The Fae Luna's Second Chance

"You don't matter and you could never amount to anything even if you tried, you worthless child" she screamed while crying and pointing her finger at me. "I'll kill you just like you killed my sister you witch!" Another crash. A loud bang. I was getting tired of this already so I took a deep breath and picked up my phone and the knife I had pried off the hands of my aunt a few minutes ago. "That's right, leave like your father left you" she bawled out. Okay ouch, that one kind of hurt. I slammed the door behind me, wincing at the sound that made my head hurt and put on my tennis shoes. I guess I was sleeping in the park again. The small park across the creek is my favourite place in Ravensvale. It was about a 45 minutes walk from the house but I didn't mind, it was the only place at which I found true peace these past few years so I started my journey. The night unfolded slowly, leaving a carefree sheen over the forest that spread out at a distance. It's been years since I began to walk this path worn by both time and the echoes of forgotten stories. I heard my light steps echo, carrying the weight of contemplation and despair as the moon hung low, a silent witness to the pain I had within. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a beautiful glow over the old tall trees making me smile. Mum was so obsessed with the moon, she would call me "my moonlight" every now and then. The town behind me seemed to fade away, and the field embraced me with its wide mysterious arms. I sighted a figure seated on a log a few steps away from me with his head hung low making me chuckle slightly under my breath. That guy probably has it worse than me. I took a deep breath as the familiar scent of the woods hit me, my peace, my serenity. I felt an almost negligible shift in the air—a ripple of electricity in the environment that disappeared as soon as I felt it. I continued on the path passing by the figure. "You're trespassing," a voice that sounded with a low rumble, echoed through the clearing. I was surprised that my footsteps were heard by the man who appeared to be sleeping when I passed. I turned to face him only to be met with a large human frame right in front of me. Raising my head I gazed at him with a courage that hid my mortal fragility. "As are you," I retorted, my gaze meeting his with an intensity and audacity that only an ignorant mind could have. He looked taken aback for a brief moment but quickly recovered as a smirk graced his lips. Is he really smirking at me?? Bipolar much? "Last I checked, this land was out of boundaries to humans, what are you doing wandering this far? His voice had an air of authority to it that nearly brought me to my knees. "Humans? What are you, a Unicorn?" I scoffed out in disbelief. "Do I look human to you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side with an amused look. "Well yes, you look as human as humans can get" I answered with slight irritation. "Look again chica, I'm no human" This is not even the night for me to play games with a strange and clearly bipolar person. "Alright then, I'll be on my way, I'm off to take my depressing walk like I was doing" I said with a fake salute spinning on my heels to continue my path. "I don't even have time for this" I muttered under my breath taking deep breaths along the way. This time, I felt him before I saw him appear beside me, "that's no way to say goodbye to a new friend" "Friend?" I asked, raising a brow in his direction. "Well, yes, or are you scared?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Forgive my manners, I'm Elias, Elias Donovan and it's my pleasure to meet you" he said with outstretched arms for a handshake. "Emerald Aliphronsto, Emma for short and no, I see no reason to be" he had a very firm grip and a warm palm. "Well then Emma, do you mind if I join you, I promise I won't be a bother." We fell into sync quite quickly as he reduced his strides to match mine. It was quiet and calm for a few minutes, he looked to me like someone with a lot of responsibilities he would rather run away from. Maybe he got a girl pregnant….or two girls? I chuckled within myself. I was starting to feel dizzy and my breaths got uneven. Stopping in my tracks I brought my hand to the side of my head only to feel something sticky, blood? "What the actual…?" "Emma, are you okay?" I heard a few steps ahead of me just before I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I thought I heard what sounded like a growl as a pair of red orbs flashed from among the trees just before my eyes shut close. . . "I already told you she's fine Alpha, she only passed out because she had lost a lot of blood and had not eaten, in a few minutes, she should be up" a shushed voice said. Who the hell is that? I looked around to find the source of the conversation but I couldn't see anything. I tried standing up but a sudden wave of pain washed over me and forced my eyes open. "Elias" I breathed out on sighting a familiar face. He had one woman with him, in her late thirties or so. I looked out the window to see that the sun was up and I panicked. "I have to go, my aunt must have been worried sick" I said dashing up in a frenzy despite my sore muscles and ran out the door. I looked back to see him at the door frame watching me leave with confusion etched on his face just before I took a turn at the end of the street. I wonder if we'll meet again.

You just know the stench of rich assholes when you smell them — cold, clean, then of course you can't miss the mix of cologne that's threatening to choke the life out of you.

Going for this event was certainly not the best idea but it's not like I had a choice. Every 6 months, a bunch of CEOs, multi million dollar business owners alongside their pompous wives gather together in one building to brag about their achievements so far. At least that's my idea of it. 'The King's Man Ball' they call it. The only reason I'm here is because my boss asked me to join as a plus one. I'd rather be counting the number of rice grains in a sack than be here.

"I'm pretty sure that cutlery has nothing to do with whatever is on your mind" I heard a familiar voice from behind me. It was then I realized that I had been gripping the fork in my hand a little too tightly. Elias? I haven't seen him since we first met at the clearing last week.

"And who's to say it's c