Luna's Realms: A Narrative Fiction

On a normal day at the public transit Rachel North was heading to work, but there was a strange feeling in the air. Moments after the train trundled off a powerful gust knocked Rachel to the ground and everything went dark. When Rachel regained consciousness she noticed people scattered about the transit car. She felt warm and wet. Rachel took a brief moment before realizing she was covered in someone’s blood.

Sybil looked down and saw her miniature arms twisted tightly and caught in a shirt she had been putting on. Her mouth was wet with vodka. No, not vodka. How would she know the taste of that? This taste was iron-filled and bitter. It was blood, and it dribbled down her chin. Her voice squeaked and cracked as she sputtered out her words quickly.

The young woman opened up her door and immediately felt that sense of uneasiness again even though her home was full of light. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured that her boyfriend, James, was just taking his usual night shower. She went into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water. As she drank the cool liquid she felt an immense feeling of relief. She advanced toward the bathroom. She walked down the hallway heading towards the closed bathroom door. Alecia felt a sense of panic and anxiety when she felt her foot become slightly submerged in a liquid on the floor.

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

The moment Skyler's blood touched her tongue Adriana was lost. The sweet nectar that flowed through her lovers veins washed over every sense the old vampire had. She drank deeply as the warmth washed through every inch of her body. It was the first time in ages Adriana had felt such heat coursing through her veins. Her lover, her wolf tasted like madness and haven all at the same time.

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

“Sweet baby” She called out to me as I ventured further into the room. She was feeding right now. I could smell the flesh and blood. It smelled so sweet to me. My mouth instantly began to water. The cow I fed on earlier was nothing in comparison to human blood. By the sweetness of it, I could tell that it was

I began to panic, as more and more of the black dots climbed into me, wriggling up my arms like worms in the rain, hurting me more and more. I dug my nails into my body, trying to stratch them out, to no avail. I couldn’t take the pain, the persistent feeling of being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles, pricking harder and harder each time, the uttermost betrayal from my only friends, the only ones who ever knew me. The fishbowl began to crack, like icy roads in the Monday morning rush. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and began to scoop out the bugs, slowly at first, but then as more began to form, I picked up the pace. Every time I managed to flick one body to the tiled floor, another would begin to crawl up from my toes, coating me in a layer of darkness. My body was numb as lines of ruby appeared on my arms, but my heart raced uncontrollably. Trickles of water slithered down the glass. Slowly, the dots began to fade, almost reducing into mist and floating away, how the trees return to stillness after a storm, as a sea of garnet rushed over me. But this state of relief did not last long- a dark shadow formed in the doorway, blocking all light entering the room. It looked like a shadow; as dark as hell, it spoke words of sin and hate, with a voice low enough to shatter glass. I staggered backwards, and held myself up using the counter behind me. It launched forward, grabbing towards my arms, wrapping around me, choking me in smoke. A waterfall gushed over my face, drowning me. I couldn’t

Luna Christopher mumbles incoherent profanities under her breath, sinking into the edge of her torn motel bed.

She will be mine!” ‘Yeah, right.’ I’m thinking to myself. He leaves the club and closes the door to run errands. Now, she and I are alone as I take a stroll around the bed with the dimmed red lights following my shadow analyzing her potential and determining which role she will play in my world. She is too valuable to share, so she will be all mine. Lanzone will be mad because I am going to make her a vampire. Just as I think this, she starts coughing loudly catching me by surprise. I comfort her, “Hey, hey, hey now. Are you alright?” I grab a cup of blood from the minibar nearby. “Here, take a drink”, she sips then spits it out on the floor. When she finally opens her eyes, she jumps and grab a knife from the sink of the minibar coming back to me with it to my neck. “Who are you!?” I try to calm her down.

She felt the warm, sticky coalescence of blood on the back of her skull, still running in a thin trickle down the back of her neck, trailing down her spine and creating dark stripes on her skin.She was naked, her defenses and any protections stripped away, meant to deprive her of her dignity and pride.

Glysdi tripped over a trash bag, hearing clanking as she sprawled on her lawn. Curious, she sat up and reached for the bag, searching for an opening. Inevitably, a protruding shard cut her palm, but the pain didn’t come to her. At age 11, Glysdi saw the cheap brand names on the beer bottle piece. She went back into her house, walking slowly past her mother seemingly unconscious on the sofa, her snores loud and irregular. The quiet inside the bathroom comforted her immediately as she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Tear drops mingled with blood as she tried to scrub off the metallic smell on her hand.

I woke up that morning retching again. The smell was strong, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. I hadn’t taken any precautions the night before, because as my grades got better, my sleep habits got worse. In the morning though, I could smell it as easily as I could spell my own name. It invaded my nostrils; the smell of ammonia propelling my brain awake with disgust and confusion, even as I knew, knew, knew what it really was.