A Moonlight Tale

Angel of the Night

Angel of the Night

Luna decided to go out the next night. She was agitated by Marko’s visit. It had been so sweet for that short time, and she had fallen for him. In a big way. But she couldn’t ignore what had happened in the past. She wished she could, but she couldn’t.

She decided a night out might take her mind off her problems. She found a small smoky club with a live band on that night. Although she was underage she had no problems getting in. Her height helped, but she remembered that if she walked in confidently with her head high it would make her appear as if she was older. Act older and people think you are, a friend had once told her while trying to convince her to go to a bar with her. Luna had declined. Things had definitely changed.

She got herself a drink and found a seat. She lit a cigarette and took a sip of her drink, wincing at the bitter taste. She didn’t remember ordering alcohol.

I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know what to do
But I wander into the darkness
And my heart turns to you.

She watched the dark haired singer move to the beat. It wasn’t her kind of music, but she loved it. Maybe it just suited her mood. She noticed a flyer on her table and found out the band were called the Aediles. She grinned at the name, wondering if she was the only person in the club who understood why they were called that.

I know we can’t live tomorrow
In the shadow of yesterday
You stole my heart burnt my soul
But I love you anyway.

Her smiled faded a little as the lyrics progressed. It seemed the song had been written just for her. She took another gulp of her drink trying to drive away all thoughts of Marko.

“Hey!”

She looked up and met the gaze of a brown haired guy. He was tall and well built without being bulky. On the whole, he was quite good looking, but she didn’t like his eyes. They reminded her of David’s. Slightly cruel.

She smiled slightly. “Hey.” Then turned back to her drink. She pulled another cigarette from her pack and before she could light it, he offered her his lighter.

She once more used her polite smiled—the one she used at school when she kept promising to concentrate harder. “Thanks.”

“I’m Gavin.” He offered her his hand.

She politely shook, but didn’t offer her name hoping he would get the hint. She didn’t like the feel of his skin, it was too dry, and rasped against her skin.

“And you are?” he asked, ignoring the hint.

“Lu—cy.” She didn’t want to give him her name. “I’m Lucy.” She turned to face the stage once more.

“So, Lucy…” He moved around so he stood next to her. A little too close for comfort. “What brings you to Santa Carla?”

“How do you know I’m not from here?” she replied in a bored tone, one she hoped conveyed just how much she didn’t want to talk. “I doubt you know everyone in this town.”

He tried once more. “So, you like the music?”

“Big fan,” she replied shortly.

“Weird name,” he commented.

“I love this band,” she replied, not only because she wanted to disagree with him, but because the music was soothing her ragged nerves, despite the accuracy of their lyrics. “And for your information, in ancient Athens there were people put in charge of running different things in the city. The Aediles were in charge of organising festivals, plays, and general party things. So basically Aediles were the people who brought all the fun and entertainment to the city. So I think the name fits perfectly. Excuse me.”

You are the angel of the night
And you are my guiding light
And though we’ll never make it through
I was born just to love you.

She pushed away from him into the crowd dancing in front of the stage, only to bump into Marko.

The storm is drawing closer
And I know that it is wrong
You are the source of all my pain
But you’re where my heart belongs.

She made to dodge him, but he caught her wrist.

“Marko, don’t…” she whispered sadly.

“Don’t what? Don’t touch you? Or don’t love you?” he replied.

She couldn’t answer. She didn’t want him to stop either of those things. “Just don’t…”

“I can’t help it,” he told her softly.

“Neither can I,” she admitted.

“I love you. I can’t change what’s in the past or I would. Can’t we just try to put it behind us?”

“It’s so difficult for me,” she told him. “I do love you, but it’s not that simple.”

“Well, forget about those things for a few minutes. Please, would you dance with me?” he asked, almost shyly.

He held out his arms to her, and she stepped into his embrace.

I know you cannot love me
I’ve heard it all before
But that doesn’t stop me needing you
When fear knocks at my door.

As they swayed gently to the music, Luna felt about how right it felt to be in his arms. Why did she have to fall in love with the one person she should never have even met? She couldn’t leave him.

His arms tightened around her, one hand moving to stroke her hair. She sighed, wishing she could stay like this forever.

You are the angel of the night
And you are my guiding light
And though we’ll never make it through
I was born just to love you.

“Is there a problem here?”

Both Luna and Marko looked around. Gavin was standing there with a glare on his face.

“No. Go away.” Luna snapped angry that her moment of peace from her conflicting emotions had been disturbed.

Instead of going away he yanked Luna out of Marko’s arms and took a step closer to him. “I think you were bothering Lucy.”

A hand clamped down on Gavin’s shoulder. “Her name is Luna.” David informed him.

Luna watched as the four Lost Boys surrounded Gavin. They did nothing threatening, but gave off an aura of menace. She was glad they were on her side.

David turned to Luna. “Was Marko bothering you? Did you need rescuing?”

“No,” she replied softly. “Marko was doing the right thing.”

I’ll follow my heart to where I’m going to
Because I was born just to love you.

David released Gavin, who glared at them.

“Hey, Gavin,” Luna called to his retreating back. “Don’t fuck with my family.”

The boys smiled, and Marko put his arm around her once more.

She didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, or the next day, or any time after that, but for now, she was happy.

I’ll follow my heart to where I’m going to
Because I was born just to love you.


End Notes: Ok, so this is the end… *tired sigh* Thank god! But I’ve got a sequel in mind, so watch out for another fic of mine of epic proportions!

Thanks to everyone who’s feedbacked this fic. I love you all!

~Sarah~

The next part is called A Moonlight Interlude, it’s very short, and serves as a bridge between this story, and the sequel, which will be epic.

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.