Dance of Moonlight

WARNINGS: Angst,Language,MC,OC,Original,Slave,WAFF,WIP,M/F,F/M/M,Bi,BDSM,Beast,Bond,BP,DP,D/s,H/C,HJ,Lem

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“Jacob! Jacob!” Brett yelled as she pounded on the locked door. Nothing she did would open the door. On the other side of the door Jacob couldn’t hear her, but he was doing exactly what she was doing, trying to get the door open. He hadn’t expected it to lock her in the room. He prayed he hadn’t just sentenced her to death.

Giving up hope of the door opening, Brett turned to face the room before her. It was about the size of a jail cell and hardly had any light. Brett didn’t even know where the light was coming from. It was just there. She leaned up against the door and closed her eyes, taking in deep, even breaths. She was a little bit claustrophobic. Most of the time it didn’t bother her, but now it was. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she wasn’t so scared. She stayed that way for a few minutes just concentrating on breathing before opening her eyes and pushing herself off the door.

She walked forward slowly, not wanting to trip over anything that was unseen. She didn’t stop walking until she collided with another door. She groped for the handle, found it, and opened it.
The next room was the size of an entire high school without any walls at all except the four main ones. Instead of walls, there were shelves taking up almost all the room. Scrolls, big ones and small ones, tall ones and short ones were stacked neatly in boxes lining the shelves. Brett couldn’t think of the last time she had seen this many shelves with this many things on them in her life.

“And I thought this was going to be hard,” She muttered to herself. This room was brightly lit by candles that were in holders attached to the walls. She started down the main aisle and looked down ever aisle she passed. She didn’t stop until she was pretty sure she was in the middle of the aisle. Thinking she was never going to find this thing, she closed her eyes and let her entire body relax like she did to find the door earlier. The only difference was that Jacob wasn’t here to give her a boost of his own power. In reality she didn’t know what she was doing. Would this really work? Could she find the one scroll she needed that was hidden among millions of others? She didn’t know.

Brett took a deep breath and let it out slowly and started to open her mind to find the scroll. Something grabbed her ankle and she yelped, one of those sounds that you know is made by a girl. Brett opened her eyes and tried to jerk back but the hand on her ankle didn’t waver and she fell down. She took a better look of what had hold of her.

It was a man, at least, she thought it was a man. The sight of him almost made her scream. Almost. She wasn’t easily rattled, not with all the preternatural creepy crawlies that lurked around her town. But what was holding her was beyond words. He had one arm and no legs passed his knees. His skin was decayed and there were holes through his body. Half of his head was gone. The only part left was from his upper jaw up. His tongue flapped around the remnants of its lower jaw and was a sickly brown color with bits missing from the tongue. Blood was gushing out of what was left of his legs and was making a rather huge pool of blood around him. It was edging closer to Brett’s legs. If it touched her she was going to snap. The hand never let its grip up. It started to pull her towards it and lowered its head to her leg like it was going to bit a chunk out of her.

“Let me go!” Brett yelled at it. Strangely, the man slowly let go of her ankle enough so she could crawl away. She didn’t waste any time getting up. She walked backwards away from the thing and wound up bumping into something. When she turned around she saw about thirty more bodies standing behind her. This time she did scream. All of them had their limbs but were decaying in front of her. They reached out their arms and tried to grab at her. Brett ran as fast as she could the way she had come but had to stop because even more bodies were coming at her.

Zombies…great, she thought. She wasn’t a believer in zombies. She did believe in vampires, shape shifters any thing else just as strange because they were in her town. But she had never heard of zombies being in Jerseyville, IL, no one had ever seen or talked about them. Alright they were walking about, but none had ever been truly seen. But seeing these things reaching for her and still trying to get her, she believed.

Since she couldn’t keep going forward and couldn’t go back, Brett went to her right and started running down another aisle. She ran a little ways down it before climbing up one of the bookshelves. She stood on the top of it and hopped over to the next one. The zombies kept coming at her and were trying to push over, knock down, and climb the shelves that her feet touched. Brett started running across the top of the shelves. She knew that she had to find the scroll or she was going to be lost in the never-ending mob of zombies. She ran the entire length of the room until she finally seen the door. There was a metal bar across it preventing someone from opening the door.

Just peachy, she thought as she extended her jump so she wouldn’t fall short of the next shelf. When she made it to the last shelf she stopped. The zombies were a good distance behind her and she quickly opened her mind to find the scroll. She had the feeling of being drug towards it. Once she was sure she knew which shelf it was on, she opened her eyes and began running back down the line of shelves she’d be on. She stopped finally stopped on one and moved to the back end of the shelf. Praying she made this, she ran on the shelf and jumped from the one she was on, across the middle aisle and across to the other aisle. It had to be at least ten feet. Her hands held on tightly to the edge of the shelf as she pulled herself up to the top of it. She kept running until she came to the shelf she needed and climbed down it halfway and rummaged through the boxed scrolls. When she grabbed the one she wanted, she climbed back up the shelf. The zombies had finally caught up with her and they started, and successfully, pushed over the shelf she was on. When it started to fall she jumped to the next one. With the shelf falling towards her, she ran back towards the locked door as a domino effect of shelves followed her. Coming to the last one she jumped off and her shoulder hit hard into the floor, as well as the back of her head and she then rolled towards the door. Her head pounded with a pain she had never felt before. She reached up to the back of her head and her fingers came back with blood on them. The zombies looked at her and sniffed at the air.

