Oh! My first Moonlight story! I'm excited!
I don't own Moonlight or that type of stuff
Give me reviews. It'll give me feedback if I should abandon this.
Enjoy. The reviews are important!
A young teenage girl was breathing heavy as she climbed over a tall chain link fence. Her long brown hair fell into bright green eyes that were slowly fading to blue and her incisors were extended beyond the usual length. Colliding into the brick wall of a dead end, she looked behind her, panting, to see her pursuers catching up. Quickly, she leapt off the ground and landed expertly, with a catlike essence. Smiling, she looked behind her and her smile disappeared as her pursuers leapt after her. Suddenly, a huge mass of people landed on the pursuers and they began to have an extremely vicious fight, allowing her to escape. Giving a smug grin, she jumped off the roof and landed on a green dumpster before sliding off. Letting out a deep breath, a small laugh from the adrenaline rush escaped her before she got slammed against the brick wall by a man, holding a knife to her throat and a stake to her heart. "You're gonna tell me what I wanna know now!" he threatened, gently rubbing the knife against her neck and a drip of blood trickled down her neck onto the knife. "Smell that Honey? Smells like a good dinner to me. So, feel like talking to me like a good little girl?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she screamed back. "Please, let me go. I swear I don't know what you're talking about! Please, let me go! I won't tell anyone! Please, just let me go!"
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough to get through that skull of yours." He replied and held the stake near her heart, gently pushing it a little into her heart, causing her to scream in pain. "Do you know what I'm talking about now? Or does it have to go the whole mile? Don't make this worse for yourself. I have a lot of other ways for you to talk. Do you know what I'm talking about now?"
"And what would that be? How do I know what you're talking about when I don't know what you're talking about? Last time I checked, I'm not pyshic."
"Don't be a smartass with me Girl!"
"What? How am I being a smartass?"
"Tell me where your father is?! Where'd he hide it?! The thing he stole from us?! From the Van Hortons family! Where'd he hide it?!"
"What's 'it'? An 'it' can be anything."
"You know damn well what I'm talking about Girl!"
"Wait, it's starting to ring a bell. A very distant bell, but it's coming along."
"Tell me! Tell me where your father is! Where what I want is!" he yelled, spit flying from his mouth.
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll tell you. Come a little closer though. I have to whisper it to you. In case someone else is listening." She instructed and he came closer. Slamming her head against his, he staggered back dazed and she kicked him down before kicking him in the stomach and stabbing him in the chest with the stake. "On second thought, I'm not actually going to tell you."
Kicking him again, she sank into the shadows, racing away from the scene.
Entering a cramped apartment, she called, "Father! This isn't working!"
A middle aged man with pepper colored hair and fading green was sitting on the lumpy couch, and looked at her through a pair of glasses over his newspaper. "What isn't working?"
"You know what! I miss our mansion! We have to live here! I have to go to school with mortals! It's nearly impossible to get a decent meal without being noticed! And having to go with my secret! And then your secret! I nearly got my head cut off! For this secret! Why do I have to pay for what you done?!"
"I've paid too. I lost your mother. She died to protect you! When you were extremely young, she was willing to sacrifice to keep this secret! Do it so her death will not be in vain!"
"Father! It's hard to go on with this though! I am constantly being tailed!"
"My daughter. You know what the cost it."
"I know Father, I know. I won't be able to keep it up forever though. Each time is getting riskier than the last."
"I know what. Let me talk to an old friend of mine."
"Who? You have a lot of old friends. And a lot of old enemies."
"His name is Josef Konstan. He has been a friend of mine for the 400 years since I've been turned."
"And what will that do? Have a good old chat with him?"
"I'll see if I can get him to watch you. Or, if he can find someone to protect you." Her father decided. "Now, it is late. Go to sleep. You've had a long day."
"You better. It's getting really annoying." She replied as she left the room. "It's very hard to keep a low profile when everyone knows you're Renee Morton."
Well, there you go. Let me know if I should abort this story.
