Chapter Eleven
Later
that night, after everyone returned to the house,
About
half-way through the game, a burst of light cut through the room, and Rathael
sat on the couch behind Karine.
“Hello again, my friends.
How have you been progressing?” she asked curiously.
“You’ve
been watching us, so you should know, you idiot,” Karine answered
sourly. The game stopped upon
Rathael’s entrance, and each took a seat on the couch like the goddess
that Karine was avoiding.
“You
know I can’t watch everything down here… I could be mentally scarred for life!” Rathael exclaimed lightly. She got serious and continued, “I’ve
come to further your knowledge of the prophecy.”
“Has
it changed?” Luna asked
quickly before anyone else had a chance.
“Only
infinitesimally has it changed. Now
it speaks of an army going against evil in a final battle of sorts. The four of you and a few others are
woven through the words now.”
Rathael answered, not really telling them anything.
“Who?” Luna asked, hoping they were people she
knew.
The
goddess sighed and spoke slowly, as if trying to remember exactly who name
she’d read, “Merrick’s friend, Cavos, is one of them, and
it speaks of a pair of sorts in his case; you must sway them to your cause
sometime before time runs out.
Also, two others have been written, but I cannot speak of them; in time,
you will know of whom I speak.”
“I
hate your cryptic bull! You know,
and you can say, but you won’t!” Karine exclaimed exasperatedly. Her sister did not respond, but
disappeared in the same light as she came in on.
“Well
that was… helpful…”
Luna sarcastically stated.
“You
know it,” Karine phrased as she moved to clean up the game and pack it
back into the box, “Our game night is ruined, so why don’t we call
it a night and start training tomorrow?”
“That
sounds like a great idea, Karine; do you need help putting that game
away?” Luna asked helpfully.
“No,
you guys go on to bed, and I’ll finish up down here. Goodnight!” she called to the pair
that was already half-way up the stairs.
Once
Luna
spoke first, “Just curious, but do you sleep at night? I mean, lore says you don’t, but I
wanted to be sure.”
“Really? But you love to cook!” Luna exclaimed without thinking.
“Yes,
I do. But, again, it’s my
problem and not yours.” He stated
despondently.
“What
if I want to make it my problem?”
Luna asked, angry that he wouldn’t trust her with some of the
burden, “When do you turn?”
“On
my birthday next month; turning eighteen will be the last birthday I will ever
have.”
“So
you have to get used to biting people and not killing them, right? I can help!” Luna offered, “Bite me.”
“No
way in hell!” He growled as
he moved from the bed to stand at the window, “Just go to sleep.”
“But
I’m not tired.”
“Then
you must be stupid. Are you aware
of how much I have to struggle to keep from your blood as it is?”
“Just
once, and I promise I will never let you do it again. Come on, who better to try it out on
than a girl who loves you unconditionally?” Luna asked.
His
darker self inside told him to oblige her request because she asked for it, but
his conscience fought back with a vengeance. Generally, you didn’t bite people
you love; American society tended to frown upon that. After a few moments of pros, small list,
and cons, lots more than pros, he threw caution to the wind.
Luna
swallowed heavily at the hot look in his eyes, and she knew it was a mirror to
her own defiant eyes. Then he was
in front of her and claiming her mouth with his own. In his kiss, she felt his need to
connect to someone, and it burned deep inside of her.
So
what else could she do? She kissed
him back, long and hard, reveling in his utterly masculine taste. He drew her closer and broke away from
her mouth, only to place feather-light kisses down her cheekbone as his strong
fingers caressed her back. Then his
mouth was gone, and she felt her shirt leaving her body; a small sound of
protest slipped from her lips.
Then
he was back by her ear and whispered, “Trust me.” She nodded, that being the only response
she was capable of with him that close to her, and he moved them so he was on
top of her. He moved his head so it
rested on her chest and rubbed his cheek over the rough material of the bra she
wore to bed.
