Hell's Consort

The silhouettes in the trees disappeared.

Someone lifted her and carried her to god-knew-where.

One minute later, Luna saw sun rays blinding her drooping eye. The next moment, moonlight shone on her, almost dead from.

Luna didn't know how many hours Luna drifted in and out of consciousness.

Everything hurts.

She hadn't counted how many days and nights she had managed to stay alive like this.

One minute she shivered from the cold, counting her loud, shallow breaths, then she was sweating profusely.

Why couldn't she die peacefully?

Why did she have to endure until her last breath was gone?

Dying people claimed to see the light at the end of the tunnel as their life flashed before their eyes, but there was nothing but white for Luna.

White walls.

White room.

No windows.

Luna spotted a dark angel in the blink of an eye, or it could have been a demon, standing beside her by the bed, looking down at her. Watching her. Waiting for her to die.

His intense, scorching gaze burned into her.

Luna felt a strange sort of comfort in his presence, knowing that she wouldn't be alone.

With the little strength she quietly possessed, she moved a hand and clutched at the stranger's pale fingers.

"Angel." Luna croaked, and her fingers gripped his hand even tighter.

Her lungs squeezed painfully every time she opened her mouth to talk.

She told him with wild, feverish eyes. "I need help."

When Luna heard no response, Luna tried again. "Demon."

Still nothing.

Luna closed her eyes, and a picture of him formed in her mind.

He was a boy, almost a man but not yet there.

He was too beautiful to be a boy if that made any sense.

He had silver-blonde wisps on his head she wanted to smooth over.

He was too tall to be a twelve-year-old, and his long eyelashes curled so much they almost reached his eyelids.

He wore black from head to toe, a startling contrast to the white surroundings.

Luna inhaled.

The scent of pine cones, sandalwood, and the salty, tangy, metallic smell of blood had wafted from--

Holy goddess.

Did Luna mention blood?

She opened her eyes and met the kid's droopy grey eyes. It was as if it had been days since he last slept, but there was a predatory glint in those eyes of his--dangerous and wild.

Now that she thought about it, Luna noticed that he wore trousers with a belt and a simple collared shirt with a little ribbon on his neck.

His skin was pale, his cherub lips were blood-red, and his chubby cheeks were flushed.

He didn't appear to be dead.

She noticed his tiny little fangs when he smiled at her horrified expression as she realized what he truly was.

This kid was a vampire.

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Edited by RedPandaChick