Blood Huntress: Luna

Synopsis

It was three in the morning. Only a sliver of moonlight seeped through the iron-barred skylight in the basement. I got down on my knees on the cold floor, cradling a tiny, warm, and lifeless body in my hands. Its fingers were still curled together. Its eyes never opened. It never even got a name. Meanwhile, its father was upstairs in his bedroom, spoon-feeding the blood he'd drained from me to another woman. "Sebastian..." I called out to him, using the last bit of strength from our bond. He sensed it. Then, he severed the connection. I laughed. I laughed out loud. As I laughed, my tears fell onto the small, lifeless body. I finally learned the cruelest lesson. He wasn't incapable of love. He just didn't love me.