Chosen by the Moonlight

}Pirate Booty{

I found earbuds in the dresser that belongs to that dickass. I plugged them into his phone as well, because I stole it from him when I gave him a 'hug' this morning. I was messing with the camera since I can't get passed the password but play music on HeartBeat Radio.

I took pictures of me making faces. Some flattering photos, and some of butt shots from the inhabitants of this huge place.

I decided to stalk Ruban as he walked around the mansion. I took picture and videos of me snickering as I follow him.

"You know if you weren't such an ass I could admire," I use the camera to zoom in on his buttocks, "dat ass."

I snicker as I feel eyes on me. I hide behind the corner and run down the hall. I stay still and giggle cry at the pain on my back and arms.

I catch a wiff of Ruban coming close. I rush into a bathroom door, locking it. I barely hear the footsteps cross the door.

I stole one of his shirts again to give my back some room to breathe. I unbuttoned the top of my shirt and took some hot pictures of myself.

I let my hair flow freely in long dark strands. I open the door and peek out. I don't see anyone. I smirk and go around the corner jumping when I see Ruban leaning on the wall.

"You need to learn to be more quiet when stalking."

"Say cheese mother fucker."

I take a bunch of pictures of him. He growls and stalks towards me. I take steps back.

"Give it back Verena."

"Give what back? Oh, this?" I let it hang from two fingers. "Come and get it!"

He lunges and I run down the hall laughing my head off. He runs after me yelling incoherently. I lift my arms in the air scream laughing. I rush into a set of double doors.

The room is decent sized with a large sitting area and a pool table. I stand on the opposite side of the pool table. He comes in standing on the other end.

"How did you keep up Old man?"

"Old man?!" He growls with a grin.

He moves closer and I mirros his movement in the opposite way. I glance to the door and he swings himself over the table.

He plants his hands on my hips.

"You are supposed to be healing, stop running around."

"You are supposed to meh meh meh." I mock.

He pries his phone from my hands.

"I knew there had to be a reason you gave me a hug."

"When did you figure it out?"

"When it wasn't in my pocket, and you weren't in the room."

I snicker and pat his chest. He doesn't let go.

"Where are you going?"

"Timbuktu."

"Not a good time a year for Africa."

"What!? Every time of year is a good time of year."

He rolls his eyes.

"I need to go to a meeting with the mortals. Be good." He exhales. "Please."

"You act like I am sooooo horrible."

"You are rotten."

"Thanks babe." I roll my eyes.

"So much trouble." I meet his eyes, and flinch away when I notice the slight hints of gold.

"You are going to miss your meeting."

I shove him back. He sighs and holds his head.

"Yeah. Right. Uh-" He puts his phone into his pocket. "How many pictures are there?"

"I don't want to say a lot, but it isn't infinitesimal."

He growls and stalks out, he turns to me.

"You better not start shit or you will get chained up in the basement with the actual mutts."

"Kinky." I smirk, knowing that I am getting to him.

He growls and shuffles away. The door swings behind him. I exhale, something about him makes me feel afraid and intrigued. I am a flirt, but not THAT bad.

}♧{

I lay on the master bed after eating with Buddy's family. His wife is very sweet and their children are adorable and playful. I haven't really gotten to know anyone here very much, mostly because I get glares or stares then people run away. I read the boring statistics I found in the drawers.

My phone disappeared on the night my life went to shit. There in no TV in here and the drapes are always closed here. I know I don't belong here, but I belong to him, as long as I am wounded. I get an odd feeling in my chest and gut.

I furrow my brows as Ruban throws the door open and immediately finds my eyes. He walks to the bed and I look back at the papers.

"We need to talk honey."

Honey. Honey? What the hell?

"Well 'honey' what do you mean?"

"You are demonic."

"Shit now you have to be more exact."

I chuckle and flip through papers. He grips the papers and throws them across the room. He yanks my legs towards him. I sit up facing him.

He pulls up his phone.

"In a meeting with mortals, I decide to clear out all six-hundred and thirty two pictures and fifteen videos. I stumble across some pictures of people in my pack, not a picture of the people but their asses!"

"Buddy's tush is the only one I can call out for ya-"

"I also never knew how much you liked to admire me from behind." He raises a brow.

I open my mouth and shut it.

"But of course I am not done. After I go through all of the videos of you talking shit, I find pictures of your face at unflattering angles." He smiles and looks up to the ceiling. "Then you took some more normal pictures."

"Duh, I'm not psychotic." He places his hand over my mouth. His hand is huge, I never noticed, but it covers my whole bottom face like a doctor's mask.

"I find all of those crappy pictures of me and then the pictures of you with your," he locks his jaw, "breasts. It wasn't very great to have seen that in public, when the coffee boy walked up behind me and dropped all of the coffee and stared at you."

I laugh nervously, I was hoping to catch him off guard but not like that.

"My will is growing weaker. You are making this very hard for me to give you the space you want when you act like this."

"Sorry." I mumble. He pulls me closer, lips almost touching.

"I don't believe you," he whispers breath touching my lips, "prove to me you are sorry."