The Dark Side of the Moon

EPILOGUE 1

Heyyooo, I'm back!

Before you read, I want to note that this epilogue leads into the sequel of this book (Elle's story). However, I'm writing Cooper and Axel's book next, so you'll have to wait to hear more about Elle and her man. Just bear with me lol you'll see...

Elle's POV

Another night of sweaty bodies and pounding music still hasn't drowned out my thoughts. Another night of tequila and random men and women vying for my attention still hasn't distracted me from my past mistakes.

Self-loathing still rages through me, like a fire that destroys every happy memory in its wake only to leave ash and misery in its place.

That's what happens when you play a hand in murdering your brother.

I can't even say his name. I can't even face what my actions have caused, no matter how many times I try to convince myself that I didn't know. I didn't know what my cunt of a mother was planning. I didn't know she planned to...

So, I drink. I dance. I fuck. Anything to keep me from going over the edge and succumbing to the hell that pays rent in my brain.

I thought the best place to drink myself into oblivion would be New York City, home of the liberals and seedy businessmen and partiers.

There are other supernaturals dwelling here. Quite a few, in fact. With the amount of raw power I now have, it becomes very easy to mask my power and pass as a weak human. Nobody even questions my species. 

The stool I'm sitting in creaks when I lean back to down shot number... 8? 9? I can't even remember. The familiar warmth spreads through my veins and beautiful oblivion greets me. This is the sweet spot, the best part of my nights. When my thoughts slow and the only thing I can process is the warm body of the stranger I choose to share my bed with.

Well, technically it's not my bed. I stole the apartment keys from a guy named Bradley Tyson and convinced him that he lived in a wonderful cardboard box across the street. He seems very happy with the new arrangement. It never fails to amuse me when humans get fooled by magic.

Don't feel bad for Bradley, he's had a lot of luck in other areas of his life. He managed to get acquitted of sexual assault and sexual harassment even when 5 victims came forward.

So I took the sleaze bag's apartment.

And it's a nice one.

Penthouse floor, nice white furniture, a lovely view of the city. All mine now using Bradley's fancy black credit card. 

That same black credit card is swiped every night at different bars around the city. I can't be trusted to rely on my magic to deceive humans when I'm 9 shots in, so I make sure to thank Bradley for his endless supply of money as I enjoy myself.

I stumble off of the barstool and head into the crowd, bodies and hands touching me as I search for the center of the room- my favorite place. 

A girl with bright pink hair and a nose ring gives me the eye. Her eyeliner is dramatic as fuck and I love it. The way her dress clings to her tits and ass makes it clear to me that I'm swinging that way tonight.

I share a feline grin and head in her direction, swaying my hips a little more just to keep her attention. I have to try extra hard not to stumble.

The next few minutes I black out. I remember blurs of color, lights flashing around me, and when I come to I'm in a VIP booth making out with the hot girl with pink hair.