Becoming the Luna

Nicole keeps growling Dale's name and then there's a sound of scuffling and another louder, deeper and bone chilling growl fills the room.

I close my eyes tightly shut, the sound is terrifying.

What the hell is happening?

Nicole immediately quiets down, a terrified whimper that's no doubt coming from her filling my ears.

A dense silence fills the space and slowly I peel my eyes open.

"Virgil, take Hayden with you, clean up and get some rest." Dale finally breaks it. "Yanis will help me get the both of them down to the police station and Shana should go tell Renee what happened." Dale orders calmly.

Virgil finally lets me look and I whip my head around to see a bizarrely calm Nicole whose eyes are blown wide open in terror, Dale has a firm grip on her upper arm but she doesn't look like she's about to go anywhere.

Shana has a tight look on her face and she's holding Julia who has her hands on her face and looks like she's about to make a run for it, Yanis has a darker expression on his face but he's still pressed against the wall, his fingers in his glasses like he's deep in thought.

"W-Wait! No! Why am I getting arrested too? I didn't do anything!" Julia says in a sob, shaking her head violently.

No one even spares her a glance, Dale looks colder and distant and I want to reach for him but he's already marching out of the crevice with Nicole in tow, there are rips on the shoulders of his suit jacket that wasn't there before.

Yanis takes my stabbed phone from Shana and Julia as well, she looks like she's about to protest but Yanis yanks her closer with a dangerous glare on his face and her protests die in her throat.

Shana gives us an air salute and slips out of the curtains as well, this leaves just Virgil and I and I can't seem to look him in the eye.

He slowly takes off his suit jacket and my mouth drops open.

"W-What a-are you d-doing?" I stutter in a panic.

He raises a brow at me, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Giving you my jacket?" He replies in confusion. "Your shirt is all bloody."

"Oh." I whisper silently, blushing violently. "Thank you." I say in a squeaky voice when he hands me the warm jacket.

I slip it on and nearly get buried in it but at least it hides my blood stains, I slowly reach for Virgil's injured hand which is a little difficult as my hands are buried in the jacket sleeves but I manage it.

Shana had wrapped it properly but I still needed to disinfect it. "Come to my room!" I pull at his uninjured hand, not thinking through my words.

He doesn't move and I look up to see him with that same expression of amusement in his face and the implications of my words hit me.

"N-No, n-no-not li-like t-tha…" I stutter hard, flustered. "Ugh! Just come let me fix your hand!" I finally exclaim in frustration.

"Sure." Virgil replies quietly with a small smile, watching me intently.

My hair had long since fallen out of the man bun I had wrapped it up in this morning so my no doubt tangled and bloody hair is all around me, obscuring my vision slightly.

The ball is in full swing so luckily, no one notices us cutting right through the heart of the ball, looking like roadkill.

Luckily, we don't run into any maids on the way to my room and I try not to react when Virgil locks the door.

I-It's fine right? It's absolutely normal for him to lock the door, isn't it?

I quickly rush to my bathroom, shedding the suit jacket and my bloody shirt without thinking, stretching upwards. I get the first aid box out of the overhead cupboards and start back into the room.

Virgil is sitting in the bed with his back to me and I hurry to him, sitting on the bed beside him.

I blink myopically when I get a good look at him, his tie is gone and a couple of buttons are undone to reveal the tan skin inside but I grind my teeth, Virgil is hurt, I shouldn't be getting distracted.

I'm sitting on my knees on the bed and I take his arm and gently place his bound hand on my leg, carefully loosening the knot that Shana had made.

"I don't know what you were thinking." I start to complain, terror climbing up my throat again at what he had done for me. "Next time, try catching the knife at the handle or something." I keep complaining, wincing at the shredded skin of his palm, the cut is really deep and I hope no muscle has been affected.

"There won't be a next time." He says seriously and I scoff.

"I'm not talking about me getting in danger." I clarify, gently dabbing the tender skin with cotton dipped in a disinfectant. "I'm talking about you getting hurt."

He doesn't make a sound during the cleaning even though it must hurt so bad, because I keep wincing and flinching for him.

"How can you see when you're blinking so much?" He comments and I throw a glare at him, wincing when I have to wipe a particularly deep cut.

"I'm not blinking and shhh, you're distracting me." I scold gently, carefully wrapping a bandage around his hand so that it didn't turn out too tight or uncomfortable.

"Make a fist." I tell him absently, raising his hand up to my eye level, he does this and I'm satisfied with the ease of movement. "There, now try not to get that wet." I start to advise, packing up the first aid box. "We should definitely go see a doctor, I'm sure Doctor Rizha wouldn't mind…"

"You worry too much." He stops my flurried movements and takes the first aid box from my hands, placing it on the ground beside my feet without breaking eye contact. "Plus you're hurt too." He notices.

"W-What…" I start to say but I forget the rest when he pushes me backwards against the bed and it hits me then that I'm shirtless.

Oh no!

He moves back a bit and his uninjured hand flutters over my body, tracing a sore spot. 

I look down to see that it's the spot that Nicole had tried to stab me, the force had given me a bruise and once again, I'm grateful for the square of metal and glass that had saved not just my life but also gave Dale the truth.

"We should give my phone a medal." I mutter softly and Virgil's eyes flash from the bruise up to my face.

He keeps eye contact with me and slowly inched his head downwards towards the bruise and I forget how to breathe.

"W-What a-are y-you d-doing?" I stutter hard, my hands flying up to my red ears.

He looks up at me and I remind myself to not swallow my tongue. "You bandaged my hand." He points out logically. "I'm just returning the favor." He grins at me, the sharpened edges of his canines peeking out.

"H-How?" I stutter harder when he gets even closer to my bare body, the bruise is too close to my left nipple for comfort and I dread his next words.

"To kiss it better."