Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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LUNA sits in a chair by the front of the clinic door as she listens to the plan being discussed by the gang. Leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, she wrings her hands together nervously. Watching the black veins form darker against her tan yet slowly paling skin, Luna can't help but wonder why this was happening to her.
Why was she born a fae? Why did one dark fae centuries ago have to ruin it for her? What connection did they have? Because it was slowly starting to seem like she was the original fae that would soon meet her demise. Although if she remembered correctly the original had been set on fire for the town to watch. Luna could only hope she wouldn't die like that.
"Hey."
Luna's head snaps up as she realizes Stiles is standing in front of her, looking at her in worry.
"Hi... uh hey. Yeah? What's up?" Luna stammers out as Stiles smiles in confusion.
"You alright Luna? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."
Luna chuckles humorlessly as she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, "W-what? No of course not. I-I I-I'm fine... I-I just I'm worried... is all."
Stiles nods in understanding then looks over his shoulder still seeing the rest of the group in the first room. He quickly turns back to Luna and grabs her hand, pulling her outside the clinic. He guides her to his Jeep and opens the door for her as she jumps inside. She sits down playing with her fingers as she waits for him to sit beside her. As Stiles takes a seat in the drivers side, Luna peeks over at him and then back at her hands.
"C-can you do me a favor?"
Stiles looks over at her and nods, "Anything..."
"Can you be careful? For me?"
Stiles smiles softly holding up his pinky, "As long as you're careful for me."
Luna grins feeling her face heat up as she brings her pinky to meet his, "Okay..."
The two bring their hands back to their laps as they sit staring ahead at the clinic. Luna peeks over at Stiles and feels her stomach twist in nervousness. Here heart aches in longing as she knew this could possibly the last time they are together.
"S-stiles..."
"Yeah?"
Just as Stiles turns his head, he feels her soft lips connect with his. The kiss was nothing but a light touch, almost like a feather fanning a cheek. It was like a small whisper. As if a tiny wind blew again this lips.
