I hope you guys are easy with me. This is my first Moonlight fan fiction.
Chapter 1: Mick's Past
Mick got home late. He dropped his keys on the counter, and looked through the mail. Nothing special. He walked upstairs and fell asleep, and in his dream, he dreamed about his past. When he was recently turned a vampire.
Mick walked down an alley alone. It was a shortcut to his house in Portland, Maine. Then someone jumped out in front of him, and attacked him by means of a knife. In all self-defense, he grabbed the intruder's arm and threw him against a wall. Unfortunately, the impact killed the intruder.
As Mick turned to leave, he heard a scream. There was a woman standing over the body, and she was yelling at him, "You killed him! You killed him!" She looked as if she was in her teens. The guy looked like he was in his teens, as well. There was a two-year-old boy clinging onto his mother, the woman yelling. Mick backed up and said, "I'm sorry. It was defense. I'm sorry." And he ran, the woman's voice echoing in his head.
Mick jerked awake. It had been 28 years since that happened. He shook his head and got ready to go to Josef's poker game night. He hadn't noticed that there was someone other than him in the house, watching.
Mick St. John was not one to underestimate. He normally knew when people were following him or watching him. However, tonight his mind was on something else. It was on Beth.
Before Mick could do anything about it, someone jumped in front of him and struck a stick in his chest, paralyzing him. He cried in agony, but nobody heard him. The woman who jumped in front said, "Now, now, Mick. We're going to go on a little trip. You like the sun? I do."
Then Mick felt two strong hands pick him up.
MOONLIGHT
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