Chapter IV: Into the Second Night.

Sol felt the movement of the sun and knew that it was an hour after its peak.

One o' clock.

It is the time he liked the most for it is when he saw the people enjoying the day. Whether they are enjoying a cup of coffee or walking in the streets, he liked to watch their smile in their faces.

But one smile kept creeping in his head. And it belonged to Luna. Quite the irony, he was afraid of the night and she was afraid of the day.

And their sanctuary was his coffee shop.

Sol smirked as he thought of the coffee shop. It was the only place that he trusted to ward off the nightmares of his past.

It was not the darkness that he feared but of what it brought to him. There, lingering and hiding in the shadows were creatures that were out to get him. He knew they were there and he knew they were waiting for him to come out into the darkness.

He would not give them that satisfaction.

That was the main reason why he did not socialize in an intimate level. They might use whomever it was to get to him. But she was different.

He felt her tormented soul as she entered his shop, and he felt the darkness that surrounded her. At first he thought that she was one of them. One of those who hunted him. But when he saw the relief and serenity when she smelled his coffees, he realized that she did not know him.

Either that or she was a good actress.

Sol did not believe that she was acting her delight in conversing with him. She was genuinely happy that she had someone to talk to. Someone that would not criticize or judge her.

She needed a friend. And Sol was a fool for wanting to be her friend.

It was a dangerous risk but it was a risk he was willing to take.

And for once in a long time, Sol wished that it would be night.

Dusk was settling and Luna was sitting impatiently in her flat waiting for the sun to disappear. Last night was one of the best nights she had and she knew in her heart that it should continue.

Though logic would deem it unwise.

"Sod logic!" Luna cried, exasperated as her own thoughts. "I haven't had a decent relationship with anyone in a long time and I won't let butterflies in my stomach ruin it."

But butterflies were not her only concern. She felt the presence of evil.

Her flat was warded from prying eyes and that included the prying eyes of the Death Eaters. She valued her privacy and was sacred to her. And anyone who violated her haven would pay dearly.

However, she sensed that the evil was searching for something, or someone. She had a feeling that that someone was her.

Sighing, Luna undressed her outfit and underwear and opted for some sexier attire. She wore a black corset and black silk knickers, she also wore lace garter belt with matching stockings. But that was not all she wore. On the hem of each of her stockings she inserted five throwing knives. The cool steel prickled her senses and a shiver ran through her spine. No one who knew about the knives survived.

Inside her corset was an array of weapons she handpicked for her missions. With it, she felt safe and dead the same time knowing that every time she used her tools, she could end up dead.

She wore a tight leather skirt that reached mid-thigh to cower the silvery shine of he knives when she walked. Over her corset, she wore a black leather jacket that came barely to her waist. She then wore black leather boots that also concealed weapons.

Placing back eye shadows and lipstick on her face, she smirked at the reflection on the mirror.

"I wonder what Sol would think," she sighed as she folded her sleeve and wrapped her wand ejector on her forearm. She then took a set of key from her dresser and twirled it around her finger.

As it was said, "If Looks Could Kill." With a satisfied smile, Luna was ready to hunt.

… / …

Sol smiled as he waited for his lady of the night to come. But somehow, he felt that this night would be eventful.

He did not know that his feelings were correct.

/End of 4/

A/n: The next chapters will be longer.