“Shit…” Brett said. She had heard in stories that zombies were attracted to blood. They started for her as fast as they could. Brett stood up quickly and nausea overwhelmed her. She held her stomach for a few seconds and turned to face the door. She put her hand on the door and the metal bar fell to the floor. She jumped back so it would miss her feet. She had no idea what the deal was with the bar but she didn’t care. She grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. She was greeted by another gust of wind and pushed past it and into the third room. It was only big enough to hold a one hundred-gallon fish aquarium in it. The only part that wasn’t filled by the tank was the area she was standing on.

There was a ladder in front of her that went up to the top of the aquarium. Having no where else to go, Brett climbed the later. From the top of the ladder to the other side of the tank was a plank of wood. It was just wide enough for her to walk with her feet end to end. This was going to take a lot of balance, balance wasn’t one of her good things. It took her about two minutes to walk to the middle of the tank. Looking down she could see tiny specs of light. They had to be the orbs, there was no other explanation. But there was something else in the tank as well. Electric eels. She let out a scream of frustration.

“Give me a god damn break!” She screamed. Calming herself down a little bit, Brett eased herself down so that she was able to sit on the plank. As carefully as she could she took off her pants without falling into the water. She wrapped her legs around the wood so she wouldn’t fall off as she took off her beanie. Her hair fell down in waves and ended at the middle of her back. She placed the scroll in the beanie and rolled it up. She stuck all of it inside her shirt and down her sleeve so she wouldn’t lose it, and this way it stayed dry as she could get it. Finally ready to take a swim with the eels she let her toes touch the water. She yanked them back up when she felt how cold the water was. It had to be at least twenty below zero.

“Are you trying to make this difficult?” She yelled. “I hope who ever made all this rots in hell!” With that she took a deep breath and let the air out of her lungs a few times and then filling her lungs up, she held her breath and jumped into the water.
It seemed like it was taking longer than it should have to reach the orbs. She wasn’t even all the way to them yet and she was already becoming light headed. She reached out with her mind once again and tried to find the orb. She felt herself being sucked towards the one she wanted and her eyes opened with a jerk of her body. Four eels had surrounded her. All of them swam in closer to her and sent out their electrifying shocks. The amount of electricity was enough to make her convulse and not stop. When it did finally stop she had to fight to not try and take a breath. But the pain was overriding any thoughts she had. She wanted to open her mouth and take in a breath of air. She fought the urge, and fought her way past all the eels that kept surrounding her and schocking her.

By the time she finally swam to the orb she wanted, her lungs felt like they were ready to burst. It was becoming a physical effort not to breathe. She reached down and picked up the orb she wanted, it was about the size of a baseball and was clear. The inside of it was glowing a soft yellow, but when she picked it up it changed to gold.

Seconds later Brett heard a loud noise under hear and she looked down. At the same moment the bottom of the tank opened and sucked her down along with the water. The eels and orbs stayed where they were. Only she slid down the tunnel that still didn’t allow her to breathe because it was filled with water. When it ended she was dropped down thirty feet onto a hard surface. She didn’t feel the pain, mainly because her body was numb and she was lacking oxygen. She started taking in big gulps of air as fast as she could while lying on her back on the floor. Her body couldn’t move. She was having a hard time breathing and none of it was getting better.

“Brett!” She heard a man yell. His voice sounded distant but she heard him. Who was it? Her mind wasn’t working right. “Brett! Shit, Brett!”

It was Jacob. He was running down the hallway towards her. She was shaking to bad from the cold to speak or acknowledge that she heard him. He started to take her shirt off but it was sticking to her skin. He finally managed to get it off and fling it over her head. The beanie flew out of her shirt and it fell to the ground with a thud. Not caring about what was in the beanie at that moment, Jacob took off his own shirt and put it on Brett. She needed to be dry and warm. It was while putting the shirt on her that he noticed she was clutching the orb. By how tight her grip was he knew he wouldn’t be able to get it from her, not right now. Having put his shirt on her, he reached for the beanie and let it’s contents s pill into his hand. He gripped the scroll tightly and then picked Brett up in his arms and ran back down the hallway. He opened up the door, went inside and slammed it shut. He said the words he had earlier and re-opened the door. He ran back down the actual hallway of the school until he made his way to the doors. He never stopped running until he got to his car. Jacob put her in the backseat and then got in the front. Despite the heat from outside he cranked up the heater and drove about triple the speed limit towards his house that was just barely outside of town.

**Authors note--I know that Ch. wasn't long, I will probably go back and add some stuff to it later on. I was just trying to get it done in a certain time.

**Jerseyville, IL is an actual town, it's the one that I live in, or well, it's the one I live 7 miles out of, oh well, it's still where I go to school.