A Moonlight Tale



“Marko, we were just about to have a moment of silence for you,” Paul greeted him as he entered the cave.

“What?” he replied distractedly.

“Sunrise is in about eight minutes, bud. We thought you had been toasted,” Paul explained.

“So, Marko, where have you been?” David asked in a cold tone.

“Feeding,” he replied. It was technically not a lie. He fed on the way home.

“All night?” David raised an eyebrow.

Paul lit a cigarette and stood well back from the fight that was bound to ensue.

“Didn’t want to be around the pack,” Marko answered, knowing that David was likely to attack him for a derogatory comment—no matter how slight—about his pack.

David did attack. Moving with speed a human would never achieve, he grabbed Marko by the throat and pinned him against a wall.

“You’ve been with that girl, haven’t you?” David questioned, his fingers tightening around Marko’s throat.

Marko didn’t answer. He couldn’t even if he wanted to, David’s hands were too tight.

“David.” Dwayne spoke up hesitantly.

David ignored him and continued talking to Marko. “Well, if it’s so serious you would lie about where you’ve been, maybe we should meet her.”

Marko’s throat was being crushed, slowly and painfully.

“David, stop.” Dwayne touched David’s shoulder. “Is it worth killing your own childe over?”

David released Marko angrily. Marko’s knees buckled and he sank to the ground, clutching his bruised throat.

David did not respond to Dwayne’s question, but leant down to meet Marko’s eyes. “I will not have a mortal tear my pack apart.”

“It won’t,” Marko assured him in a hoarse voice. “I won’t turn her.”

“You certainly will not. I am your sire, and I have already forbade it.”

Marko didn’t trust himself to speak. Anything he was considering saying sounded sarcastic in his own head and he couldn’t rely on Dwayne to calm David down twice in one night, so he nodded instead.

“And you won’t see her again, Marko.” David softened his tone a little. “For years we have been a small pack. Many master vampires have died because of bad judgement, I won’t let that happen to my pack.”

“I understand, David.” Marko responded, and looked into his sire’s eyes. “And you are right. I’m sorry.” Apologising for his feelings felt strange, but ultimately he knew that David was right. And the sooner he got Luna out of Santa Carla the better.

Things might return to normal after that.

Luna spent the day turning over what Marko had said in her mind. She supposed that he was right. It wasn’t as if she was actively looking for her father. And Marko had been right, there was no way he could compare to Michael.

The man she called ‘Dad’ all her life had been a wonderful father. Kind, generous, he’d had a wonderful sense of humour. And he had loved her like his own.

The man who had created her had tormented her mother for months, and as far as she could tell, pushed her mother into using drugs.

But she couldn’t see the urgency to leave either. Whoever it was that were her family’s enemies would be older now, and hopefully wiser, so probably had better things to do than torment her because of who her parents were. And if they weren’t wiser, they were probably in jail or rehab now.

Besides, she had Marko here, and she really liked him, and he had said that he loved her. Which made her feel a lot better. He was pretty much the best thing that had happened since her parents’ death.

She decided to stay another week and then head home.

By the time Marko awoke Paul, Dwayne and David were in the main cave, waiting for the sun to finish setting so they could leave.

Paul, as usual, was hyperactive, and singing You Could Be Mine at the top of his lungs as he danced around the lip of the fountain. Dwayne was watching him in amusement, the look on his face told Marko that any minute now he would knock Paul over. David was quite happily ignoring them, also knowing that they would start fighting any minute, but not caring as it was commonplace in the cave.

Marko smiled. It was just like old times. He decided to get there before Dwayne. As he walked past Paul, he held his arm out, catching the backs of Paul’s knees, making his legs buckle.

Paul tilted sideways, then collapsed on top of Marko. They wrestled for a few minutes before David half-heartedly separated them.

“You’re no fun, boss,” Paul complained good-naturedly. “I was winning then.”

“In your dreams,” Marko retorted.

