The Luna's Justice

Chapter One : The Longest Night

***Trigger Warning***

****Children- You can skip down to the Unknown POV or the next chapter****

***Lisa’s POV***

I jolted awake; my body drenched in a cold sweat. A strange sensation had pulled me out of my sleep. I reached out to touch Peter's comforting presence, but he wasn't there. I called for Ella, but there was no response. My stomach twisted with unease; this was not normal behavior for them. I couldn't shake the chill that ran down my spine.

I slipped out of bed and tiptoed past my sleeping child's room, still searching for my missing companions.

"Where are you guys?" I whispered into the darkness.

A sense of foreboding crept over me as I walked into the living room, which also served as our dining area and kitchen. I reached out to turn on the light switch, but nothing happened. Panic began to rise within me as I tried multiple times with no luck. Even the emergency night lights were not working, which was highly unusual as I always made sure to have some form of light on at all times. The silence around me only amplified the sound of my heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart. Something wasn't right.

"Ella, Peter," I called out louder, hoping they would come back to me.

Suddenly, a cool breeze hit me and brought with it the familiar scent of the surrounding woods. It drew me towards the front door, which was wide open. Adrenaline surged through my body. I had locked the door and checked it multiple times before bed, a habit ingrained in me for safety. How could this have happened? Had someone tampered with the locks? And most importantly, where were Ella and Peter?

My heart raced, pumping adrenaline through my veins. How did I sleep through all of this? Why didn't the dogs bark at an intruder? None of it made sense.

"Damn it," I cursed to myself.

Then a familiar scent hit me.

HIS smell and the metallic tang of blood.

"NO!" My inner voice screamed.

I turned around to a sudden clicking noise that shattered the silence. A light shone on his face. HIS face. Those black eyes glared at me with a twisted satisfaction, a shotgun in his bloody right hand. I couldn't scream; it would wake up the kids. I bit my tongue and swallowed hard, feeling my hands get clammy. He grinned at me, revealing his yellowed teeth. This man never bothered with basic hygiene and two packs of cigarettes a day didn't help.

"I might be mistaken, but I think you're looking for these," he said, turning up what looked like a lantern.

I couldn't look down; if I did, my soul would shatter. I held back tears as they threatened to spill over. My mind was frozen with fear and unable to come up with a plan. He had been gone for so long and now he was in my house.

He stopped grinning and growled under his breath.

"I asked you, were you looking for these, b***h? You could never follow simple instructions, could you? And you wondered why I called you stupid all the time," he snarled, spitting on the floor before standing up.

I stepped back, shaking and trying to hold onto my fear.

"f**k you..." I said quietly, choking back tears.

Tears threatened to spill over as my body trembled uncontrollably. He moved closer, his grip on the gun still tight.

"Are you afraid? You should be. Because this ends tonight. Now, look at the floor, you w***e," he snarled, pointing downwards.

I slowly opened my eyes, praying for this nightmare to be over. But what I saw made me retch violently.

My little white boy was now covered in red, his once bright brown eyes were now lifeless and dull. Tears streamed down my face. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't risk waking up the kids.

My poor children! Why couldn't I move?

As I looked next to Peter, I vomited again. Ella's body lay next to him, her fluffy fur drenched in blood. Every instinct in me screamed to run to them and hold them tight, but deep down I knew it was too late.

The stench of vomit burned my nose while my brain tried to process the horror in front of me. Fueled by panic, I backed away towards the kitchen counter, frantically searching for a weapon. But what good would a knife do against a gun?

***Terry's POV***

I looked at her and grinned, enjoying the fear in her delicate features. I had made sure to take any sharp objects with me; she wouldn't find a knife anywhere. The thought of how I used the kitchen knife to slit both dog's throats made me smile even wider.

Watching her cower in terror was like a game to me. She used to be heavier and happier when I first met her. But I slowly gained her trust, faith, and confidence, molding her into my submissive slave. She was a fighter, always resisting and pushing back against me. It took some time, but eventually, she gave in and became all mine. Gaslighting her was challenging towards the end; she became smarter and harder to manipulate.

As I stepped closer to her, backed up against the counter with nowhere to go, memories flooded my mind. This was just like all those other times when I would have her alone, cornered, and force myself upon her. The more she fought and cried, the more aroused I became. Just the sight of her trembling body and erect n*****s under her nightdress drove me wild. All it took was twisting her wrists behind her back as she sobbed into the pillow, telling me how much it hurt. But that only fueled my ego even more and made each thrust harder than the last. It was over quickly, but the satisfaction of exerting power over someone gave me a high.

But tonight, things were different. My goal wasn't just pleasure; it was about revenge for ruining my carefully crafted facade and revealing the monster that I truly am. I would end this b***h's life once and for all.

