The Luna's Justice

Chapter One : The Longest Night

***Trigger Warning***

****Children- You can skip down to the Unknown POV or the next chapter****

*** Lisa's POV ***

I shot up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. Something in the universe seemed to snap me awake. I reached out to Peter, but I couldn't find him. I called for Ella quietly. No response. This wasn't normal for my dogs. They were always with me at night. I got a cold chill down my back and a deep-seated sick feeling in my stomach. It wasn't cold. I was wearing my usual loose night dress with my fan on. I slid out of bed quietly and walked past my kid's room, still asleep. No sign of the dogs.

"What the f**k?? Ella! Peter!! Where are you!?" I whispered into the dark.

My body started to shake. Something wasn't right. The nagging feeling I had all evening had intensified to what seemed like war drums slamming into my ears. Something inside of me was screaming, "DANGER!". I carefully walked into the living room area, which doubled as a dining area with the kitchen to my left. I reached to turn the light on. Nothing happened. I flicked it a couple of times.

Nothing.

Panic started to fill me as I realized none of my emergency night lights had kicked on. I don't like the dark. Terrible things happened in the dark, and I made it a goal to always have a dim light on somewhere at all times. I looked towards the stove and microwave. No digital numbers looked back at me. A power outage?! There was no storm, and the emergency night lights should have kicked on. I could hear my breathing getting louder into the dead silence surrounding me. My body started trembling from the sudden rush of adrenaline. I hate this feeling.

"Ella!! Peter!!!" I whispered louder.

I suddenly felt a cool breeze hit me, followed by the smell of the woods. I stepped towards the front door. It was wide open. The building adrenaline hit me harder in the chest. I locked the door and triple-checked it like I do every night. s**t!! What if the dog's got out!? The better question is, how the f**k did my front door get open?! I tried to shut the door, but it wouldn't close. Someone messed with the locks!! I could feel the adrenaline getting to a peak. How did none of this wake me up?!? Why hadn't the dogs made a sound? None of this made sense.

“f**k!” I thought to myself.

Then a familiar smell hit me. HIS smell and the scent of blood.

"NO!" My inner voice was screaming.

I turned around to a sudden clicking sound which filled the dead silence. A light shone on that face. HIS face!! Those black eyes stared at me with a sick satisfaction, a shotgun in his hand covered in blood. I couldn't scream. I would wake the kids up. I bit my tongue. I swallowed hard and felt my hands start to sweat. He smiled at me as those sick yellow teeth glowed back at me. This man never practiced basic hygiene. Smoking two packs a day didn't help.

"I may be wrong, but I believe you are looking for these" grinning, he turned up what looked like a camp lantern.

He sat there grinning at me. I couldn't look down. I knew if I looked down, my soul would shatter. I held back the tears starting to build. I was stuck in fright mode. I couldn't quiet my thoughts to figure out a plan. He had disappeared for so long and suddenly appeared at my house. He stopped smiling and growled under his breath.

"I said, were you looking for these, b***h!? You could never follow simple instructions, could you?! And you wonder why I called you f*****g stupid all the time," he snarled, spitting on the floor before standing up.

I stepped back, shaking, trying to hold back my fear.

"f**k you..." I quietly choked out.

The tears were getting harder to hold in. I couldn't contain my shaking at this point. He took a step towards me, the gun in his right hand.

"Are you scared? You should be. Because this ends tonight. Now, look at the floor w***e!" He hissed, pointing to the floor.

I slowly opened my eyes, begging God that this wasn't real. What I saw made me instantly vomit. I couldn't hold it back. My sweet, tiny, white boy was soaked in crimson. His little eyes were empty and dark. Tears started to burn on my face. I couldn't scream. The kids would wake up. f**k! My kids! Why couldn't I move?! What would I do if I could move!? I looked next to Peter. I vomited a second time. I saw Ella's large body lying next to Peter on the floor. Lifeless, her beautiful coat of fluffy fur matted down in blood.

Everything in me wanted to throw myself down on my dogs and hold them, hoping there was a chance they were still alive. But deep down, I knew there was no chance. Ella's tongue hung out of her mouth. Her eyes are wide open. Empty. Lifeless. My nose was burning from the vomit. My brain was screaming. I backed up to the kitchen counter. I tried frantically *to reach for a knife, but honestly, what would a knife do against a gun?

