Juliet's Romeo

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Amerai and Tristan ran up to the third story, which was an entire floor dedicated to books. They divvied up again, one toward the left, the other to the right.

"Found it!" Tristan called a few minutes later. Amerai came up behind him instantly, looking down at the thick book in his hand. They opened it, and on the first page was a folded up piece of paper. It read:

May 4, 1994

Today was a depressing day. I was searching for him in the woods, to tell him I was with his child. After a long time looking, I had decided to go to his home. I knew it would turn out as a mistake, but such news could not wait. We must rid of this horror of a child.

I veered toward his hidden place. I had barely made it a half mile from it, when he emerged from within the trees. His body convulsed underneath the full moon, his expression pained from the control it must have taken him to stay as he was.

He gripped me tight, and in a constrained, growling voice he asked,"Verona... What are you doing here?"

I embraced him, and he held my failing body. "I am with your child...," I whispered in reply.

His arms tightened around me. He knows the problems that may ensue. A child of a Hunter and a Moonwalker. A monster. He strokes my hair from my face consolingly, though he seemed to need more comfort than I did.

Later, we return to my house and decided to keep the child. I hope I would not regret this decision.

~Verona Press

Amerai slumped back against the book shelf. It was too much to take in at once. "I... Am a Moonwalker," she choked out.

"Half. You're part Hunter, too," corrected Tristan. A mixture of emotions swirled in him, his face contorted in disbelief. As a Hunter, he was sworn by blood to rid of this world of Moonwalkers. Yet she was also a Hunter. Also sworn by the same vow. A shiver ran through him. It would be his decision whether to kill Amerai or not.

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