Her
stomach tightened at the unfamiliar intimate contact. Yeah, she’d gotten the sex talk
from mother-dearest and watched the video in health, but nothing prepared her
for the real thing. Luna never had
a boyfriend...
While
Luna was focused on other thoughts, and caught up in her feelings,
In
that moment, pleasure rocketed through Luna’s body and a moan escaped
from her lips. She reached for his
head and held him to her neck as the sensations grew. Finally, as if someone flipped a switch,
the pleasure heightened to a crescendo, and she began to see stars as waves
rolled through her body; she thought she may have even called out his name.
At
the same time,
The
next morning, Luna awoke from a burning sensation on her wrist. When she first woke, Luna noticed her
lack of shirt and
He
didn’t know why it was there, but he had a sinking suspicion that he
really did. He did the only thing
he could think of.
“I’ll call Luc; he’ll know what it is.”
“Eh,
Salut?” Luc answered from the
other side of the phone.
“How
can I be of service, mon ami?”
Luc asked, suddenly standing next to
“Luna,
this if Luc. Luc, this is Luna; she
is most likely my vita cruor.”
“Ah! Je me souviens… This is the lucky girl we have heard
about. Enchanter, Luna,” Luc
responded as he gave a little bow, “So what seems to be your big
issue? I highly doubt you summoned
me to merely introduce us.”
“You
would be correct,”
“Oui, Ils sont dans la purèe. Je
parle français!” Luna
exclaimed, using her high school language skills, “So cut the crap and
speak in English.”
Luc
laughed in his good-natured deep tone, “Oh, she’s a fighter, that
one. Can I see your wrist before
Luc
examined the words before turning to his friend, “Mon ami, would you mind
stepping out of the room for a few minutes? I would like to speak to her
myself.”
“What
does it mean?” Luna asked
cautiously.
Luc
looked at the floor and then back up at her, “
“Why
would you ask that?” Luna
asked suspiciously.
“Because
I know my friend, and he is too squeamish to bite humans. He was afraid of being bound. To bind, both of you must love each
other without question; that’s what happened when he took your
blood.” Luc explained.
“Why
didn’t he tell me that before?
I can’t be bound to him- eventually I’ll die, and
he’ll live forever in mourning…” Luna trailed off, “You know I
can’t stay with him now.”
“I
do know that, ma chérie, but it will break his heart and kill the last
piece of humanity he has been holding on to,” Luc intoned sadly,
“He will never be the same again.
I must go, but do you have anything you wish to request of me before I
leave?”
Luna
thought carefully, trying to find a way to have Luc do something to benefit his
friend. “Can you set Eleni
and her goons back? If he
doesn’t have to fight them he won’t have to be around me. It will be more humane.”
Luc
began to disappear into nothingness as he answered to her request, “I
will do that for both of you, and I hope you both find happiness. Au revoir, ma chérie!”
As
soon as he was gone,
“Nothing,”
Luna answered, her cheeks heating up from her lie. She knew she was blushing because she
was a terrible liar and always had been.
“Let’s do some training today, so I can hold my own against
the bad guys.”
In
the training room,
She
did as he asked; trying to ignore the fact that this may be the last time they
were this close. Within seconds
that thought was forgotten as the disk whisked them into the busy city
sidewalks of Tokyo.
“This is awesome!” Luna exclaimed in shock, “What do
we do here?” She got closer
to him as a tram pulled up to the curb they were standing at and people began
to stream out.
“We
wait because if my memory serves me right, someone should meet us here at the
tram stop,” he stated slowly as he peered around to see if he saw anyone
familiar, “You see all of these people? They’re players in this game just
like us. This is the only game that
is internet led when you pop the game in.”
As
soon as he said that, a person tapped him on the shoulder and
“Actually,
I was planning on taking Luna to one.
I learned most of how I fight by these competitions, and Luna could do
the same. Luna, this is Giovanni
Chiuso- my master and friend.
Sensei, this is my very close friend, Luna Avaya.”
