I thought of this after suddenly waking up at two A.M. Monday morning. So this is going to suck.
Just an FYI.

Chapter Seven-

Luna rinsed the dye-friendly shampoo from her black-and-blue hair. It smelled like cleaning products masked with girly-scented soap.
She let the steaming warm water mix with her tears, washing them away as if they had never existed. She had to grab a decorative throw pillow from her couch on the other side of her room to replace her tear-sodden one. It had been so uncomfortable, she eventually flung it at one of the windows in disgust, and grabbed a blanket from deep within her cocoon of sheets,comforters, and other blankets, and wrapped into into a makeshift headrest.
She remembered drifting off into an unsettling sleep, nightmares haunting her as she did so.

It was a dark marshland, like the kind she had imagined the visiting relatives had as a backyard in South Carolina. The noise of crickets and other creatures hiding in the night contributed to the creepiness of it. She was just an observer in this dream, as if she was watching a movie or a video.
Suddenly, a girl casually strolled into the marsh. She had luscious golden blonde hair, bright red lipstick, and a pair of sunglasses. She was wearing heels, a white skirt, and a coral pink vintage summer vest with bronze studs on the collar. If Luna hadn't payed close attention, it could have been Lana Del Ray.
"Now, sugar. No use hidin'." she said in a false southern drawl.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared, it's body shrouded in darkness. "What do you want, child? You were raised, not born into this family. And now that you have chosen your path, blood Ravenwood or not, you are not welcome, nor wanted."
"That's the thing. I think we can-" she raised a hand,flexing it.
Horrible cracking, crunching, and crushing noise were heard as the figure inhumanly was contorted into gruesome positions. It gagged and sputtered, falling to the ground in a limp pile.
"Adieu, vous ingrate incube." she hissed, looking straight at Luna afterwards in the lifelike dream.
"You're next, Lune fille"

Luna shivered in fear of her own dream, turning off the water, and walking out of the shower. The suffocating heat of the shower filled her with reassurance that the nightmare had meant nothing. Or so she was trying to believe.
Meanwhile, Macon had guessed that all the restrooms that were private were located within one's said bedroom, so he walked to the only one with a door that lead out to the hallway. He opened the door- and to his embarrassment, it was occupied. The back of Luna's pale body was all he saw before he took his eyes off of her.

"Oh..." He stammered as the almost adult wrapped her towel around her body."I'm so sorry...I-I didn't mean to..." Luna didn't scream. Her mouth hung open, too scared out of her mind to speak, let alone scream.
Yeah, come back in a few months, pervert. If I go dark maybe I'll bang you. She thought of saying, but even though she was changing, she wasn't like that...yet. She might have changed over the past few months, but she wasn't going to become a hooker for old creeps that easily.

"P-please Don't tell your father about this-"
"He's not my father, jackass." She hissed "Yeah- I got the hint. I'm not the kid of Mycroft Holmes and Gwyneth Paltrow. They decided to take in the weird girl, not be born with her." she said quietly with a distant look on her face as if recalling some memories, right as the door suddenly slamming shut, even though neither of them touched it.
"Now screw off."

She sighed, her mind going back to the subject of her dream.
She boredly wrote in water on the steam-covered wall, not realizing what she had done.

Oscurità della Luna

'Darkness Of The Moon' in Italian.
The thing was- Luna didn't know any Italian.
Instead of screaming when Macon had come in- she screamed now.

Socially Awkward Macon. That is all.