Loved by a Devil (9 page)

You are mine

the tip of a golden sunset

the lost petal I still treasure

the awakening of a moon rise

the one that keeps me alive

And when I'm not there with you

you need to know

I love you

From: Drew

To: My beloved Moon

"Aw." I whispered.

"Moon!" Drew shouted.

Drew slowed down as he spotted me. He ran to me and picked me up in his arms.

"Moon? Are you there?" he asked.

A smile crept upon my lips. My vision started to blur. And Drew's voice seemed far away. If I was dying, then I would accept it. Because dying in the arms of someone I love was all I needed to keep me happy.

"Moon." Drew whispered worriedly.

I felt the broken necklace and handkerchief fall to the ground. My whole body went limp, and my eyes were starting to close. I remembered when I met Drew, when he taught me what M and M was at that hell hole BlackWater Acres, or when he said he loved me, and I said I loved him back.

Did I love him? Yes. Yes I did.

"Moon? You have to wake up. Wake up." Drew's voice broke as he fell to his knees.

I love you.
I thought

Darkness overtook me.

Chapter 12

Drew's Point of View

She fell from my arms, lying lifelessly on the blood stained ground. I didn't bother giving her CPR, I knew it was too late. But I just couldn't help but talk to her, beg her to wake up.

"C'mon baby girl you gotta get up. You have to get up. Please, please. Please don't leave me Moon, please." I whispered to her.

There was no response. Her green eyes, now so bright I had to squint, were staring at the sky, dead. My hands cupped her face as I continued to speak to her.

"Get up, please. Give me one more chance. Please, please Moon." My voice shook.

I bent down, blowing in a lung full of breath, just letting one little sliver of my immortalness inside her soul, knowing that if I'd give her too much, her body would be scorched into flames.

I shook her gently, feeling her stir. Not getting my hopes up, I checked her pulse. Three beats passed until I was sure I still had a chance. I did. Relief washed over me at the small miracle. But I knew I had to act quickly, if I didn't, the stuff would wear off. I picked Moon up and slung her over my shoulder, then sped off towards
his
house.

I stepped on the lawn, not knowing why the door was wide open. Maybe it was a sign. With no hesitation, I stomped through the doorway, letting him know I was here.

"I always knew you would kill her." the intruder said as I set Moon down on the kitchen table.

"We still have a chance, Brendan." I replied, ignoring his comment.

"We? Don't you mean, you?" he spat.

"I can't save her without you," I hinted.

"Of course you can't." Brendan stepped towards me threateningly.

"Just name your damn terms, I'm running out of time!" I hissed, keeping a hand on Moon's wrist, feeling her pulse slow.

"Leave her alone. You have no part of her life whatsoever. She's all mine."

"Blackmail." I said disgustedly.

"You're the one who killed her parents."

"They kept me away from her. And you know what's going to happen to me when I don't see her."

"The Guardian of the Moon sucks up your humanity. Well, inhumanity anyway. So that means you'll grow weak, and shrivel up into flames. I don't know how you recovered this time though."

"My Master gave me permission to do a little hunting."

Brendan grimaced, "Murderer. Do you agree?"

I took a deep breath, "Fine."

"Then I suppose we have a deal."

"Shut the hell up and heal her!" I spat.

Brendan shoved me roughly aside, and continued to work on Moon.

"I'm doing this for her. The agreement and the healing." Brendan hissed.

About 33 minutes passed. Impatience was eating me down to the core as every minute, every second it felt like Moon's pulse was getting stronger or weaker. I kept a firm hand around her wrist.

"Are you done?" I hissed, getting up from the chair shoving
him
to the side.

"I'm obviously not. Something's wrong, I keep trying to give her a healing rune, or sliver's of my humanity or blood, but it's not working!" he said frustratingly.

"Dammit." I muttered.

"What." Brendan hissed.

"I-"

"You didn't. You're a fu-"

"Thanks for the tip." I said through clenched teeth, interrupting him.

"It's too late. It's over."

"She'll live." I convinced.

"Go ahead. Burn her to bits. Only because it hasn't worked before." Brendan stormed away, teleporting in the hallway.

"Screw you," I muttered.

I took Moon's wrist, unsure of what to do. It hasn't worked before. The bitch was right.

"It'll only hurt a little bit. Okay?" I told Moon's limp body.

I sank my teeth into her wrist, letting the venom spread. I pulled away hastily, not wanting to overdose it.

I could just hear her pulse quicken so fast from the burns in her body. I could predict her silently screaming in her head, the pain straddling her in her death wake. Retching, twitching from the sun's fiery rays scorching her body inside out, never ending. Never turning her into tiny bits of ash. I heard her pulse quicken faster, faster. A horse pumping it's legs so fast as if Hell was after it. Then, it gave out, silence.

All I heard was the sound of
drip, drip
of the sink. Teardrops falling down a waterfall, crying. Crying for me.

I gave Moon CPR. Blowing lung fulls of breath down her throat. Trying to keep her alive.

Half of my mind was saying, 'give up, she's dead, it's over.' While the other half of my mind was screaming, 'Shut the hell up!'

I beat her chest 'till she was black and blue. 1, 2, 3. Take another gulp of breath, blow it down her throat, beat her chest 1, 2, 3. It didn't seem to be working.