I gently brushed her hair behind her ear, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. She was so beautiful, and I couldn't resist admiring her for a moment before continuing my plan.

"It's a shame that our time together must end like this," I said with a sigh. "You have been my most beautiful, spirited victim yet, and the longest-lasting. You've also been the most stubborn."

I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it forcefully, causing her to fall to her knees.

I expected her to scream in pain; it would only add to my excitement. But she surprised me by staying silent, biting down hard on her lip until blood began to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

I pulled harder, forcing her face closer to the ground. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the freckles I had once found cute but now just marred with my twisted desires. There was even dried vomit around her mouth, evidence of how much she fought against me.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to hold back her sobs.

"You're disgusting," I sneered at her. "A worthless whore."

I knew she wasn't a w***e, but those words were like daggers to her heart. I chuckled at the anger that flashed in her eyes; if looks could kill, I would have been dead long ago. But tonight, I'm the one here to do the killing tonight. My monster craved his rush and high, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he got it.

"The only thing that's truly worthless here is that your mother didn't swallow you," she hissed back at me.

Enraged at the mention of my mother, whom I despised, I struck her across the face. Surprisingly, she didn't flinch or show any signs of pain. In fact, she seemed to gain strength from it.

"Stings, doesn't it? You can dish it out, but you can't take it?" she sneered, a small smile playing on her lips. I could see a cut on her cheek where my blow had landed.

But I wasn't done with her yet.

"Trust me, you have no idea how much worse it's going to get tonight," I snarled, my voice dripping with malice. "I bet you're wondering how I got in here without you hearing or the dogs barking."

I smirked as I grabbed her jaw, enjoying the feeling of control over her. Without another word, I licked her face, feeling a surge of excitement as my pants grew tighter. She shivered under my touch as I chuckled. She attempted to bite me, but I tightened my grip on her jaw.

"I left some drugged treats outside to sedate your dogs while I waited for nightfall in the woods," I explained with a grin. "The drug took some time to kick in, but it worked like a charm. I cut off your power and used a crowbar to break open the lock. Your sound machines drowned out any noise I made. Then, I took all of your kitchen knives and slit your dogs' throats."

She looked disgusted by my twisted actions. With my other hand, I slid the barrel of my gun under her nightdress strap and slowly lowered it over her shoulder, watching terror fill her eyes. My c**k grew harder from her fear.

"You don't want to mess with me. I have the gun; I am in control here. Got it, b***h?" I whispered into her ear.

Her sweet scent overwhelmed me as she grabbed at the carpet, refusing to meet my gaze.

"Stand up and remove your nightdress so I can have one final look at my wife," I commanded, pulling her up by her hair.

Bitterly, she turned around to face me with rage-filled eyes, but all I could do was smirk at her defiance.

"My ex-wife!" she spat venomously. "The biggest mistake of my life!"

"Details, details," I dismissed with a wave of my hand. "But remember who's in charge here? It's not you. Now take off that nightgown," I demanded, c*****g my head to the side and tapping the shotgun against my leg for emphasis.

She glared at me with pure hatred in her eyes, but slowly slipped off her nightgown, letting it pool around her feet.

As I looked at her body, covered in goosebumps and sweat, I couldn't help but groan and grip the barrel of the gun tighter. Despite everything, she still looked desirable to me. My beautiful disaster, with flawless skin marred only by freckles and cleanly shaved of any body hair. I hated how she could make me feel so weak yet also make me hard at the same time.

I approached her.

"Now put this in your mouth," I ordered as I tilted the tip of the shotgun towards her face.

***Lisa’s POV***

I couldn't believe I was standing there, naked and vulnerable in front of this monstrous man. If he had any intention of hurting me, I knew I had to stay quiet. My children were just down the hall, and they didn't need to hear what was happening.

He stood closer, a shotgun pointed towards me with an evil glint in his eyes. "Put this in your mouth," he commanded, tilting the barrel towards my face. "You don't have the right to refuse." Trembling with fear, I opened my mouth as he shoved the cold metal into it. He was clearly enjoying himself, his excitement evident by the bulge in his pants. Panic set in as he pushed the barrel further in, causing me to gag.

"This is how it's going to go: you're going to get on your knees and call the kids to you. Then you're going to tie their hands and feet together. Or I'll make you take this gun, tie your hands to it, and blow out their brains, followed by mine. And then you can kill yourself. You know you can't live without them." He paused, a sick grin spreading across his face. "What will it be?"

He tossed me some ropes that he had hidden in his back pocket before disappearing into the kitchen.

My eyes darted around, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. But there was no escape. My life had crumbled before my eyes, all because of this monster who also happened to be the father of my children. Tears streamed down my face as I dug my fingers into the carpet.