“I
would be happy to lead Avaya-san to the competition area. I’ve heard that there’s a
wonderful competitor in the black-belt division, Merrick.” Giovanni stated as he led the way. Luna followed close to
The
small group stopped at the entrance to a building that looked like an old
traditional Japanese temple. The
wood and the door were made of polished wood with some being painted black and
a swirled pointy roof.
Giovanni
waited as they entered the solid doors and followed them into the enormous
building. Inside, Luna was dazzled
by the size of the inside. All
around her, mats of varied difficulty levels held student after student.
The
sound of small voices talking excitedly, the sheer numbers of people in the
room enjoying martial arts, and watching others perform their katas made Luna
feel comfortable.
“Have
you had any training, Avaya-san?
I’m sure one of the basic instructors could show you the
ropes?” The master asked as
Luna was looking around excitedly.
“Oh
yes, I’ve trained for quite some time. I’m actually a black belt if you
could believe that of me… I
used to teach too, but that was before I entered high school.” Luna answered truthfully.
The
two men stood there,
He
returned in a few minutes carrying two uniforms. One was completely black, Luna guessed
that this one was
“I
know you don’t need to be told this, but these are required to compete
and hey, they look cool when you’re a master.” Giovanni stated as
They
both changed behind separate female and male screens and met back by Giovanni,
who had moved to stand in front of a large section of whiteboards with many
different colored markers scattered around them.
He
wrote his name lightly on the board and dropped the marker into Luna’s hand. She hesitantly uncapped the marker and
scrawled her name in swirling script on the line. Luna then recapped the marker and placed
it gently onto the metal rim around the board.
The
trio watched a few matches of little kids, and when it became lunchtime, they
ate sitting next to a street vendor’s cart outside. Luna had never eaten real Japanese food,
so it was a real treat.
“Merrick, where are we really?” Luna asked as she looked around and
watched the people pass by.
“We’re
in another world that stays parallel to ours; time passes the same way and the
seasons change the same. I used to
come here to forget my troubles when I couldn’t stand to return to school
the next day.”
“That’s
really cool…” Luna said
as she took another bite; she savored the sweet flavor before she swallowed and
continued, “Where do you live, Giovanni?”
“I
chose a while back to live my eternity in this world. There is no crime, and I feel needed
here.” He answered stiffly. He seemed to be like
“I’ll
be right back; I am going to throw our trash away.”
“Why
do you and Merrick look so much alike?
His dad doesn’t even look like him.” Luna asked finally. The similarities were eerie, and she had
a feeling the answer was just as important as the question.
“You
should be proud, you caught on faster than
“Why
haven’t you told him?
He’s lived thinking he’s been all alone since
birth!” Luna exclaimed angrily,
“He deserves better from you; after all, you’re the one who left
him.”
“Leim
was my only friend, and soon after
“But
you know that never happened, right?” Luna asked, in tears.
“Of
course.” He looked to the ground
at this point in obvious shame over the lies he’d told for years
now. Then he found a new tangent to
focus on, “You would cry over my son’s past; why?”
Then
it was Luna’s turn to look at the ground masking her own shame. “I love him a lot, yes, but I’m
not good for him. Can you help me
get separated from him today?”
“I
cannot do anything to push him farther away, but I will think on
it.” Giovanni answered, stiff
again, as
“What
are you up in arms about, mea carus?
Has he offended you?”
“No…
no… It’s fine. We were just talking,” Luna
answered, biting back the real truth behind her tears, “We should go back
to the ring; I’m sure they’re starting soon.”
“This
is where we wait?” Luna asked
while
“We
shouldn’t have long to wait now,”
The
gong signaled the first matches, the one that
After
a long wait, Luna began to get anxious.
She
stood on her toes to try and find
He
was the very last person through the door, and he seemed fine on the
outside. He sported no visible
injuries, but seemed a bit tired.
He noticed her appraising look, “The brute was eight feet tall and
three hundred pounds. He got a few
hits, but I can heal them; that’s why I’m tired.”
Relieved
once again, obviously the feeling of the day, Luna thought back to her decision
and spoke, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake, “Merrick,
Giovanni… Well, he
is…” She tried, but she
just couldn’t do it.