***Terrys POV***

"You won't find a knife. I made sure to grab everything. Besides, what do you think I used to slice dog's throats?" I asked, smiling, soaking in the terrified look on her small, elegant face.

Watching her terrified of me aroused me. It was like a game. Her brown hair hung around her fragile shoulders. Her arms were covered in goosebumps. Her n*****s were erect, which were very visible with her nightdress on. I watched her chest rise and fall as her tiny frame shook. I remember when I first met her. She was forty pounds heavier and happier. I gained her trust, faith, and confidence. From there, I could suck the life out of her and mold her into my submissive. She had a lot of spirit in her and always fought back. Eventually, she caved in. She was all mine. Gaslighting her was no easy task towards the end. It worked in the beginning, but over time she got smarter.

I stepped closer and saw the look on her face. She had nowhere to go. I had her backed up against the counter. Just like all those other times. I would get her alone, cornered, and force myself upon her. The more she fought and cried, the harder my d**k would get. All I had to do was grab her by the wrists and twist them, holding them behind her back as she would sob on the mattress, muttering how I was hurting her. This just fed my ego. I made every thrust harder. It would be over as quickly as I started, but the rush I got from it gave me a high.

I stepped directly in front of her and leaned down. I could smell her freshly washed hair, the scent of apples, and honeysuckle. I leaned in closer, taking in a deep, loud breath on purpose. This made me rock hard. But I wasn't here for that tonight. I was here to end this cunt who ruined my life and revealed to people who I was. A facade I had worked so hard my whole life to build up to get what I wanted. The rush of feeling high from my victims. They didn't last long, though. I took my left hand and brushed her hair to the side to expose her neck. So beautiful and long.

"You know it's a shame that this will have to end this way. You have been my most beautiful victim yet and the longest. The most stubborn too!" I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled on it hard, bringing her to her knees.

I was expecting a scream. My rock-hard erection was begging for it, honestly. Sadly, I was let down. She managed to hold it in. She was biting her lip so hard I could see blood. I yanked again, bringing her face inches to the floor. Tears now flooding out of those beautiful hazel eyes, her freckles drowning in tears. Dried vomit around her mouth.

"You are disgusting! A worthless w***e! I know you're not an actual w***e, but I know that word will cut deep into you. Just like that time, you slit your wrists to try and get away from me," I chuckled at the anger that flashed on her face.

If looks could kill, I would have been dead a thousand times. But I'm the one here to do the killing tonight. My monster wanted his rush, his high.

"The only worthless thing in this room is that your mother didn't swallow you!" she spat out at me.

Knowing I hated my mother, I struck her across the face. She didn't budge or bat an eyelash. I was somewhat impressed with her sudden newfound strength.

"Stings, doesn't it? You can dish it out, but you can't take it," She smiled, and I could see a cut on her cheekbone from where I struck her.

"Not as much as I'm going to hurt you tonight. I bet you're wondering how I got in here and why you didn't hear the dog’s bark?" I asked her with a smirk before grabbing her by the jaw.

I licked her face, making my pants grow tighter. She shuddered at my touch as I chuckled. She tried to bite me, and I squeezed her jaw tighter.

"I left some treats outside to help sedate your dogs while I sat in the woods waiting for nightfall. It was a long-acting drug, so it took a bit to kick in. But they were out after you passed out. Then I cut off your power supply. It was easy to break open the lock with my crowbar. Your sound machines covered any sounds I made. Then I grabbed all your kitchen knives and used your favorite knife to slit your dog's throats open down to their guts," I announced with a smile.

She looked repulsed by the little stunt I managed to pull off. With my other hand that had my gun in it, I used it to slip the barrel under her nightdress strap and slowly lowered it over her shoulder. I saw the panic on her face. My d**k twitched with excitement.

"Nuh-uh... you don't want to do that. I have a gun; I am in charge. Do you get that b***h?! I am in f*****g charge!!" I hissed into her ear.

Her sweet smell engulfed my senses. She grabbed the carpet and looked down at the floor.

