Lured by the Moon

He could see everything within sight—trees, restaurants, buildings, and cars parked on the side of the road. Blair was unconscious, lying against his shoulder.

Her body was soaked through the clothes, but he could see a small, dark tattoo across her back. It was a half-bloody moon and a black sun orbiting next to each other across her upper left back.

Exhaustion lingers within him; he held her body, her weight slowing him down as he tries to swim closer to the edge of the pool. As he reached closer, he exhaled another breath. He looked down at the girl and glared at her, "You're lucky you have information about my brother. Otherwise I would have killed you here."

Sadly, Blair was still unconscious, where she could've heard his harsh words. Shaking his head, he tried to climb on the hard surface; every bone in his body ached from fatigue.

With every last strength, he pulled himself up and turned around; he pulled her body that soaked the hard surface. As she lies on the surface like a girl who survived a tragedy, her skin turning pale and sheen with sweat of frigid water. Her body shivering in the cold. Sebastian knew what he had to do—get rid of the water in her chest. If he doesn't do this, she'll die.

He placed his two hands across her chest and started doing CPR. His hands pressed hard in the center at the rate of 120-120 beats per minute. After a while—twenty minutes later.

There was no sign. Sebastian doesn't realize, but his expression was filled with gloom and frustration. How much longer does she have? If she doesn't wake up, how will I find Quinn?

He'll do it again. If this doesn't work, he has to figure out something else. Another way to find Quinn. As he started doing CPR again. A minute later.

He was starting to lose hope until a burst of coughing came out. A loud cough, Sebastian looks down and sees that Blair is coughing like she is trying to catch her breath. Her eyes tinged with redness and her voice was raw. "W—What just happened?"

Sebastian tilts his head. She doesn't remember?

She continued to cough, her body shivering, and a large amount of water spewed out of her mouth.

Sebastian moved backward as he watched her chest move up and down desperately. Then her eyes closed due to exhaustion. She remains still as a statue. A wet statue. He realized that she's passed out. Ironically, passing out in front of your enemies, the one who almost killed you.

Shaking his head speechlessly, he stands up as he carries her away from the pool. An unfamiliar elderly woman saw them; she gasped out loud, "Oh, dear. What happened? Do you need me to call the ambulance?"

Why would she ask in the first place? If she sees an unconscious person, it's common sense to call 9-1-1.

His cynical thoughts didn't appear on his face. A sweet smile curves on his face. "Don't worry, ma'am. I'm going to take her to the hospital right away."

The woman nodded as she believed his words. How stupid!

As he carried her away from the pool and restaurant. He looks around to make sure no one was in the distance. He used his supernatural speed to get home. He knows he would have to explain the unconscious woman's strange appearance to his family.

•

As he appeared at the house, he walked in and saw his father was sitting in the living room, doing paperwork. He quirks his brow at the sight of him. He sets down the paperwork and stood up. "What the hell."

It wasn't a question, but more of a statement.

Sebastian tilts his head. "She's behind Quinn's disappearance."

The words were delivered in a calm tone, blunt to the point. At those words, his father's eyes flashed brilliant fury red before they turned normal—black.

"Put her in the cell." He declared, his tone calm beneath the growing fury.

A superficial smile curves on his lips, "Of course, father."

Sebastian carries Blair past his father till he walks past the stair. His head tilted toward the stare at the burning sensation on his back. He turned around and saw Atlas's eyes widen in surprise, but no fear was present.

"What are you doing?"

Sebastian swallowed hard. Shouldn't a person be afraid or revolted at his actions? Anyone could tell he doesn't have any good intentions.

Sebastian pushed the heavy thoughts away and told Atlas casually. "Go back to the room." Atlas was about to refuse, but the look in Sebastian's eyes froze his next word—eyes as hard as ice, despite the words being spoken softly. Something tells him Sebastian wouldn't appreciate his interference.

Atlas bobs his head with his heart heavy and heads back into the bedroom. Sebastian watches the door slam hard. He sighed out loud. He's going to have to explain the matter to him. Or make something up and keep him from asking questions.

Hopefully the little brat doesn't do anything stupid. From the look in his eyes, his feelings were a little hurt.

He heads towards the end of the house, where there's an extra door. The door was covered in all black. If anyone looks closer, the ends of the door are covered with dried blood. He walks through the door and sets Blair on the table.

He looks at the corner of the table, where there are sets of heavy chains. He takes the manacles that lie on the hard surface of the table and wraps them tightly around Blair's wrists and ankles. At the sound of the manacles closing, Blair groaned softly as her eyes blinked slowly.

The sound of her rapid beating heart brought a twisted, lazy smile across his lips—Good. She's afraid now. There's nothing more like a frightened mouse caught in a trap.

Her arms tried to move. As she looked around the dark room, there was no light except for the lightbulb above. Realization appears in her eyes. Her arms started to thrash subconsciously, but the chains kept her immobile. "What?! W—where am I?"

Her voice screeched in a high-pitched tone. He could tell that she was trying to keep her calm but failing.

Sebastian stretches out his arms in a welcoming gesture, but the lazy smile across his lips is anything but kind.

"Welcome to my home. Let's have that chat now. Where's my brother?"