to come, hoped for his presence in my room. Why? Well, for now I didn't know. All I knew was that I needed the support from my Mate; well ex-Mate.

Before I could open my mouth to let out another scream the door to Marina's room slammed against the wall as it opened and it made me jump on the mattress; the loud sound startled me but the faint smell of cologne, wood and salt water cooled my burning insides.

"Celine?" His husky voice made my ears perk up, the pain was still there but it eased upon feeling his presence in the room, I cried out in answer, looking at him through the corner of my eyes — I whimpered helplessly as he shut the door behind him and locked it.

"Celine." He whispered breathlessly, I heard the worry in his voice and it made my heart break, my eyes were wide as I watched him run up to the edge of the bed through the corner of my eyes.