"Come on! COME ON!" I yelled.

"Give up. It's over." I felt an ice cold hand on mine.

I jerked my hand free from the Grim Reaper's grasp.

I looked up to see Brendan on the other side of the table, his hand sending smoke into the air from me, while my hand had an ugly frostbitten bruise forming.

"Thought you left." I spat.

"I would never." he hissed.

I realized there was tear sliding down his face, now landing on Moon's. Probably what I was doing as well. I wiped away the golden tear away from my face, pissed at myself.

Someone padded into the room, whining, whimpering.

The two wolves padded into the room, now fully grown.

They grow up fast

Mine, the one that I asked Brendan to give to Moon, was Sunfire. A female Wolf Warrior with midnight black fur and bright amber eyes. The other was Whitestorm, a male white wolf with a light gray tinge to his fur, very fierce and strong.

Sunfire whimpered again, upset for Moon's death. Whitestorm growled at her, pissed, probably telling her to shut up. Sunfire growled back.

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran outside in the front yard, bending down and throwing up. Retching, after it was all out, I collapsed on the front porch. It's not possible. Moon is dead.

She's dead.

I screamed into the night, not realizing that the wolves had followed me until they howled, letting all their sadness flow into the night.

Chapter 13

Brendan's P.O.V.

The stupid fool was throwing up in my front yard. Disgusting. I grimaced, knowing pretty soon
I
was going to throw up
or
kill Anthony if he didn't stop banging on the basement door. Well, I did lock him in there.

"Just shut the hell up and focus!" I hissed to myself.

Maybe there's a little more time, just a little bit more.

Drew's P.O.V.

"Ugh," I groaned.

I wiped the rest of the foul bile off of my face with my sleeve, but realizing it was my favorite leather jacket, I shrugged it off and threw it on the one of the lawn chairs. I stormed back into the kitchen, still seeing Moon on the table dying.

"Hurry the hell up!" I shouted.

"I least I was actually doing something while you were outside shooting chunks of vomit onto my lawn!" Brendan hissed.

I grabbed him by his shirt collar, "You listen here- Ouch!"

I rubbed my wrist where the needle had punctured me, seeing another ugly bruise of ice coating it. Steam rose as the ice melted against my skin.

"What the hell are you doing with that?" I spat.

He ignored me and stabbed Moon with the needle in the wrist, where I bit her.

"Her skin is scorching hot to the touch, if I waited here for the ice cream man to show up, her body would've been engulfed in flames." he growled.

"You don't like ice cream." I pointed out.

"Exactly." he hissed.

Brendan took out the needle, blood slightly seeping from the small wound.

"Now what?" I asked.

"We wait." he shoved me out of the way, reaching for a cloth to cover Moon's wound.

"How long." I hissed, keeping my eyes on Moon.

"It's going to take a while, since both of our venoms are inside her body. Going to take long for them both to combine, then we'll wait 'till the transformation is done. So in total, maybe a couple days. But if it isn't enough to revive her..." he trailed off.

"She might be just like me." I breathed happily.

Brendan's eyes shot to my face, "In your dreams."

"Well she won't be like you either." I muttered.

"She already was." his voice was hoarse.

"Then she
will
be like me." I realized.

"There's a possibility about that comment. But it's 50-50 chance about both situations."

"If she does end up like me, would you kill me," I asked, taking Moon's wrist and kissing it softly, rubbing it with my thumb.

Not feeling a pulse. I shuddered.

"I already do right now. But," he shook his head, "Me seeing Moon's face for the rest of my life when she took a good look at me, I don't think I could -or want to- live."

"Neither could I." I admitted.

"Who would want to."

"Probably that whore Hillary." I said bitterly.

"Yes." Brendan said thoughtfully.

Wow, we're bonding.

"We are." Brendan responded.

Okay, time to put back up that barrier so that fool won't get into my mind.

Brendan didn't respond to me this time.

Are you reading my mind now?

He looked around the room, clueless.

Good.

I fought a gasp, rising from the chair quickly.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked worriedly.

Moon's body was covered in ice, the ice melting over and over, making ugly frostbites all over her. I felt her forehead with the back of my hand. I swore softly as withdrew my hand hastily. Her skin was burning hot to the touch, but also ice cold.

"I don't know." Brendan confessed.

I realized something smart, or something idiotic. So did he.

"No, it's a smart idea. Grab Moon, quickly. Let's get-"

Brendan was cut off by a large roar, the sound of furniture being engulfed in flames. The kitchen table Moon was lying on, to be specific.

I swore as I grabbed Moon and carried her upstairs in my arms, following Brendan.

"Get Anthony out of the basement, I'll meet you at the balcony." Brendan muttered.

We're still going upstairs to the balcony, even though it's too late?

Whatever, it's probably the only way out.

I kicked in random doors in the house, usually shouting, 'Anthony!'.

"Shit!" I hissed, almost dropping Moon.

Her skin was getting hotter to the touch, hotter than mine. Her skin was still milk white, but it looked as though flames were flickering underneath.

Hurry.

One last door and it's over.

I kicked in a door, seeing a curly haired teenager, who looked
gay
, and was one of The Moon's children.