"Come on, Lisa, time's running out." Terry tapped his watch impatiently.

Dear God above and Jesus in my heart, please forgive me for what I'm about to do. Tears streaming down my face, I clutch at my hair and scream silently.

"Rosemary, Alexander, wake up please," I called out to them, my voice shaking. "I got sick and fell. Please keep your eyes on the floor so you don't step on anything."

I despised myself for what I was about to do. I want to grab that gun and blow his brains out. He's relishing in this sick game, while these are his children we're talking about. But he never cared before. Why start now?

"Mom, are you okay? You sound sick," Rosemary asked groggily. "Come on, Alexander, let's go help Mom. She probably threw up again and needs our help."

I could hear her rousing Alexander from his sleep.

Oh God, Oh God, NO! I vomited again.

"I heard her get sick, Rosemary!" Alexander's voice sounded tired.

I was trembling with a cold sweat. I had even soiled myself. Fear was coursing through me like a raging river.

"Remember, keep your eyes on the floor to avoid slipping... please," I managed to cough out between the postnasal drip and vomit.

I heard them agree as they held hands and made their way towards me in the dimly lit room.

"What happened to the lights, Mom?" Alexander asked.

He hated the darkness just as much as I did.

"There must have been a storm that knocked out the power. Keep watching the floor and sit next to me," I said, patting the ground on either side of me.

Trying to hold back tears was becoming impossible at this point. Inside my mind, body, and soul, I was screaming and clawing in agony.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes, Mom? You're covered in vomit and..." Rosemary's voice trailed off as she straightened up, her eyes now filled with concern. She knew something wasn't right.

"I just threw up so many times and made a mess, and I can't get back up. Please, can you sit next to me?" I asked, trembling with fear and shame.

Squeezing the ropes in my hands, I looked at my confused children.

"What happened to your eye?" Alexander shouted, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rosemary started to realize the danger we were in and clung to me for safety. "It's him!" she screamed, dropping to her knees in fear.

Alexander's screams filled the air, he lost control of his bladder. All three of us were a mess.

I whispered to them, "I have to do what he tells me. It will destroy my soul, but I don't know what else to do. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

Sobbing uncontrollably, I held onto them tightly and expressed my love for them. But there was no escape from this torment.

"Look at your mother the w***e. f**k that f*****g b***h straight to hell. Yes, I f*****g said it. None of this would be happening if it weren't for your stupid f*****g pathetic excuse of a mother. Now she's going to play a game with you, and we are all going to lose!" Terry shouted, stepping closer.

I straightened myself up.

"Tie them up now!" He bellowed at me, spittle flying from his mouth and landing on my face. My kids held back their tears, determined to show Terry they were strong and wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I quickly bound their hands together in front of them.

Terry approached Alexander and grabbed him by the throat. Alexander screamed as he was lifted off the ground, his legs flailing wildly in an attempt to kick his abusive father.

"You thought you were scared before? Welcome to hell, you insolent brats," Terry sneered.

With that cruel remark, he slammed Alexander to the floor with such force that something audibly cracked. Alexander howled in agony."You have your mother to thank for whatever comes next. Ms. Rosemary, come here, my precious girl."

Terry smiled slyly, beckoning for her to approach. She hesitated but knew that it would only get worse if she didn't comply.

"It's too bad things turned out this way. You and your mother could have made perfect slaves for me. You are becoming such a beautiful young woman," he murmured, caressing her cheek.

Rosemary recoiled and spat at him, resulting in a hard slap across her angelic face. Enraged, Terry then grabbed her by the throat and began choking her.

I could barely form a coherent thought as I screamed at him to stop. Struggling to my feet, I kicked Terry as hard as I could in the ribs with my bare foot. He snarled at me and swung the shotgun towards my leg, causing intense pain that blurred my vision. It felt like my leg was being engulfed in flames. My kids scrambled back to me, their faces filled with fear and worry.

"PATHETIC WASTES OF SPACE. WE ALL GO DOWN TONIGHT AND IT IS ALL YOUR MOTHER'S FAULT! IF SHE HAD JUST OBEYED ME AND LISTENED TO ME, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU GUYS MAKE ME SO ANGRY!"

Terry's screams were so intense that his face turned a fiery red, and his eyes seemed like bottomless pits of darkness. His body was trembling uncontrollably, and you could feel the intense heat radiating off of him.

Rosemary's voice rang out with intense pain as she yelled, "The way you speak to us is unbearable! And the way you treated Mom was despicable. You're always so angry and never seek help to better yourself. It's always about you. Poor, pitiful Terry... I hate you! I wish you were dead so we could all finally feel safe."