“Don’t
worry, mea carus, I know he’s my father.”
“He didn’t want you to know
because he wanted your life to be better without him!” Luna exclaimed breathlessly. Then it hit her: Isn’t that
exactly what I’m doing now?
Guilt consumed her, so she had to amend her sentence, “He’s
a vampire, like you. He wanted you
to live a normal life, but he didn’t know until it was too late.”
Now
that shocked him.
Merrick
didn’t speak again, and when the gong rang, ages later, Luna left him to
sulk in the room alone as she went to face her opponent…
…an
opponent who never really faced her.
The first bell rang, the two girls bowed, and then dropped into
stances. That was obviously enough
to win because the girl stood back up, bowed once again, and walked off into
the waiting crowd.
“I
don’t believe it! You got the
easy match.”
The
girl turned around to face the opposite direction muttering something odd about
him being a freak and the world being doomed from his stupidity. Luna laughed as she changed into her
normal clothing and pushed the uniforms into a bag from a locker around
her. Merrick, who had already done
the same, followed her outside into the sunlight where they met Giovanni again.
Knowing
that it would soon be time to head home,
The
group finally settled down at a picnic table, in between the dojo and the
portal home. They sat around the
square table and passed the paper bag of food around, each taking a small
steaming ball of rice while a contained silence took over.
After
a while of staring at his food,
“Say
what?” Luna and Giovanni
asked in unison. Luna had an idea
of what he might be asking, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
Besides, if she was right, she would be the one in the hot seat for spilling a
secret.
“Giovanni,
I know you’ve been hiding our relation. Is it because you are ashamed of
me?”
There
was a short pause and a heavy sigh before Giovanni spoke up, “You have to
understand
This
wasn’t Luna conversation, or her business. At least, not anymore. This was the moment she needed;
she’d get away from
Luna
watched the noisy, excited crowd mingle and separate between each port of the
nearby portal house. Some were
families visiting others in this world and some were sightseers who would have
already paid to see all of what
Suddenly,
someone ran her down from behind and landed on top of her. “I’m so sorry, miss?”
“Avaya-
Luna Avaya. I’m alright,
thanks.” Luna stated as a
tall boy with dark spiked hair and deep chocolate eyes pulled her to her feet.
“Terry
Richards, pleased to meet you; or should I say
‘hajimemashite’? Are
you from around here?” He
asked as he brushed the wrinkles from his clothing. He was wearing a pair of cargo jeans and
a neutral layered top with a kanji word on it in dark print. His sense of humor was light and easy to
understand without being over-the-top.
“Not
really, this is my first time here.
My friend was showing me some of the ways that he trained when he was
younger, and we ended up here.”
“So
where is your friend? A pretty girl
like you could get lost in a town like this without her man. If he’s been here before I’m
surprised that he’d let you out of his sight.” Terry stated after they moved to sit on
a bench.
Sitting
down next to Terry, Luna almost laughed at his statement, “You
think-? There’s nothing going
on between Merrick and me anymore, I promise. He’s just a friend and strictly
nothing more. It’s for the
best, really.”
“I
can’t imagine why; how about we go and get a chai latte at the corner
café? It’s the least I
can do for running you down.”
Terry reasoned as he stood and reached for Luna’s hand.
“I’d
be honored; a nice latte would do me good.
Lead the way Mr. Richards!”
Luna answered blushing. Luna
took his hand and got up to follow him outside to the street where he led the
way to the café on the corner.
New life, here I come…
Following
the stereotype of the typical coffee shop, the café had a short line of
booth seating leaving the rest of the space to be occupied by circular
Plexiglas tables with ornate metal chairs.
Small pictures depicting famous Japanese celebrities drinking various
coffee drinks and young kittens rubbing their heads against their mother hung
on each wall in random patterns.
Terry
led the way to a table in the back corner by the window. A short while later, Terry ordered their
lattes, and they sat steaming on the table while they talked and enjoyed each
other’s company.
