"Very touching. Do you want me to imitate a violin?" - L.J Smith, The Fury

Luna/Alissa POV

I awaken dreadfully, cold and alone in the dark shadows. I feel so weak. My skin is so sensitive, it's like I've never been in the cold before. I touch my neck where there is a burning sensation, clearly feeling two small holes there. A vampire bit me! Wait... do vampire's even exist? I pinch myself to check that this isn't a nightmare, which I'm hoping it is. If this is real, I don't know what to do. Sadly, I'm not dreaming, I really am in this damp, freezing place, unsure of what to do next. First, I need to figure out whether I can get out. I scrape my hands against the wall. It's hard... stone? Am I in a cave? I feel claustrophobia creeping up on me. I try to search the back of my mind. Who am I? What am I? Before I even consider anyone else hearing, I scream. There is a name, locked away in my mind... Er... Eric. "Eric!" I wail.
"Luna! Are you there?" That voice... it's Eric. But who's Luna?
"Help me!"
"I need you to follow my voice." I can't see anything at all, it's like I'm sleep walking. I try to feel around, hesitantly stepping. "I'm here, baby, please don't worry." His words give me the confidence. Whoever I am, I doubt I'm weak and shy.
"Okay, I'm nearly -" I walk straight into some rusty metal bars. "Eric, I can't get out!" My voice breaks with the thought of being permanently locked in Hell.
"Luna, don't worry, I've got a key." Eric reasures me, the sound of rattling keys and one twisting into a lock booms throughout the cave.
"How did you get a key?" I question.
"I killed the guard. It's okay, your safe now." The door squeaks open. Eric catches me as I stumble into his comforting arms. "Sleep, Luna." What if I'm not the girl he thinks I am, it's so dark maybe he's saved me instead of Luna? I can't understand why my body wants to sleep again, however, my eyes gently close.

I wake in a giant, soft, four-poster bed, wrapped in blankets and a thick duvet. There are thick, patterned red curtains around the bed, matching the red theme of the room. It all looks so expensive, with a chandelier hanging over the wide open space in-front of the bed. In a large, red, fabric chair beside me is Eric. My Eric. His green eyes blazing into my heart and Soul. "I'm so glad to see your awake." He says softly, stroking my long hair. His cheeks are a little flushed,
"Did you save that girl called Luna as well?" I ask. Eric raises his eyebrow.
"Your Luna." I'm Luna! How come I don't remember anything but him?
"When I woke in the cave, I couldn't remember anything except you. Why is that?" I ask him, confused with everything. I think he's trying to understand what I'm going through, which makes me love him that bit more.
"What do you remember about me?"
"I can remember your name, age and other personal information, I know that I love you and I remember all the reasons why I do." Mentally, I am running through that list: funny, nice, sweet, kind and insanely gorgeous!
"I'll tell you a bit about yourself then." He rises from his chair, peals back the duvet and the layers underneath of blankets and hops in beside me. We both lie on our sides to face each other. I resist the urge to instantly snuggle up to him, but when he wraps his arm around me, I do it as if I have been for my whole life. "Your name is Luna Silver. You went to Oak Wood High School until we got into a small argument and you left-I can't recall what it was about, however, I know it was silly. You joined a human school where you met a boy named Ranger. But Ranger was horrible to you. He fell in love with you and a few days ago admitted it to you. But you don't love him -"
"I love you," I finish for him. Eric smiles like that is the only sentence he wants to hear for the rest of his life. And I hope it is.
"Ranger didn't like that you love me and not him, so he killed one of your human classmates called Kiera in rage." I gasp. Did I really make a friend at school who was as ruthless as that? "You got into an argument with him and headed into the forest to get away. However, he followed you. He locked you up in the cage and left one of his father's guards to watch over you." I'm overwhelmed. I have so many questions, nevertheless, I don't want to bombard him.
"How did you find me?"
"I heard your cries for me and I ran after Ranger and you as fast as I could." I wrap my arms tightly around him.
"Eric, I love you so much! Thank you for coming to save me." He pulls me close. We stare into each others eyes for what feels like hours (it might have been). Suddenly, Eric grazes my cheek with his hand, moves his head forward and kisses me softly. For all I know, this could be my first kiss! I move my hands into his soft hair, pulling it tightly, encouraging the kiss to get much more heated. He pushes me down so I'm on my back and climbs on top of me. We continue to kiss for ages, until a boy the same age as us wanders into the room.
" , , pardon me, but it's dinner time. There has been a meal prepared for you in the dining room." The boy mumbles, blushing, probably regretting disturbing us.
"Fine. Get out, Zack, can't you see we're busy." Eric groans, jumping out of the bed. I feel the urge to stick up for Zack.
"It's fine, Eric. I'm really hungry anyway." He smiles and shrugs, sweetly. Oh god, he should be a model...
"Okay, then." He says.

