I Am The Luna

ZADE.

It’s the middle of the night and despite the stuffy weather that would never usually bother me, tonight I am unable to fall asleep…

Not that I sleep easily, anyway.

The ghosts of the past do not let you sleep, the skeletons in the closets are always near, ready to reveal themselves and right now there is one person who I never want to ever learn those dark secrets…. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Valerie Scott or rather Valerie Grace Astor, daughter of Beth and Lance Astor. The couple who outsmarted us to protect their children… and for years the Sable. didn’t even realise their children were alive… She has the brains like her parents, she just needs to work on understanding her intuition.

I slowly flip the knife in my hand between my fingers, staring at the ceiling, the occasional orange light from outside crosses the ceiling when a car passes by.

The Sable…

They- we are responsible for her PTSD. She might be a doctor, but she seems to be blind to the fact she needs help. How did her friends even allow her to be out here alone with that trauma and when they sure as hell know of the troubles that our kind are now facing?

Thanks to what we did back then, everyone learned of us.

The world has changed. Blowing our cover made us targets for the world, bringing us under intense scrutiny. We’re all forced to be registered. With a barcoded chip being placed inside of us, so we can

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Zaia may be trying to fight against it whilst keeping the balance, but the truth is, the damage cannot be undone. The boy had the power to make everyone forget. but she refused it and now!… now we are paying the price…

Who knows if it is my upbringing, and the fact I have been forced to survive and trust no one, but I can see them turning on us. See them use those chips to spy on and keep track of us at all times.

They already want to know where we are staying, already embedding these chips with a signal when we enter stores… Soon they will be watching us like criminals and it’s only a matter of time before they begin to hunt us….

I sit up, staring at the knife I’m turning between my fingers.

What is the deadliest of emotions?

Fear.

When that fear loses control, they will come for us.

Terrified of what we could possibly do.

I’m not chipped, but it’s only a matter of time before they find me and try to do that to me. Not that I plan to stay in one place long enough…

I was born an Alpha… but here I am, in a small town in the middle of nowhere, fixing cars to get by.

This is the life I’ve resorted to….

Is it better than prison?

I’m not sure…. How do I get rid of the

guilt when I’m walking free?

Gaultier had gone after her back then… but it could have been me, only I refused to attack from behind. I smirk humourlessly staring at the blade in my hand as I drop back onto my pillows.

If I was the one to go after her… Would things have been different? Would I have gone through with it? Could her trauma have been prevented?

I glance at the wall behind my head. She hadn’t left all day today, and there was silence from her apartment. She spent it in bed, that much I knew.

Well, soon enough, she’ll get over her past trauma. Maybe not fully… because some things don’t just go away, but she’ll be able to cope with them. I’m going to make sure of it.

I throw the knife up, watching it whizz downwards. For a second, I wonder how it’ll feel if it stabbed me through my eye… I know that pain… but I’ve blocked that memory out so it’s not so clear anymore. I don’t remember the sheer level of the pain…

I catch it between my two fingers, the tip millimetres from my eye.

There was a time when Lawrence Walton considered me a prodigy, the leader of the Sable… but when he realised I was not the one he needed, his attitude towards me changed.

(FLASHBACK)

“I refuse,” I reply quietly as I look at Gerard and Lawrence who sit there, at that

grey oak table where they made every decision in their twisted plan.

“Did you say you refuse?” Gerard scoffs, irritation clear in his eyes. Whilst Lawrence simply smiles there’s no humour in it not anymore.