“So,
do you speak native Japanese?”
Luna asked, wondering how he was so great at speaking for himself in
this world, “I can hear an accent in your English.”
“Not
so much, I actually discovered this place by a letter from the makers asking if
I would try their dimension out before they released the portal to the public. I lived in
For
the next few hours, Luna and Terry talked about random memories from their
childhoods and about their unloving family members. At the same time,
“Where
the hell is she? She couldn’t
have gone far…”
“Go
on home, my son. I do not want to
break your heart, but this is the position I am in. Go home, and read the note on your
dresser.” Giovanni dipped his
head down to conceal his sorrow at the loss that radiated from the younger boy.
“I’ve
had a bad feeling all day.”
* * * * *
“It is very late now, Luna. Do you need to return home?” Terry asked after he realized the sky
outside was black.
“I
don’t… I don’t
have a home anymore. I am not
welcome where I was before, so I may just sleep on a bench tonight and look for
a job tomorrow.
“A bench? Haven’t you heard what the bad
guys do to pretty woman who sleep on benches?” Terry joked in return. Then he had an idea, “Why
don’t you sleep at my house tonight and head out tomorrow? I have a nice couch with fuzzy pillows. What do you say?”
“I
don’t want to impose…”
“No,
you won’t be. I have this
huge house, and I’m the only one that lives in it; you won’t be any
trouble at all.” He responded
with a smile, “Shall I lead the way?”
Taking
his hand for the second time that night, Luna answered, “Yes, lead
on.” She didn’t know
why he was being so accommodating, but living anywhere else was better than
living with someone she could only hurt more.
Terry
wasn’t kidding when he told Luna that he had a big house. Even though it was built in an oddly
Japanese neighborhood, his house was a tall English-styled mansion in the
center of the circle.
The
tall boy led Luna through a thick redwood door and down an ornate hallway with
a high ceiling. At the end of the
hallway was a large living room attached to a larger kitchen with another
high-domed ceiling.
“This
is the living room, as you can see the couch is in the back along the
wall. I’m going to head to my
room, but feel free to eat anything in the kitchen; the bathroom is just down
the hall to your immediate left. If
you go the wrong way, you hit a closet door, so I wouldn’t advise you to try
that. Do you need anything
else? I’ve never had a guest
before, so I can’t even begin to know what to provide.” Terry asked as he pointed out the major
features of his home.
“No,
I’ll be just fine. Thank you
for letting me stay here,” Luna answered. She was still in awe of the house, and
speechless was a poor word for what she felt.
“You’re
welcome; have a good night Luna.”
He walked over to the stairs in the corner of the kitchen and started to
head up them two at a time.
Luna
watched until she couldn’t see him anymore before heading over to the
green fuzzy couch. Fixing the
pillows to sit under her head, Luna lay on the couch and stared up at the
ceiling until the dim light faded in the darkness of sleep.
* * * * *
Terry stopped
after he knew that Luna couldn’t see him and waited until he heard
absolute silence before heading back down the stairs. He saw Luna in a troubled sleep on the
couch. He called on his limited
magical strength and felt a force attacking her subconscious mind. She was a guest in his home, and he damn
well knew that no one was going to attack his guest and get away with it.
Quietly
slipping down the hall, he stopped in front of a locked door and pulled a small
key attached to a light silver chain from around his neck, unlocked the door,
and slid into the darkness, shutting the door behind him.
Flipping
on the bare bulb in the middle of the room, Terry noted, as usual, that this
room was the only one that didn’t measure up to the rest of the pristine
house.
But, he thought,
it didn’t really have to; this
room was the home of his elite and very secret collections, if anyone ever saw
this place, things could get really dangerous fast. Not to mention that some of the things
that he had collected over the years weren’t acquired from entirely legal
methods. The things stored in here
didn’t need to be in the hands of idiots.
After
making sure that everything was in its proper place, he walked silently over to
the only unprotected set of shelves in the room. These shelves generally held less
valuable and safer artifacts that he felt didn’t need to be locked
away. The other cases in the room
were spelled with ancient dark magic to keep the evil and destructive power of
their contents from destroying all civilization.
