AIDANAMe.The person who delivered the towels into my room, only moments ago, was me. It took me a moment to recognize my own features in someone else, but there was no doubting that it was me. Or at least, a version of me. I was visibly disturbed for a moment, once my screams ceased and I was cloaked in a veil of silence. Shinee didn’t arrive with the haste I assumed he was, so I stand alone in this bathroom, panicking.Suddenly, a figure appears in the doorway behind me. I’m staring at myself, but a version that has clearly been copied to a lesser, almost sicklier state. This fake has timid eyes circled with darkness, remaining a dull, pale green. Her skin is disturbingly sallow, her hair dead and flat against sunken cheekbones.This person has stolen my body. They have made a poor replica to scare me. And I’m not exactly sure how they did it, but I’m more concerned with my escape."What the hell are you?" I question softly, voice quivering."Pretty little Moon Goddess. Come to visi
"It's not often I see you smile."Shinee's voice startles me. We haven't spoke for the past hour, instead spending our time pouring over notepads full of ideas. So far, most of them are useless. But what it is, is a step forward in the planning that has taken me years, and I don't feel bad about it. Shinee hasn't once hinted at an ulterior motive, and it seems as those he is trying to help.Oddly enough, this has been...fun. Maybe that's not the best word, but I've began to feel excitement, at what this might mean. I lay on my stomach on the floor of my motel room, right at the hearth of a blazing fire. Shinee is on the bed, legs crossed. It's amusing him like this. He taps the end of his pen against his chin, concentrating on the piece of paper be balances on a stray book.It's such a normal action for such an otherworldly man."You get to our age and suddenly it's harder to find the fun in things you typically would," I admit, drawing random patterns across the page. "I thought you
Shedding my clothes is the easy part. Looking at him isn't.I can feel the heat of his gaze, as it passes across each of my bare limb, drinking in the sight of me which I have never bared to any man. My confidence seeps away with every piece of clothing that I let slip onto the floor, until I am completely naked in front of him. I'm doing this to prove a point, which is becoming more and more foggy as time passes by.No longer do I want Shinee to have the upper-hand. I'm always wondering what is going on inside his head, wishing he wasn't such a mystery. Now, my mate is going to look at me and wonder why I'm suddenly so confident. He's going to wonder why I no longer care what he thinks.One foot steps beneath the surface of the water, before being followed shortly after by my entire body. Shinee still stands, completely clothed, staring at me.His eyes glare right into my soul.There's something about the way he looks at me. Those lavender eyes, a trap for the most vulnerable souls,
It doesn't feel good to be home.As soon as it was possible for me to return back here, I did, much to Shinee's dismay. It seem quite evident at our farewell that he was appearing impassive; a mask atop any real feeling, to not appear weak. But he will miss me, I'm sure, and I will miss him. As much as it pains me to admit, the past few days have been ones I've cherished. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to returning to him, to see what more could ensue.The moment I return to my quarters, I notice that everything appears exactly how it would have been, if I had just come back from dinner. The space looks lived in, but still relatively clean. Of course, this must be Hermione's doing, ensuring nothing appears any different for an eye as watchful as the Moon."Hermione, I have returned," I call out softly, wandering through my living space and into my bedroom. Oddly enough, as much as I search, there is no Hermione to be found.Typically, she would be at here reading nook by the fire,
I keep the book close to me.My plan is to read through it entirely, to understand every inch of it. The question is, is it predicting my life like it sounds? I slept on what I read, dreaming about it. My mind can't help wandering back to Shinee, and what he would think about it. I'm not sure whether I should share this with him or not, since it seems so personal to just me. At least I now know how Damon knows seemingly everything about me.Waking is more difficult this morning, than usual. Fluttering my eyes open, I realise my curtains are closed and the lights are off. Sitting up, I breathe in for the smell of rose water, to find nothing. My usual morning has been disrupted, and it only takes me a moment to realise why.Hermione isn't here.Sitting up, I quickly step out of bed. Hermione has been gone since last night, but at the back of my head I assumed she was dealing with business elsewhere, pretending to be me in my absence. Not to mention, I was distracted last night by the bo
I’m stunned.Shinee leans back against my pillow, flipping through a book. Damon, poised with his hip against my dresser, stares me down with that unnerving milky white gaze. The situation seems so… odd. Seeing these two incredibly powerful immortals causally existing in this rather insignificant space makes it all the more surreal. I surely assume I would see Shinee in person for a few more weeks at least."Someone better explain," I say shakily. Hermione strifes into the room, brushing past Michael as she goes to stand by my faux window. She's putting herself between me and Shinee. It was brave of her, since Shinee has been trying to get his hands on my powerful little guard for awhile. Thankfully his attention is switched to me."You first. Do you have a thing for white panties only or...?" I hear Damon muse.Flicking my attention back to him, I realise he’s opened the top draw of my dresser, rifling through my extra personal belongings. My face drains of all colour."This agreemen
There's no way I'm going to turn this down.Despite my better judgement, I know if there has been any opportunity for me to get away from this place, it's now. Sinking my trust into these people may not be the best idea, but I'll die trying. It won't be the first time I've considered dying to escape. As long as the Moon didn't bring me back from the grips of death, it would be worth it."How are we going to do this?" I say, my one oath to help them in any way to get me and Damon out of here. And Hermione. There is no way I'm not taking her with us, otherwise the Moon will keep her here and torture her until I come back to retrieve her.Damon smiles softly. He knew I would agree. I'm not sure how long he has been a direct slave to the Moon, but it's enough to have him as desperate as me.Desperate to work with Shinee, who no one in their right mind would trust."It's going to take some time, but I can assure, it will be worth it," Damon says, glancing at Shinee for support, but he is l
Thankfully Shinee and I's conversation ended as quickly as it started.Everyone disperses from my room into my foyer. Hermione is standing quietly in the corner of my room by the fire, which is a mild concern, but the immortals lingering in my space is a more present issue. Damon's comfortability with being here is putting my mind at ease. He would know if there was any possibility for the Moon to know we are all here, since he's in charge of deceiving him. Right?"Here's an idea..." Damon says, clapping his hands together. We all collectively flinch at the sound. Everyone seems to be plagued by their own thoughts about what is to come, not matching Damon's cheerfulness. "Why don't we all have dinner together.""Damon, I think we have risked enough for one day," I say softly, looking around for support. Shinee nods grimly, although his apprehension to leave just yet is imminent."I'm going back to my quarters. Let me know when you want to have an actual conversation about the future i