Moonstone - A Goddess Among Us

Quinn’s POV

As I pulled out of the bar’s parking lot I looked in my rear-view mirror at Bishop standing there watching me. A part of me wished that he and his group of muscular men could protect me from my ex, but that was a lesson I had already learned months ago. It didn’t matter how much bigger the guy was than Tristan, he was always stronger than them and faster. I knew the night I had run from him when he showed me his true side that he wasn’t human and it scared the crap out of me.

What I couldn’t understand was why he just wouldn’t let me go. I was a nobody with no family to run to. I was raised in the foster system since I was a baby and I had been shuffled around so much that I didn’t even know where I truly came from. Getting into college was my biggest accomplishment but that was short lived when I met Tristan and my whole world got turned upside down once again.

The only person in this world that I could truly count on was myself and I had to listen to what my instincts were telling me and that was to stay low and stay alive. That meant not letting myself have friends that might want to help me, like Bishop. I didn’t want any more blood on my hands from what Tristan might do to them if he found me.

It was a lonely life that I was living but at least I was alive and surviving. Something I had promised to Asher before Tristan killed him trying to get to me. It was a promise that I had vowed to keep in memory of him and I planned on doing what it took to keep it so that he hadn’t died in vain.

I found myself having a heck of a time trying to fall asleep once I got situated in my van at the campground. When I tried to close my eyes, Tristan’s face plagued my dreams. I knew it had to of been the incident at the bar that caused it. Finally, around three in the morning I took my mind in a different direction as I thought about Jaxson and the way he gazed at me all night. There was something about him that called to me. I knew it just had to be my lady bits that so desperately needed attention from a man but something inside of me told me there was more to it than that.

The intensity of his stare was a bit overwhelming. It was as if he was calling me to him. I did all I could to resist knowing what the outcome would be. Asher’s bloody face was all I had to think about to resist the urge to go to him or to the party that Bishop had invited me to. And I so desperately wanted to go the more I thought about it.

It had been almost a year since I have let myself kick back and enjoy a night out. This lifestyle I was living wasn’t doing anything for my social life. I had been alone on the road for so long that I had forgotten how to relax and enjoy a few hours of not living in fear. It was a privilege that I no longer had thanks to Tristan. I regretted my decision that one night that I had given into him.

I had been working at a local bar off campus for over two years and I was making good money there to help support myself through school. Not too many of the college students went there and the normal crowd was the locals who tipped very well due to it being a higher-class side of town. Most of the clientele there was the more elite and I didn’t have to deal with the nonsense that a normal bar would cause.

The night Tristan had walked in, I could remember like it was yesterday. Something about him drew me to him and his charm was all it took before I was agreeing to go out with him. I knew right away after the first date that I was below him in status, but it didn’t stop me from continuing to see him. He made me for once in my life feel like I belonged somewhere and I fell for it all. I fell for all the promises he made me and all the dreams that he placed in my head about the future of the two of us together.

A month later was when I figured out that Tristan wasn’t who he said he was when I walked in on him with another woman at his house. The sounds of a woman moaning drew me to his bedroom and when I opened the door to see them both naked in bed together. My heart began to break into a million pieces but my attention quickly moved to what he was doing to her at that very moment. His mouth was on her neck as she moaned and I could clearly see he was feeding from her like a vampire would in the movies.

Fear consumed me and my heart began to race at the sight in front of me. That’s when his attention turned to me, he pulled his teeth from her flesh, and looked at me as blood dripped from his lips in shock that I was standing there watching him. At the speed of light he was out of the bed and to me as the woman’s body slumped to the bed.

I remember him looking into my eyes and saying, “Quinn, you saw nothing tonight. You were never here and you need to go straight home and wait for me to call you.”

Watching enough vampire movies in my time, I knew what he was doing. He was trying to compel me into thinking I saw nothing but for some reason his compulsion wasn’t working on me. I used that to my advantage as I turned around and walked out of his door and ran as fast as I could to my apartment where I packed up everything that I owned and headed for the hills.

That’s when I met Asher and I was hesitant to get into another relationship. We kept it on a more friendly base which was easier for me to accept after what had just happened with Tristan. Asher was the bouncer at the new bar that I had gotten a job at and we made friends right off the bat. He was easy-going and was full of life and he pulled me from the dark place that I had been after seeing Tristan’s true self.

It had been a little over a month since I had moved and Asher and I were getting more involved with each other. He had asked me to move in with him. I was hesitant as I was still worried that Tristan might come looking for me since I had seen him for what he truly was. I told myself that it had been over a month and there was no sign of him so he wasn’t looking for me. That was the biggest mistake of my life thinking that I had freed myself of him. That one little mistake cost Asher his life and I will never forgive myself for it.