Destined By The Moon Goddess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

It was about thirty years ago. We had gone clubbing like we used to, and danced our hearts out while drinking our intestines to shreds. Derek couldn't hold his liquor anymore, so he told us he was going to leave early. I had wanted to use the restroom, but I guess I couldn't hold my liquor too, so instead of going into the women's restroom, I stupidly went into the men's restroom. I drunkenly banged at one of the toilets, throwing it wide open, only to find Derek gulping at some guy's cock as if his life depended on it - a funny, sexy way of discovering that your friend is into men. I expected him to stop, but it seemed as if they were either too drunk or in the heat of the moment to notice me, or even both, and so they continued with their sexual endeavor. I wasn't shocked, but at least I was surprised. Derek had never shown any tendency of being gay, and yet, there he was, sucking a guy's dick like a fucking bitch - I guess being gay wasn't only limited to femme guys. The

My heart sank into my stomach for a moment. I was dumbfounded, totally speechless. I was sure Diego wouldn't do that to me, I was convinced that she was lying. " Used to, actually", she said as she came back with a glass of milk, placing it before me and sitting back down, " we dated fifty years ago, but sadly, he broke up with me, and I will never be able to tell why", she said with strings of attached emotions in her voice, likely still surfing on the sea of feelings for him, but at least now she was making sense - Diego wasn't cheating on me. " Do drink up", she motioned me to pick up the glass of milk and I timidly did, resolving within myself to wholeheartedly accept death if she had in anyway poisoned the drink, " I'm sure it wouldn't bother you anymore, I mean, since you're mated to him", she said, nitpicking her fingers as I absentmindedly gulped down the whole glass of milk, still acting timid; I was just too starved to sympathize with her, or to even feel sorry for her.

Diego's POV Something wasn't right, and even in my sleep I knew that. It was as if I was wasting my time in sleep, as if there was something I was supposed to do which I wasn't doing, and that made sleeping very uncomfortable. I lazily opened my eyes, grateful that the white light in the room wasn't so bright, and the sun that peered through the window blinds wasn't so harsh. I tried to recall what happened while looking around, trying to figure out where I was, and there she was, Patricia, staring down at me with an unreadable expression. I jerked back, not in fear or shock, but in something in-between that fear and shock. " You heal so fast, and you were just damn lucky that I didn't have a silver blade with me", she said, cold and withdrawn. Her face wasn't painted in shades with the different colors of the rainbow, and even her clothes spoke volumes of how much she had deviated from her usual flamboyant self. " Why Patricia? Did I do anything to wrong you? Yes, I betra

Everyone was silent, and only the sound of me sniffing snut in my nose could be heard. I bet they were contemplating, obviously not reconsidering. My father was also almost teary, and from where he sat in powerlessness, he gave me a reassuring smile, clearly telling me that all was well. " We cannot be sure of that", the Maester blurted out, gaining everyone's attention, " we do not know if you have been bewitched, and for starters, there is no logical explanation for you as a vampire to be compatible with a werewolf", he said, leaving me speechless and giving the others a valid point to fall back on, " and even if you are in fact, true about your feelings; which I believe you are not, that still does not justify the fact that you killed a councilors, a senior member of our pride, together with other members of our pride, and also hindered our chance at ever defeating the Northcave pack", his anger was more evident, boiling rage as he spoke, " for one, I would have ordered your exec

" Thanks for the ride", I said as I hurled Hansel out of the car, tightly gripped. " No problem", he said, looking around the area like a surveyor, " but where are you gonna go from here, like, there's no house here?" I was hoping he wouldn't ask such a question, but knowing fully well how unpredictable mundanes could be, I prepared a lie. " Well, tomorrow's his birthday so I decided with a few friends to hold a camp party. He was a scout and really loved camping, so we decided to remind him of old days", I dished out the lie, fresh from the oven. " Oh, that makes a lot of sense. No problem, enjoy yourselves, and happy birthday to him". " Thank you", I said as he drove off, his backlight disappearing into the distance with a slow blur. I turned around, facing the familiar woods that I had always maneuver whenever it was time to meet Diego. The familiar crocking sounds of toads and night creatures were very much audible, and the moon was absent in the sky, giving the fores