His Luna

CHAPTER 3

STAUN'S POV

Standing in the corrner of the room, I sigh in relief as her eyes finally close in exhaustation. Watching her cry has been my hardest feat. And this feeling her tears bring me surprise and irritate me. Being a heartless, cold monster has been my way of life for as long as I can remember. I have slayed and watched women weep over the corpse of their late, but watching this one has struck a cord I didn't know was stringed in me.

Sleeping with her wasn't part of the plan, at least, I hadn't consented to it when it had been proposed. But seeing her long lashes bat at me in disbelief created a sort of reaction I haven't felt in a long time, and I realised that I needed that release too. As I continue to stare at her now sleeping form, I am certain that I will think about her often.

In the darkness, I can make out her pale, tired face, even tho she can't and hasn't see my face. I walk gently towards the bed and stand over her. I let my fingers brush away the strands of hair that are littered on her forehead, and trace the lines of her face down to her chin.

"You've got to go now", a familiar voice says from behind me. I turn to stare back at the pair of hazel eyes that are watching me.

"Of course, I will", I say, pulling her gown over her bare thighs. Those bare thighs I would kill to relish once more.

"I see you went further", she says. I can hear mockery dancing her voice.

"I just thought to do you a favour since you asked", I reply, clenching my jaw, clearly irritated.

"Right", she laughs, softly. "...now, get going lest you be caught again. We know you will not be spared this time"

I look over at her and see her stamping her foot on the floor, impatiently. I look back at the woman on the bed and my heart races when she tilts her head to the side. I am worried she will stirr from sleep, but my feet are cemented to the ground as I stare at the bite mark I have made on her neck. A deep jab in my flesh is enough to dissolve my cemented feet. "Move it, the rites are about to begin"

Pulling my hoodie over my head, I walk away quietly and just as I am about to slip through the door, I take a look at her, "you didn't even tell me her name"