"Stand up and take it off. Let me look at my wife," I spat out.

I stood up, pulling her by her hair. I pushed her forward to get a good look at her body before I finished this night with a bang.

"Turn around and look at me, my dear," I said in a singsong voice.

She turned around and looked at me. Rage-filled eyes looked back at me. I smirked.

"Ex-wife! Biggest mistake of my life, ex-wife!" she spat at me with venom.

"Yea, yea, details, details. But I'm in charge, remember? Not you. Now take off that night dress," I demanded, c*****g my head to the side and tapping the shotgun on my leg.

She looked at me dead in the eye, hate pouring from her. She slipped off her nightdress, letting it fall into a pool around her feet. I groaned and grabbed the barrel hard. Her body was covered in goosebumps and sweat. Her rose-pink n*****s were erect in the frigid air. Looking her up and down, I noticed how much weight she had lost. She still looked fuckable. My beautiful disaster, her flawless skin covered in freckles and shaved clean of any body hair. I hated how weak she made me feel and how hard she made my d**k. I walked towards her.

"Put this in your mouth," I demanded as I tilted the tip of the shotgun to her face.

***Lisa’s POV***

I can't believe I am standing here naked with this monster in front of me. If he plans to rape me, I need to stay quiet. My kids don't need to hear that. I see him step closer to me with the shotgun. He pointed it toward me.

"Put this in your mouth," he demanded as he tilted the tip to my face. "You are in no place to say no. Do it."

Shaking, I opened my mouth. He slid the cold barrel of the shotgun into my mouth, and his face lit up with excitement. I could see how hard he was through his pants. Panic started to fill me. He pushed the barrel in so far that I slightly gagged it. He held in a laugh.

"This is how it will go; you will get on your knees and call the children to you. Then you are going to tie their hands and feet together. Or I make you take this gun, tie your hands to it, and have you blow out their brains than mine. Then you're left to kill yourself. You and I both know you can't live without the kids. Pick, or I will pick for you. Isn't this fun?!" he said excitedly, clapping quietly like a child on Christmas morning.

Tossing me the ropes he had hidden in the back of his pants. He stepped back into the kitchen and out of view. My eyes darted to the bedroom and back to him. I hope to God they do not see the dog's dead bodies. There was no way out of this. Everything I had been working so hard for is now crumbling at my feet. I dug my fingers into the carpet.

"What's it going to be, Lisa?!... time is ticking," Terry said, tapping his wristwatch.

Dear God in Heaven and Jesus in my heart, please forgive me for what I am about to do. I let out a silent sob as I grabbed my face, digging my nails into my face.

"Rosemary, Alexander, get up, please. Wake up! I need help. I got sick and fell. Please keep your eyes on the floor at all times, so you don't step in anything," I called out to them.

I hated myself. I wanted to f*****g grab the gun and blow his brains out. He was thoroughly enjoying this so much. These were his f*****g kids too. But he never cared before. Why start now?

"Mom, are you OK?! You don't sound good," muttered Rosemary.

"Alexander, wake up Mom needs us. I think she threw up too much and probably needs help getting up again."

I could hear her gathering Alexander.

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, f**k! I vomited again.

"I heard her puke, Rosemary!" Alexander's sleepy voice echoed.

I was shaking and sweating. I even urinated and defecated myself. Fear was coursing through my veins like a violent ocean current.

"Remember, keep your eyes on the floor at all times, so you don't slip... p-p-p-please," I coughed out the postnasal drip and vomit.

I heard them agree together. Holding hands and feeling their way toward me in the barely lit room.

"What happened to the light, mom?" Alexander asked.

He hates the dark too.

"There must have been a storm, and it must have hit a power line. Keep watching the floor and sit next to me," I said, patting the floor on both sides.

Holding back tears was next to impossible at this point. I was screaming and clawing deep inside my mind, body, and soul.

"Mom, why are you naked?! You're covered in vomit and..." Rosemary straightened up, anger filling her eyes. She knew something was wrong.

"I just threw up so many times and made a mess, and I can't get back up. I don’t know what I was doing. I'm sorry. Please sit next to me?" I asked, shaking.