“Dwayne, who was winning?” Paul turned to him, trying to get him on side.

“Doesn’t matter, I could beat you both,” he replied.

“Boys,” David interjected tiredly, but showing his rare wintry smile. “We’re hunting as a pack tonight.” He looked pointedly at Marko. “After that you can go and do what you like, but we’re feeding together.”

Marko understood perfectly. David not only wanted to keep an eye on him, but he also wanted to bring his pack together to get over the problems of the previous nights. He hoped Luna would understand about him being late.

“Let’s go,” David commanded, and turned to leave, his pack followed him.

Luna drummed her fingers on the bedside table. She had smoked and eaten and called Sam once more and now there was nothing left to do except wait for Marko. She checked the clock. Ten past nine. He was late.

She tried to ignore the feeling that he’d used her. Reminding herself that he had said he loved her. Trying not to think of that as a line. Trying to remember that he had seemed genuinely concerned for her safety.

She got up and started pacing.

Marko didn’t leave as soon as he had permission after the feeding, hoping that by staying longer David would forgive him. Not that he seemed to need forgiving. David appeared in good humour, as did the rest of the pack.

Though as soon as he left, David issued one order.

“Follow him.”

Marko arrived at Luna’s, rushing through the door at high speed. “We have to go.” He told her. “Pack whatever you need.”

“What?” she asked in confusion.

“I’ve got to take you back home. It’s not safe here,” he said.

“I’m not going home,” she responded, hurt by his sharp tone. “And what’s going on?”

“Luna, trust me on this. Grab a bag and then we have to go.” He stopped, finally taking in what she was wearing. Star’s gypsy skirt. And the reason her leather jacket was so big on her was because it was Michael’s. David will kill first and ask questions later if he sees her in that. God she looks so much like Star.

She didn’t notice the way he was staring at her. “What’s going on, Marko? Why have I got to leave?”

“If I found out who your father was would you go?” he pleaded.


“I know who killed Michael’s grandfather too,” he said. “And I have to get you out of this town.”

“What?” She noticed she was abusing that word at this point. “How do you know—”

“Look, they will come after you, Lu. And they won’t just beat you up.”

The look on his face convinced her more than his words. She grabbed her bag and began stuffing her clothes and her mother’s journals into it. “Will you give me the full story?”

“Not now,” he said. “Put it this way, if I drop you off at your house, and your uncle sees me, he’ll tell you the whole thing.”

“Why can’t you tell me? And how does Uncle Sam know everything?” she asked, zipping her bag with shaking fingers, deciding that everything that wasn’t her mother’s journals could stay here.

“Believe me, you don’t want to hear it from me,” he told her sadly. “And I doubt Sam knows who your father is, but if you ask him about a man from Star’s past with the initial D it will all click. Are you ready?”

She nodded and shouldered the bags.

“I love you,” he said. “It might be too early to say it, but it’s true. I just want you to know that.”

The finality in his voice scared her, and she responded honestly. “I love you too.”

Marko took her hand and led her outside. He was well aware that if David caught him he might end up dead. He was going against everything he believed in. He was abandoning his pack to save a mortal. A mortal enemy no less.

Even if he didn’t get caught, David would want to know where he had been. He would have to say he killed her. That if he couldn’t have her, he couldn’t let her live. David would understand that. Whether he would believe it was another thing.

“I still don’t understand what the big hurry is.” Luna complained.

“Trust me?” He asked.

“I do. But you’ve not given me a single reason why I’m running away. Scared me, sure, but no reasons.”

I scared you?” They reached his bike and he climbed on.

“No. You made me scared of whoever we’re running from,” she replied, shifting the bag in preparation of climbing on behind him.

“Well,” a new voice commented. “You should be.”

Second owner of the site, after Sammy handed it over. Lost Boys fan since the early 90s, owned this site since 2001. A bit nerdy. Fan of Marko. Wish I owned Star's skirt.