All Chapters of Blood and Moon: Araya: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

Zariah stared down at me with narrowed eyes roaming over my body skeptically in contemplation. Then she turned, and for a moment I thought she was just going to walk out the door, leaving me alone. Instead, she grabbed a chair and sat it down right in front of me. “You ask a lot of questions, almost like a precocious child.”Yeah, yeah. So, I’d been told. “I can answer these questions if you really want to know. I can tell you how everything came to be, because none of it will matter in due time. But my question is are you ready for the truth, because I’m certain you won’t like what you learn.”Was I ready? Probably not. Did I really want to know about what truth she spoke of? Same answer. I already knew Zariah was capable of horrible things. And if in some crazy world she was as old as she claimed, she had time to commit other horrible things. But was it necessary? Yes. I didn’t want to know, I needed to. If I was going to be able to do anything to help, I had to figure out exactly

“Stay close to me.” Acelin tugged me behind him. “No matter what. If for whatever reason I lose my hold on you or I need to use my hands, you grab on to me. I want to feel your body against mine at all times, stuck like glue. Climb onto my back if you must.” I struggled to hear his low whispers, but the last part made me smile. How he remained calm and composed, even able to crack a joke at a time like this, was beyond me. He wasn’t playing around, though. I knew he felt guilty that someone had lured me in by pretending to be him. So in case anything happened, he wanted me close so no one could get their hands on me again. We made our way through the dark building hugging the halls. Thankfully Acelin led, because I could barely see a thing. Of course vampires could see in the dark. The flooring felt like concrete, a bit damp and the air smelledk moldy. So we were underground, but where? Where had the lunatic witch brought us?“We need to find a quiet space. Zariah and

“Acelin what the actual hell happened to you back there,” I questioned as me him and Onyx ran to meet up with the others. In the two minutes since we’d left the room we were hiding in they’d already killed a few others. Was it weird that seeing vampires get killed no longer bothered me that much?“When I ran out of the room, I realized I had made a miscalculation and there were a few more than what I had originally thought. They were lingering at the end of the long hall in wait, so I needed to take care of them before they attempted to alert others.”“Yes. When I passed him, three had been killed and he was actively fighting two others.”“Wow! You took out five vampires by yourself. How strong are you?”“Just barely above average.” Onyx responded and I saw Acelin glare at her letting me know he was much stronger that she mocked him about.“When he saw me, he knew there was no longer any need to fear. I am stronger than my brother, so he knew I would get to you and save the day.”“Humi

The darkness bled into the light as my eyes scanned the empty, bright space that changed before my eyes. Call me Dorothy, because I definitely wasn’t in Kansas anymore.Was I dead? “No offense, but this is not what I was expecting heaven to look like,” I mumbled to myself because surely it wasn’t hell. There was no way, right?“You get your sense of humor from your father,” Someone laughed and I spun around. Not one, but three people stood before me, a man and two women. My feet moved on their own as I took a step towards them almost subconsciously. The man was young and handsome. The women were beautiful, one a bit older, but both with brown skin, long, thick hair, and gorgeous eyes. But I wasn’t surprised at their beauty. I’d seen them before… at least in pictures.“Antoinette and Angelique.” I whispered more to myself looking at them both respectively. The younger woman smiled widely, embracing me with her grace. My mother. Wow. She was so pretty. She opened her arms

Sleep didn’t come for me that night. A terrible storm brewed outside the window, matching my somber mood perfectly. Usually, a rainstorm would have had me knocked out, but right then, it only added to my discomfort. Rain poured down, lightening flashed, and thunder clapped loudly. The wind whistled harshly, scraping bare branches against the window. I recalled the story my mom used to tell me and my sister when we were little girls. When it thundered God was moving furniture around. When lightning flashed, he was turning on the lights. And when it rained, he was crying. We were taught to believe in a different God than the ones I more recently learned about, but is that what was happening? Were the gods crying?I laid on my back staring up into the dark as if would reveal the answers of the universe. The things that just happened haunted me. I wondered if they could have been handled differently or if somewhere we took a wrong turn. Would it always be like this?So typical of me to