I felt the ropes in my hands and squeezed my tiny fists around them. I looked at my kids.

"What happened to your eye? If someone hurt my mom, I am going to kill them!" Alexander shouted.

Rosemary started to get an idea of our surroundings. She grabbed ahold of me.

"IT'S HIM!" Rosemary dropped to her knees and clung to me.

Alexander uttered a horrifying scream, wrapping his arms around my neck and trying to sit on my lap. I felt Alexander lose control of his bladder all over my lap. All three of us were a mess. I whispered to them as quietly as possible.

"I just want you to know that what I am about to do will destroy my soul. I have to do what he tells me, and I am so, so, so f*****g sorry. I don't know what else to do," I said as I began to sob hysterically, clinging to them.

"I am so sorry I am never able to protect you. I'm sorry I'm so weak. I love you so f*****g much, the both of you!"

I kissed them both as they sobbed into my breast. My hair was soaked in our tears.

"Look at your mother, the w***e. f**k that f*****g b***h straight to hell! Yes, I f*****g said it. None of this would happen if it weren't for your stupid f*****g pathetic excuse of a mother. Now she's going to play a game with you, and we will all lose!" Terry shouted, stepping closer.

I straightened myself up.

"Tie them up now," he yelled at me.

Spit flew from his mouth and landed on my face. The kids were trying not to cry. They wanted to be big and strong, not to give Terry the satisfaction or make me hate myself even more. I tied their hands together in front of them. Terry came over with the gun and grabbed Alexander by the throat. He screamed at Terry. Terry picked Alexander off the ground. Alexander kicked his legs violently, trying to hit his piece of s**t father.

"You thought you were scared before? Welcome to my hell, you little disrespectful brats," Terry laughed.

With that shrill comment, he slammed Alex to the floor. You could hear something crack, causing Alexander to scream out in pain.

"You can thank your mother for anything that happens from here on out. Ms. Rosemary, come here, my baby girl," Terry smiled, beckoning her to come to him.

She didn't want to but knew it would get worse if she didn't.

"Its too bad things went the way they did. You and your mom could have made a perfect pair of slaves for me. You are growing into such a beautiful young woman," he whispered, stroking her cheek.

Rosemary pulled away and spit on him, resulting in a hard slap to my angel's face. Terry grabbed Rosemary by the throat, choking her. I screamed at him to stop. I peeled my naked body off the floor, kicking Terry in the ribs as hard as I could barefoot. He growled at me, swinging the shotgun at my leg so hard I heard something crack. Searing pain filled my vision. My leg felt like it was on fire. My kids scrambled back to me.

"PATHETIC WASTES OF SPACE! WE ALL GO DOWN TONIGHT! IT IS ALL YOUR MOTHER'S FAULT! IF SHE HAD JUST OBEYED ME AND LISTENED TO ME, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAPPEN! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! YOU GUYS MAKE ME SO ANGRY!"

Terry was screaming so hard his face was the color of the devil and his eyes deep tar pits, his body shaking violently. You could feel the heat coming from his body.

"WE HATE THE WAY YOU TALK TO US! WE HATE THE WAY YOU TREATED OUR MOM! WE HATE HOW YOU ARE ALWAYS ANGRY AND CAN NEVER GET ANY HELP TO BETTER YOURSELF! IT'S ALWAYS ALL ABOUT TERRY THIS, OH POOR TERRY THAT... BOO-HOO! I HATE YOU! YOU NEED TO GROW UP! I WISH YOU WOULD DIE AND WE`D ALL BE SAFE!" screamed Rosemary from the deepest part of her soul.

She was shaking, and bruises on her face and neck were slowly coming to the surface. Her hair looked like a ball of static, messy, and stuck to her face. Terry turned his back on us for what seemed like forever. Dead silence. Then suddenly, he quietly asked

"Is that how you feel about me? Daughter of mine?!"

Rosemary looked at me and said quietly,

"None of this is your fault, mom. I love you and don't blame you. There is an angel with Alexander and me tonight. They said we would see you again soon."

They tried to reach their little bound-up hands towards me when Terry roared

"I f*****g ASKED, IS THAT HOW YOU f*****g FEEL ABOUT ME?!"