Thankfully,
no one but him had access.
He
grabbed a woven leather cord attached to stone with an intricate pattern and
pocketed it before heading back up the stairs, shutting off the light, and
relocking the door. He hid the key
back around his neck once more, and stuffed it under his shirt.
Stalking
back down the hall, Terry leapt deftly on top of the thick table in the kitchen
across from the living room that Luna was asleep in. For a long time he sat there, quietly
meditating and calculating the risks of having another girlfriend.
A
long time ago he’d had a girlfriend, but things didn’t quite work
out. Actually, she disappeared
after falling into a black hole created by too much excess dark energy. Not his power, but some stupid human
sorcerer who thought he was the greatest chilupa in the bag.
He
actually looked a lot like the girl asleep in front of him, but there was
probably no connection. Terry
wanted to ask, but better reasoning kept him silent. Where ever she came from, she was
beautiful and intelligent; a far cry from the local whores who followed him
everywhere and hoped to win him over.
So
there he stayed, watching Luna and meditating, though his trance was broken as
her dreams became more and more intense.
He felt what she felt, and he didn’t like it, so the boy on the
table concentrated harder at sending his strength into her to help her fight
whatever she was up against.
After
a while, the struggle seemed to end and Terry leaned back on the table, his
head hanging over the edge leaving him staring at the wall behind him,
exhausted. Never had he used so
much energy to defeat a fictional situation.
“Terry? What are you doing?”
Luna’s voice rang through the silent room, making Terry sit up and
stare intently at her. She
stretched briefly after this statement.
“Just
sitting here; however, I believe it is you who must explain. Why are you so tormented in your
sleep?” He asked curious, his
energy reserves starting to build up once again. The more he acted like a normal person,
the more his strength built, and the opposite to use it all up.
“What
do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion, “Do you
mean the dream I just had? You saw
it?” Her eyes widened while
Terry shifted through various responses that would steer the conversation away
from him. He failed and ended up
staying quiet.
“What
are you Terry?” she asked quietly.
All afternoon she had reveled in the normal, human outing, but now she
didn’t feel quite so confident in her first assumption. Were all men on Earth inhuman? “Lay it on me. My ex-boyfriend is a vampire, so it
can’t get much worse.”
“Are
you serious?” He asked
curiously, “I’ve never met a vampire before… Wait, I could have sworn you were a
human.” He unfolded his legs,
feeling the familiar burn from sitting still too long; his body needed the
constant motion.
“Yup,
one hundred percent human… sorceress,” she answered sarcastically,
“but that doesn’t tell me squat. What kind of night predator are you,
because the normal human boys don’t save me from evil vampire females
bent on taking over the world.”
“Fine,
I’ll admit it, but you can’t tell a soul. What you felt, and what saved you, was a
lesser form of demon magic.
It’s both a blessing and a curse…”
“You’re
a demon?” Luna asked, piecing
together the logic. Of course, she
remembered many lectures from her father about the dangers of hanging with his
kind, “But not by that name.
I just don’t remember the proper name.”
His
eyes flashed to a golden color, and he uttered a rich guttural sound that could
only be in another language.
“But demon is an applicable substitute,” he added afterwards
as he moved to the edge of the couch to sit next to his guest, “I guess
this will change everything between us?”
“Why
would you say that?”
He
tilted his head curiously, and murmured, “Because most relationships do
not include a demon and a human sorceress with binding marks on her
wrist.”
“They
mean nothing,” she stated warily as she pulled her sleeve down past the
faint signs that had moved up past her elbow. Now she could clearly read
She
shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts and focused on the man in front
of her. She smelled fear and
something else; Terry smelled like the first spring rain after winter. Cool and refreshing.
Without
thinking, she buried her face against his neck, feeling his warmth. It wasn’t like
Likewise,
Terry’s thoughts were focused solely on Luna. How small she was for the fighting
spirit she housed inside.
