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Authors: Kayla Krantz
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was invested in this tiny girl he had been trying to serenade. That changed a lot…changed a lot indeed. He couldn’t help but stare at her. The world had suddenly become a perfect place as he understood her. Maybe she didn’t understand it, but he sure did.
“One rare steak and chowder,” the waiter said suddenly as he set the plates of food on their table.
Chance smiled at him. “Thank you.”
Then he turned to his steak and cut a piece of if off to put in his mouth. Even from there, Luna could see the blood still leaking out of it. He didn’t speak as he continued to stare at her through wide penetrating eyes. Luna looked down at her soup and picked at it with a spoon to avoid his gaze. The whole time they ate, neither of them spoke. Time seemed to pass by painfully slow. He didn’t look at Luna again as he ate. Finally, he finished and she stared at the bloody puddle that the steak had left on his plate. She shuddered at the thought of it.
“Okay, let’s get going,” he said focusing on the unhappiness that was nearly radiating off of her. His plan wasn’t working.
Luna nodded and pushed the half-empty bowl away from her as Chance pulled out his wallet and called the waiter over. He pulled out a wad of bills and sorted through them until he had the right amount to pay. Luna stared at the money in amazement.
“Where did you get all that?” Luna asked him as she watched him sort through the bills carefully.
He smiled hoping that maybe he had finally interested her after all. “Why do you want to know?”
“It’s amazing,” Luna said and then flinched as she realized she had complimented him.
“If I told you then I’d have to kill you,” he said smiling at her sweetly and meaning every word of it before he handed the money to the waiter. The waiter thanked him for the tip, and Chance stood up. Luna did too and followed him out the door and into the still night air.
“It’ll be a while until we get home now, won’t it?” she asked him.
“Yeah, probably,” he replied.
Luna sighed. “Great.”
“Shh….” he said and his attention flicked away from her. “I hear something.”
She frowned, not hearing anything out of the ordinary. “What do you hear?”
He didn’t answer her as he crept over to the street. Luna followed him, curious to see what he was doing. Suddenly, she heard a soft shrieking sound and realized something was in pain. Chance was standing next to a small bird whose right wing was torn to ribbons. He was really good on picking up the sounds of pain.
“What do we do?” Luna asked him full of emotion as she peered at the bird sadly.
“Only one thing to do,” he said, lifting his heavy black boot which he swiftly brought down on the bird’s head.
With a sickening crunch, its cries of pain stopped immediately. Chance pulled his foot away and turned to go back towards the valet without a word. That hadn’t been the first time he had killed something, and he knew with certainty that it wouldn’t be the last.
Luna felt a tear run down her face again (though Chance didn’t notice it this time). She stared at the bloody mess that was all that was left of the bird. It was easy to see in his every action that killing didn’t bother him in the least.
Chapter Nine
They were still driving.
An hour had gone by and idly Luna had begun to think maybe Chance had gotten lost. An “accident” on his part. She sighed at the thought as she looked out the window. Things were starting to look familiar. They were close to home now and she couldn’t put words to how glad she felt.
She hadn’t spoken since he had killed that bird, and he hadn’t either. Luna knew he was a hunter and killing wasn’t news to him…or to her but actually seeing it made it a lot worse. It seemed like he hadn’t spoken much since
“One rare steak and chowder,” the waiter said suddenly as he set the plates of food on their table.
Chance smiled at him. “Thank you.”
Then he turned to his steak and cut a piece of if off to put in his mouth. Even from there, Luna could see the blood still leaking out of it. He didn’t speak as he continued to stare at her through wide penetrating eyes. Luna looked down at her soup and picked at it with a spoon to avoid his gaze. The whole time they ate, neither of them spoke. Time seemed to pass by painfully slow. He didn’t look at Luna again as he ate. Finally, he finished and she stared at the bloody puddle that the steak had left on his plate. She shuddered at the thought of it.
“Okay, let’s get going,” he said focusing on the unhappiness that was nearly radiating off of her. His plan wasn’t working.
Luna nodded and pushed the half-empty bowl away from her as Chance pulled out his wallet and called the waiter over. He pulled out a wad of bills and sorted through them until he had the right amount to pay. Luna stared at the money in amazement.
“Where did you get all that?” Luna asked him as she watched him sort through the bills carefully.
He smiled hoping that maybe he had finally interested her after all. “Why do you want to know?”
“It’s amazing,” Luna said and then flinched as she realized she had complimented him.
“If I told you then I’d have to kill you,” he said smiling at her sweetly and meaning every word of it before he handed the money to the waiter. The waiter thanked him for the tip, and Chance stood up. Luna did too and followed him out the door and into the still night air.
“It’ll be a while until we get home now, won’t it?” she asked him.
“Yeah, probably,” he replied.
Luna sighed. “Great.”
“Shh….” he said and his attention flicked away from her. “I hear something.”
She frowned, not hearing anything out of the ordinary. “What do you hear?”
He didn’t answer her as he crept over to the street. Luna followed him, curious to see what he was doing. Suddenly, she heard a soft shrieking sound and realized something was in pain. Chance was standing next to a small bird whose right wing was torn to ribbons. He was really good on picking up the sounds of pain.
“What do we do?” Luna asked him full of emotion as she peered at the bird sadly.
“Only one thing to do,” he said, lifting his heavy black boot which he swiftly brought down on the bird’s head.
With a sickening crunch, its cries of pain stopped immediately. Chance pulled his foot away and turned to go back towards the valet without a word. That hadn’t been the first time he had killed something, and he knew with certainty that it wouldn’t be the last.
Luna felt a tear run down her face again (though Chance didn’t notice it this time). She stared at the bloody mess that was all that was left of the bird. It was easy to see in his every action that killing didn’t bother him in the least.
Chapter Nine
They were still driving.
An hour had gone by and idly Luna had begun to think maybe Chance had gotten lost. An “accident” on his part. She sighed at the thought as she looked out the window. Things were starting to look familiar. They were close to home now and she couldn’t put words to how glad she felt.
She hadn’t spoken since he had killed that bird, and he hadn’t either. Luna knew he was a hunter and killing wasn’t news to him…or to her but actually seeing it made it a lot worse. It seemed like he hadn’t spoken much since
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