The Moonlight Affair

Chapter Two—The Mysterious Lurker “You need to leave.” I stared deeply, intensely, almost manic as I couldn’t understand how a man’s eyes looked so captivating, like a moth to a flame with I being the moth. I paid no heed to his words, just his beautiful eyes. Who was this man? Why haven’t I seen him before? And most of all…How did he get so close to me without me noticing him sooner? Surely I would’ve caught him running down the high ground. He frowned, “I said you need to leave,” his voice sounding more gruff, “A woman like you shouldn’t be in these woods….alone, and naked.” There it was, the final realization snapped hard inside of me as my eyes trailed down to my naked body. I let out a sharp shriek, lunging towards my clothes sprawled on the rocks and covered myself with them. My eyes widened, almost popping out of its sockets. “You creep!” I cried out, “You’re the one in the trees watching, looking at me naked!!” He roll

Chapter Four—An Uncanny Myth I winced loudly, reluctantly putting on my apron for my first shift at the diner. Madeline cussed at me, calling me a whore and a lazy drunk as the news of my unconscious body being taken home by the lieutenant spread all over town. According to him, I was found right on the highway, snoring, with my head resting on my bike and my painting in front of me. A bunch of no-good teenagers found me and called the police. My hands went to the back of my head, according to the Sheriff I was drunk but I knew the events of last night leading up till now. I was at the creek, I painted, I met a very handsome creep who watched me bathe naked—Asher. His name was etched into my memories. My mysterious lurker in the shadows, Asher Blackwood. He was the start of my crazy night. Madeline waltzed in with a bowl of carrots, placing them right on the counter and in front of me, her ever vile self, “Grate these for the slaw, or are you too drunk to work y

Chapter Six—The Moon’s Muse **ASHER** What was I doing? Placing a message for her like that? I heaved a sigh of relief as I watched intently from outside the diner, the creep I was, as the painter picked up the note I left on the table. A piece of crumpled paper which I had resting in my pocket, and yet the only way I could invite her without alerting more suspicion to myself. I was starting to break the rule, less interaction with humans. It was a foolish rule anyway in my book, a law passed down by generations of werewolves who isolated themselves from civilization. I didn’t want to live that way, I also didn’t want to rewrite my family’s history, hence the less interaction rule. However with the painter it was different, there was something just awe about her, I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. She was beautiful, yes, she painted like goddess, yes, but still there was something that attracted me to her and I intended to get to the bottom of it. I

Chapter Eight—The Stroke of A Brush I nipped my bottom lip right after I nodded in response, my eyes felt glued, intently watching as he reached for the waist band of his male undergarment. I almost bit my bottom lip off when I finally yelled, “Wait!!” He looked right up at me, “What?” “I…I…” stuttering heavily, “We don’t have to finish the mural today.” It was a great lie, a perfect lie, one I wished and hoped he believed—that I couldn’t finish the mural, instead of me being a coward. “That’s fine by me.” He murmured, “What’s next?” “Uhhh… I need you to stand beside the water, cl..close to the waterbed almost and look straight towards me.” I responded, nervous to the wreck. He nodded and did exactly as I wanted, the perfect position. I picked up my thin line brush to map out his body. It was almost too enthralling, every stroke, every lave of my brush on the canvass. The moon was one thing, painting Asher Blackwood was another….almost be

Chapter Ten—The Unfinished Mural** AURORA** Two days later, close into another twilight and still no sign of Asher Blackwood. I grunted sharply, scrubbing the pots in the kitchen sink, exerting the rest of my frustration on the black gunk that refused to budge. Damn him, I thought. I swore that I would never see him again but he didn’t have to take my tantrum literally? His sketch was still unfinished, I haven’t even begun to catch the essence of his beautiful eyes yet. The one thing I solely needed him for. Damn him, I thought again. He broke a promise. I threatened him to stay away but he still broke a promise, two days gone and there was no sign of my muse…the creep. Damn him. “You better scrub those pots harder girl,” Madeline muttered from behind me, “Get on with it faster so you can go out, someone’s here for you.” My eyes lit up at the mention of someone being here for me. All of a sudden, my sour evening was turning a great deal. A sm