After a long think, I'm back again. For several reasons, I have decided to continue with this project, regardless of my doubt in my ability. I figure that the only way from here is up, regardless of how good or bad you might think my skills are. My resolution since my 17th birthday recently has been to be more determined, to try harder, never give up and to see things through to the end. I also want to improve things, so I might tweak "The Killing Moon" a bit here and there, I might redo some of the chapters that I am unhappy with, and I may even include a bonus, alternative ending. Please give me your opinions!
Please enjoy.
He had been watching her reactions carefully, even though she had been the one to ask the question to begin with. As soon as he had spoken the word 'yes', she had seemed more uneasy around him than ever, and after a momentary awkward silence, had somewhat reluctantly opened the door of her home and allowed him to enter. Although she had invited him to sit and to 'make himself at home' (albeit in a rather unconvincing attempt at faking happiness.) It was all too obvious that he was making her uneasy just by being there, and in truth: it was making him uncomfortable to see her so uncomfortable.
As he watched her walk through to the kitchen, breathing a heavy sigh as she made some drinks and such, he shook his head and tried his best to pretend not to notice how edgy she seemed around him. When Elena eventually returned to him, she managed a small, near invisible smile as she sat down in one of the chairs in the room, warily watching Vincent from the corner of her eye. She didn't exactly fear him, yet she couldn't help but feel nervous whenever he was near. Perhaps it was just that aura of mystery that surrounded him...or perhaps she just wasn't very trusting of unpredictable men with guns. On top of that, how could she forget the beasts which dwelled within him? She couldn't help but shudder at the very memory of those bizarre creatures. Her shudder had not gone unnoticed, however. The blonde looked up to see the subtle suffering and disappointment expressed by the raven haired male's face. Had it been her actions and reactions to him that had caused such an expression? If that was the case, then it unfortunately wasn't something that she could control so easily. "I-...I didn't mean to!" she suddenly stated, slowly building up the courage to glance up at the mysterious male.
Vincent was confused by that outburst, and garnet met honey as the male and female gazed at each other in silence for a few moments. He spoke first. Raising a single eyebrow, the gunslinger folded his arms across his chest and pulled his gaze away from hers, breaking their eye contact as he stood there, calmly murmuring: "...I don't seem to recall accusing you of anything, Elena..."
"You didn't have to accuse me of anything. The look on your face was enough to tell me that something's up!" she explained, getting up out of her chair with a sigh, and hesitating before carefully approaching him. The blood on his shoulder caught her eye, and when she remembered how that blood had got there in the first place, she couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of guilt beneath the nerves that were consuming her. "Wait." she ordered, turning and heading out the room, leaving the raven haired man alone with his thoughts, which she would never have guessed were all only on her. He didn't understand it himself, truthfully.
The wooden door creaked open again as she re-entered, carrying a first-aid kit with her. Holding it out to him, she smiled a bit more when he took it, and he reluctantly took a seat in one of the chairs as he began to treat his wound. Elena watched as he did so, slowly adjusting to his presence in the room. Maybe that was one of the possibly vast amount of reasons why she felt uneasy around him: she just wasn't used to having him around. For the time being, she just felt a fraction more comfortable with him. At least, comfortable enough to approach the chair that he was sitting in, and to sit down on the edge of the chair's arm. He, too felt somewhat happier when she did this, but merely pretended not to notice her presence. He felt that perhaps it would be better if he didn't make a bg deal out of it, and so casually continued to treat his wounds, feeling a faint warmth within his heart as Elena sat so close. Perhaps, over time she would adjust to him and become more friendly and warm towards him...perhaps one day he would be able to bring himself to do the same for her. Only time would tell.