The dining room is just as rich and extravagant as the bedroom I was in, with another chandelier being a key feature. The walls are gold and silver, which looks anything but cheap; it might even be real gold and real silver!

The meal isn't just a sit-down meal date for two, it's a full banquet, with foods that I don't even know how to pronounce. We were even given a menu! I didn't want to be to complicated, so I just ordered a pizza and potato wedges. In an attempt to be polite and make me feel at home, Eric ordered the same. Already on the table were garlic mushrooms, garlic bread, olives, cheese, bread sticks, tortilla chips, cooked meats and more. I was completely stuffed after demolishing nearly everything. The conversation seemed to naturally flow between me and Eric, an awkward silence was something that was worrying me before we sat down. Zack entered the dining room with two glasses of a thick, red liquid. Eric snatched it from him, whereas I was a bit more hesitant. I can't remember a lot of things, including wether or not I like a certain foods which Eric helped me to figure out, however, there is something about that liquid that is bringing something back...

I duck her first blow, stabbing my stake into her leg as deeply as I can. She cries out, limping backwards. "You little rat, this will take at least a week to heal." She snaps, staring down at her injured leg, crying in pain.

"Trust me, you won't last a week." I retaliate, punching her in the face. The vampire grabs my legs, tripping me up so I fall onto the floor with a thump. She rests her foot on my stomach holding me down, before taking my stake out of my hand. "It's a shame really, to die by your own weapon. Some vampires see it as a disgrace," she says, happily.

I scream at the vision in my head. Is that a memory? Why would I do something so violent? I fall off the chair and onto the floor, only to be caught in Eric's arms; he must have moved very fast. "Luna, are you okay?" His expression shows how genuinely worried he is. He turns to Zack who is standing, with his mouth open wide in shock, beside me. "Pass me the glass." Zack hands Eric the liquid that caused me terrifying vision. Eric gently pushes the clear, icy glass against my lips. "Drink, now." I obey, finding the energy to lift my left arm up and tip the glass back. It's disgusting! It's thick and revolting, causing me to spit it out straight away. I don't understand why Eric could drink something like that.
"Gosh, that is really horrible!" I complain, resting my head on Eric's shoulder. His eyes open wide, his eyebrow arches and his mouth hangs open.
"Luna... I don't understand."
"What was that, anyway?"
"Human blood. Something you used to love a lot." I laugh at his joke. With his help I stand up on my feet. I don't need to hold his hand, I'm quite capable of standing on my own, but I won't mention anything.
"Why would I like human blood? I'm human." I respond, moving my head from Zack's shocked expression, to Eric's.

Ranger POV

"Let's crash the wedding, then. It's the only thing we can do and it might be quite fun." Ranger declares, throwing his arms into the air. The wolf growls and Blade rolls his eyes. Cara is completely silent, still shocked by the appearance of the wolf.
"Ranger, we don't have time to have fun, we need to save Luna before she gets thrown into a world which may get her killed! Eric's love for her and the fact she's a vampire are the only things that are keeping her alive right now, we need to help!" Blade responds, boldly, pairing the words with the appropriate hand gestures.
"W-who is th-the wolf in my liv-living room?" Cara stutters, clinging onto Ranger's arm like a snake would. Ranger sighs, does he really need to explain this story now? The wolf shifts into his human form, wearing shorts. Ranger is immediately intimidated by his six pack and dark and dangerous appearance. But Ranger could still see the little boy he once knew.
"I'm Bane, Luna and Blade's friend and Ranger's old friend. It's nice to meet you Cara." Bane falls to his knees, takes Cara's hand and kisses it. She blushes such a deep red that Ranger wonders how she had enough blood to do so.
"It's great to meet you... um too." She mumbles. Bane lingers by her hand for a moment, before standing up. His voice is more soft like a humans, than how how grisly and grumpy it sounded like earlier.
"Right, let's make a plan!" He announces, confidently.