Hybrid's Bloody Moon

"What will you be having for breakfast, my Lord?" Ashley teased Logan as he laid next to her on their bed.

"I will love to eat you," Logan answered, kissing her on her lips while curbing her full-figured breast simultaneously.

She moaned. "Stop it."

"Are you sure?" He taunted with a smirk cornered on his adorable plump lips that had the same color as Fuchsia magellanica — reddish purple.

Ashley's cheeks turned scarlet. "Of course, I am not." She released a loud moan to the love of her life and let him handle her body by running his hands through a path he was exceptionally familiar with.

Logan knew all the curves on Ashley's body, and that was because they had dated for a while — three years and still counting. To Logan, Ashley was his ride or die, even though, at the beginning they did not see themselves getting this far in a relationship.

Four years ago, Ashley had rammed into a Mercedes E350 in her half-beat Nissan juke. She was terrified to step out of her car because she could not explain what had just happened. Moreover, the main question that lingered in her mind apart from the damages she knew she would have to pay for was whatever happened if the owner of the car was a vampire leader who could roam about in the afternoon or a werewolf, what would she do?

She was terrified for in this central city where she lived, there has been a war going on between the two stronger species, Werewolves and Vampires, and collectively they all loathed the humans for their treachery. Ashley being a news reporter was well aware that other humans have been killed for accidents that weren't up to this. She wondered if this accident will be a reason for her demise, If the person that sat at the end of the other wheel is either a vampire or a werewolf, they might pounce on her and have her for launch. Deciding to accept her destiny from her action and ready to leave the wicked place called earth, Ashley stepped down from her Grey-coloured Nissan juke and walked towards the scene of the accident she had caused. Ashley's heart rate increased rapidly, as she moved toward the other car. She thought about embracing her faith with a smile if everything goes sideways.

"Young woman, what did you just do?" A chocolate-skinned man, with dark curly hair, asked as he stepped down from the dark Mercedes that had been affected.

"I am sorry." Ashley tried to apologize as she started feeling annoyed that she still had a lot of time to live in this cruel world.

"You should be sorry for yourself, I believe you will need to explain to the police, you were definitely on drugs. No human in their ultimate sense will drive this fast in the central city on a Tuesday afternoon. For fuck sake, yesterday was Monday!" Ashley couldn't help but notice his height, irrespective of the hiatus she had found herself.

"I am sorry." Ashley had tried to apologize for she was high on weed, the blunt had dropped from her hand after the impact leaving a dent on her leathered seat.

"You should be sorry for yourself as well," he brought out his phone and started to dial 911. "I hate irresponsible people, you are supposed to be working but here you are ramming into my car whilst the weed could be smelled all over you." For the first time in her life, Ashley had wished she was speaking to a vampire and not a werewolf because of their strong sense of smell. Here all she could smell was the expensive cologne and a magnificent scent that came from his well-built body.

"My brakes failed me, do not call the cops, let's handle this like adults, besides we are far from home as you can see the sun will soon settle and the vampires will be out, " Ashley tries to calm her nerves down and negotiate her way out of the vampire's den, for she was at fault in the first place but this was getting serious. "I can call to have it fixed," Ashley suggested.

"Do you think I can't fix my car?" The man shot back rudely.

"It wouldn't be fair if I let you do it yourself." Ashley tried to manoeuvre her way out of the conflict.

"What is not fair, is you almost killing me!" he shouted, passersby had increased in number as they watched the drama unfold between the two. Ashley had begun to run out of patience as the sun began to set over the horizon. Knowing fully well she was in the middle of the vampires' territory. Ashley walked into her car and picked up her car from the glove box.

"Here is my card, call me when you make up your mind on what you want me to do." She handed it to the owner of the Mercedes.

He looked at her with disgust and hissed and said "The cops are already on the way." Ashley had reached her breaking point. She dropped the card on the black Mercedes bonnet and got back into her car. As she tries to reverse the shattering sound of her foglamp could be heard, "Son of a bitch! I even have more damage on my car than his." She cursed. Ashley zoomed off and headed toward home, regretting why she had even left home to confess her feelings to Andrew in the first place.

Ashley finally arrived at her two-bedroom flat apartment. Frustrated at what had transpired today. She felt the urge to hate the sight of another blunt. But that was the only thing that could calm her nerves down, her life was in a terrible place, and she was experiencing trauma for this rejection was taking its toll on her, she had loved Andrew for a while now, and everything seemed perfect with him, from the way he speaks down to the way he walks and he was the smartest man she had come across.

Andrew was the kind of man that she would hit his car and would ask you if you were okay—that was how much of a perfect gentleman he was, unlike the bastard she had given her number to be set free.

Finally, when she made up her mind to tell him how she felt, Ashley had thought of it as being brave to go across town, through the vampire's territory to confess her love. Unfortunately, she got the rejection of a lifetime, his words had left a scar in Ashley's heart and it was on a non-stop repeat in her mind.

"Ashley if you were the last girl on this earth that we walk upon and the moon goddess destined you to be my mate. I would rather walk away and be single. The best I could give you was to be my Hi friend, the girl I talk to out of pity. Ashley, you are a mare human and hopeless. There is nothing I will need you for, besides my entire species hate the humans; be grateful I haven't feasted on you." He had said to her in a calm and soothing voice. He inflicted pain in Ashley's heart with his soothing voice. Disgraced, rejected, agony found their way into her heart as she stood at the front of his house, still admiring what almost everyone will term as a perfect physique. He shot the door on her and she felt like she couldn't do it anymore. Went back to her car, smoked three blunts, kicked on the ignition and began to drive back home. She was enjoying the ride home until she rammed into the annoying Mercedes owner.

"What a hectic day," she said as she jumped into her cosy bed, she wished to just lay down forever and never wake up out of the humiliation she had encountered. After a while she could not find sleep, she had begun to ross and turn on her bed, struggling to close her eyes, but all she had was another failed attempt. Her phone chimed, as she picked it up, she saw it as a message from an unknown number:

"I am sorry for what happened today, I was devastated at the loss of a family member. I had just recognized his face in the morgue when you rammed over, I am sorry I took my frustration out on you ~Logan"