"Every day! I love you, mom,"

She closed her eyes and smiled.

"NO!!" I screamed so hard I threw up blood.

The sound of the shotgun exploded into the atmosphere, and my little Rosemary was no more. Her body fell to the floor. Her one remaining eye looked back through a mess of bloody curls.

"YOU MONSTER! MY SISTER! I'LL SLICE YOUR THROAT OPEN! I LOVE MY MOM AND MY SISTER, BUT YOU! I HATE YOU! I LOATH YOU! YOU ARE A BAD, BAD, MAN!" screamed Alexander.

He was smashing his bound hands onto Terry's legs. Terry kicked him so hard that he landed next to his sister. Seeing his sister like that made Alexander wail out in agony, a pain only heartbreak knows. I watched as Terry pointed the gun at Alexander's head, who looked Terry dead in the eye and said firmly

"Do it..."

BANG!!!!!

My soul turned inside out a thousand times. My babies were completely disfigured and unrecognizable.

Suddenly, I was struck with the butt of the shotgun.

"Shut your f*****g mouth," Terry shouted in an otherworldly voice.

I kept trying to reach my kids. He took the butt of the gun and slammed it down on my right hand, causing something to break. With his boot, he stomped down on my left hand, breaking that as well. But none of this pain registered physically. He broke the one thing you can't repair...a mother's heart. The more I tried to reach my babies to hold them before I died. This pissed Terry off. Terry gave me two hard kicks to my left rib cage. All I could hear was a large crunching sound and the screams of pain followed by blood pooling out of my mouth. None of this stopped me from trying to reach out to touch my kids one last time. He stomped down on my leg, breaking it. Grabbing a fistful of hair from the back of my head, he flipped me over.

"f**k you. I hope I see you in hell, you disgusting, narcissistic, abusive piece of s**t!" I hissed before spitting blood into his face.

He did not like that, and I didn't care. He aimed the rifle at my head. I welcome death. I heard the bang, but it was like hearing it in the distance. My head felt like a bucket of ice was being dumped on top of it. Everything was spinning, ringing. I was feeling weaker and weaker. My vision faded in and out. I watched Terry put the loaded barrel into his mouth and pull the trigger. His head exploded like a watermelon. Chunks flew everywhere. I threw up and started to choke. I managed to roll over. My body was screaming in pain, but all I wanted was to die, holding them in my arms.

Dragging my body to them, I managed to reach their tiny hands before everything went black on me. It was cold here in this black space. If this was heaven, it sucked.

*****

***Strangers POV***

"I'm too f*****g late! f**k!"

"Sir, this one is still alive. Barely... I'd say by a thread," whispered my coworker.

I walked overseeing the woman's naked body, bloody and beaten. I could barely make out her face, she was so savagely beaten. I took off my coat to cover her up with it. I knew it was Lisa.

"Grab the kids, leave their teeth," I instructed as I reached into Lisa's mouth and pulled out a wisdom tooth before tossing them on the floor.

"Boss? Are we doing what I think we're doing?"

"Yes. Burn this down immediately!" I ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

I gently lifted Lisa's lifeless body into my arms. She had a horrible headshot. She should be dead.

"By the grace of the Moon Goddess, she is alive. There isn't much time to fix her. I should have come sooner. Grab the dogs too. Leave their teeth as well, and we will give the children a proper burial along with their dogs," I said with a heavy sigh.

"Yes, of course, sir! Give me 5 minutes, sir,"

I took Lisa's lifeless body to the paramedic van that came with us. The paramedic strapped her onto the gurney, quickly inserting an I.V.

"This is bad...We messed up," said my EMT.

"No, Jerry, we couldn't predict what he would do. The Elder’s do not like us interfering with humans. But this one is special; I can feel it. We are taking her deceased children and dogs to be buried at Crystal Lake. We WILL get Lisa back on her feet," I said quietly.

"Looks like David started the fire. Let's wrap this up and get her to the clinic before we lose her,"

"Yes, Sir!"

We quickly drove off into the night. I made sure to leave someone on foot to clean up our tracks to leave no suspicions behind. The humans could clean up the mess they started.