Her words were filled with a deep-seated resentment towards her father that she had been holding onto for far too long. Trembling, bruises forming on her face and neck, her hair a tangled mess stuck to her skin. Terry turned away from us, and the room filled with an eerie silence.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up in a quiet voice, "Is that how you see me? Daughter of mine?"

Rosemary glanced at me and whispered, "Mom, none of this is your fault. I love you and don't blame you. We have an angel watching over us tonight. They said we would be reunited with you soon."

They reached their small hands towards me before Terry erupted, "I f*****g ASKED YOU A QUESTION! IS THAT HOW YOU f*****g FEEL?"

"Every single day! I love you, Mom," Rosemary replied softly as she closed her eyes and smiled.

"NO!" I screamed so fiercely that it made me vomit blood.

The deafening blast of the shotgun shattered the room, and my sweet Rosemary was gone. Her lifeless form crumpled to the ground, her one remaining eye peering up at me through a mess of blood-soaked hair.

"YOU MONSTER! I'LL SLICE YOUR THROAT OPEN! I LOVE MY MOM AND MY SISTER, BUT YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE A BAD, BAD, MAN!" Alexander's screams echoed off the walls as he mashed his bound hands onto Terry's legs.

Terry kicked him back and he landed next to his sister's lifeless body. Seeing her like that caused Alexander to wail in anguish, a pain known only to those who have experienced heartbreak. I watched in horror as Terry aimed the gun at Alexander's head, their eyes locked in a tense standoff.

"Do it!" Alexander yelled defiantly.

BANG!

My soul felt like it was being ripped apart a thousand times over. My precious children were now disfigured and unrecognizable. The sound of my screams was drowned out by the ringing in my ears from the gunshot.

"Shut up!" Terry's voice was almost inhuman as he shouted at me.

I desperately continued to try and reach my children, but he wouldn't let me. In a rage, he used the butt of his shotgun to strike my right hand, shattering something inside. Then, with his heavy boot, he stomped down on my left hand, breaking it as well. But the pain didn't even register in my body; He broke the one thing you can't repair...a mother's heart.

I desperately reached out for my babies, wanting to hold them one last time before I died. But my attempts only angered Terry, who responded with two hard kicks to my ribs. I could hear a loud crunching sound as I screamed in pain and blood filled my mouth. Despite the agony, I couldn't stop trying to reach my children. Terry continued his assault by stomping down on my leg, causing it to break. He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and flipped me onto my back.

"f**k you," I gasped, spitting blood into his face. "I hope I see you in hell, you disgusting, narcissistic, abusive piece of shit."

He didn't take kindly to my words, but I didn't care. He aimed the rifle at my head and I welcomed death.

As the gunshot rang out, everything seemed distant and hazy. My head felt like it was being plunged into ice-cold water and everything was spinning. My vision faded in and out as I grew weaker and weaker. Through blurred eyes, I watched as Terry ended his own life by putting the loaded barrel into his mouth and pulling the trigger. His head exploded like a watermelon and chunks flew everywhere. The sight made me throw up and choke, but all I wanted was to die holding my children in my arms. With all the strength left in me, I dragged myself towards them and managed to grasp their tiny hands before blackness consumed me. If this was supposed to be heaven, it was far from pleasant.

***

***Strangers POV***

"I'm too late! Damn it!"

"Sir, there's still a faint pulse. Just barely hanging on," whispered my co-worker.

I approached the woman's beaten and bloodied body, barely recognizing her face through the violence. I used my coat to cover her exposed body. It was Lisa.

"Get the kids out of here, but make sure to leave their teeth behind," I instructed, reaching into Lisa's mouth and pulling out a wisdom tooth before tossing it on the ground.

"Boss...are we really doing this?"

"Yes. Burn everything down," I ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Gingerly, I lifted Lisa's lifeless form into my arms. A gunshot wound to the head should have ended her life.

"By some miracle, she's still alive. We don't have much time to save her. If only I had come sooner. Make sure to gather the dogs as well. We will give the children and their faithful companions a proper burial at Crystal Lake," I said with a heavy heart.

"Of course, sir. Give me five minutes."

I took Lisa to the awaiting paramedic van. They quickly strapped her onto a stretcher and started an IV.

"This is bad...we screwed up," said my EMT partner.

"No Jerry, we couldn't have predicted what he would do. The Elders forbid us from interfering with humans, but this one is different. I can feel it. We are taking her deceased children and dogs to be buried at Crystal Lake. We WILL bring Lisa back to health," I assured him quietly. "It seems David started the fire. Let's wrap this up and get her to the clinic before it's too late."

"Yes, Sir!"

We drove off into the night, leaving someone on foot behind to cover our tracks and erase any evidence of our presence. The humans clean up the mess they started.