She’d taken everything about him in stride with fiery
ambition. Luna moved to touch him,
and his body jerked in response as her scent enveloped him.
It
was more than his control could bear.
Growling, he shoved on top of her and claimed her mouth. Needless to say, she tasted even better
than she smelled, and that fact on turned him on even more. His groin burned in anticipation.
Somehow,
his hands ended up under her shirt the very second before it vanished over her
head; the bra following soon after.
Terry stared down at Luna with a reverent look in his eyes before coming
down on her.
Luna
moaned at the feeling of his rough cheek against her breasts, and arched into
him when he began to finger and lick the hardened nubs. It was an incredibly erotic movement,
and it was all she could do not to cry out when he slid a hand down the front
of her jeans to touch her intimately.
“You
have… too many clothes on, Terry.” She whispered through her
pleasure. Luna then squeaked in
protest as he moved away from her, but in seconds he wished his clothing gone
and returned to her. Naked, he was
an even better work of art than he was when dressed.
Without
clothing, Terry’s muscles defined and sculpted a body gifted by the
heavens. Her abdomen clenched at
the sight of him, bulky and hard, expectant of what was to come. The moment stole her breath as they
bared everything to each other.
He
returned to her and started to strip her jeans away; the little scrap of cotton
lost the battle as well. Now it was
his turn to observe her with no barrier between them. She was beautiful, from the flush on her
face to the muscles sliding just beneath her skin. If it was possible, he was even harder
now than before.
He
dropped to his knees and used two fingers to spread apart her fold before
taking her into his mouth. Luna
hissed at the sensation of her tongue drawing patterns across her swollen clit
and arched her hips, matching his ragged thrusts. He wedged his tongue deeper to taste her
sweet nectar, causing Luna to come violently, grabbing hold of the couch behind
her. She breathed his name in
ecstasy.
It
was then, as she writhed from his touch that he straightened and pushed inside
of her. A brief shot of pain jolted
Luna from her previous pleasure, but the feeling of him moving inside of her
drove every thought and concern from her mind. The rhythm settled into a fierce grind
as they lost themselves to the passion.
When
her second orgasm broke, Terry stroked twice more and joined her in bliss. Moments later, as they lay sweaty and
spent, Luna realized that she no longer was a virgin, and that she’d just
had sex with a man she’d only known for a few hours. The part of her that still yearned for
However,
deep in her mind, Luna knew that she could never stay with Terry forever, so it
wouldn’t hurt him when she died.
She couldn’t say the same of
“I
don’t believe what came over me…” Terry pondered anxiously. Sarcasm colored his next statement,
“I apologize for losing so much control- I promise you, I don’t
usually do everyone who sits on my couch.” He flashed them to his unused bedroom, a
place he usually skipped to sleep on the roof.
“Do
you regret it?” Luna asked
hurt at the possibility that she’d repulsed him.
Terry
was actually shocked she could come to that conclusion, “Of course not-
it was incredible. You’re
incredible.”
“Then
you have nothing to apologize for.”
Terry
pulled her closer to him in a tight embrace, easily portraying his happiness at
her acceptance of him. She should
hate him right now, but she didn’t.
Likewise, he should hate himself, but he was having a hard time managing
that too.
He
manifested the amulet from his pocket into his hand and strung it around her
neck. “Before I forget again,
this will protect you from your nightmares. No one will touch you under my
protection.”
Fighting
a blanket of déjà vu from overtaking her, Luna fingered the small
stone and thanked him. “You’re
so sweet, Terry… How do you
live here alone?”
“It
just gets a little lonely, that’s all,” he stated, brushing off her
question. Luna watched his eyes
cloud as if he was remembering something painful and knew he was lying. He hesitated, and then spoke again,
quieter, “But if you stayed here, with me, I’d feel better.”
With
nowhere else to go, Luna thought logically about staying. Terry was a really great guy who made
her feel more than human. Literally.
Her choice was obvious, and it surprised no one when she accepted.