A/N: Luna and Sanguini meet again. I never intended to continue this. It was only supposed to be Sanguini using his vampire powers on an unsuspecting Luna. But now, I got inspired by another set of competitions. I tried to avoid the Twilight feel about this, so some feedback would be appreciated.

Thank you, Dragon MoonX for helping me brainstorm, beta-ing and proof-reading this.

Submission for:

Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Endymion – Write about Vampires.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Arithmancy Assignment #8 - Write about a strange pairing - Luna/Sanguini

Heroes' Hunt (Competition): "Wisdom consists of the anticipation of consequences" - Norman Cousins

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

The moon hangs lazily amidst the twinkling light of the stars in the night sky, though its glow barely penetrates the dense fog trapped between the trees of the forest below. However, the lack of adequate light does not affect him. This was a place he had frequented before. This forest, shrouded in mist and as cold as the frozen hand of death, was his home, for he was a being of the night. He had long ago learned how to hunt without the moon and the stars.

He bounds through the mist, nimbly avoiding any exposed roots or downed trees as he searches for his next meal. It is difficult to hunt alone and his nerves feel slightly on edge after not having fed in days, his senses of smell and hearing even more keen to his surroundings.

Then he catches something on the slight current moving through the forest. It is a new smell yet still familiar. It takes him just a moment to place it, but he does. It is her, his Moon.

The smell is getting stronger, accompanied by light footsteps crunching fallen leaves and a slow, steady heartbeat. He should leave before she sees him. He is much faster than him, more knowledgeable of the forest. It would be easy to escape, to lose her in this darkened maze of unending trees and shadows. But he is still, too captivated by her alluring scent to move. He doesn't really want to leave. He wants to see her one more time.

Suddenly, she materializes out of the fog, her golden hair catching the pale light of the moon and her long draping robes billowing around her smooth legs in the slight wind. She is neither surprised nor confused by his presence as she stands across from him, her blue eyes locking with his dark ones.

"You have aged, my Moon," he says, taking in the changes between the woman before him and his angel from a time long gone. Her body has grown and become more sturdy and supple, her hair has grown to pass her lower back and her eyes seemed older and wiser. She was no longer a young girl.

"I have been looking for you," she says, the words coming out like a bird's sweet song.

"You shouldn't have been," he says. He remembers the last time they met in another forest years ago and the strange feelings that came over him. Never before had he felt so conflicted to feed on an unsuspecting victim, but this girl was different. Her innocence was almost palpable, her trust deep enough to draw water, and he couldn't do it.

"I told myself that as well," she says. "Countless nights, I asked myself why I was still thinking of that night. I was under your spell and I didn't even realize until it was almost too late. If you hadn't stopped, I would have let myself be bitten."

"But you did stop and you let me go, and I couldn't understand why you would do something like that. I was just a girl like any other, but you didn't see that. You saw me differently."

"I started to research everything I could about you, anything I could get my hands on, so I could learn more about you. Everything made you out to be a monster and a demon, but I saw something else. I saw someone who was alone and abandoned. I saw someone who was scared to get close to anyone for they would eventually leave. I saw differently, just like you did. I saw someone like me."

She takes a deep breath before she says, "I want you to change me."

"Are you mad?" he says, leaning away from her in shock. Of all the conclusions she could have drawn, off all the solutions, this was the one she had chosen?

"Leave now, Moon. It would be wise to do so," he says as he turns his back towards her and begins to walk away. It is better this way for both of them. No matter what she thought, how she seemed to justify this, he knew what he truly was - a monster, an outcast, and he would not make her like him.

"Wisdom consists of the anticipation of consequences," she calls out to him, halting his steps. "I know all this entails. I know of all the pains. I know of all the cravings. I know of all the loss. But I also know that without you, I'm already going through all that," she says as she narrows the distance between them and wraps her arms around him. "I want to be with you. This way I'll be with you forever. This way you won't be alone."

To not be alone? He turns to meet her eyes. There is no doubt, no question, no confusion. There is conviction and understanding.

"There will be no going back," he murmurs as he wraps his arms around her. "Are you sure about this?"

She tips her head up and says, "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life," before placing her lips against his.

Her lovely smell invades his nostrils and he reminds himself not to get carried away as his canines grow. There will be time to hunt afterwards, together with his Moon.