Whispers Under the Moonlight [Lesbian Story]

Hopeless

"The past has no power over the present moment." – Eckhart Tolle

Reaching for the sky, Katherine pulled herself one more time and finally got out of the cave they were dumped in; heaving a deep breath, she crawled onto the pale earth and stood up before dumping her heavy human baggage onto the floor. Art yelped as his body hit the ground with Alexis right on top of him; he remained on the ground for but a moment before he slowly sat up and watched Katherine catch her breath with her hands resting on her knees as she bent forward.

"Couldn't," Katherine heaved air into her lungs as she slowly turned to face Art, "You have," she breathed deeper as her eyes slowly turned to a glare, "Climbed on your own?"

Art chuckled humourlessly as he slowly got up, whilst holding Alexis by an arm over his shoulder, then said; "If I had then you would have gone and did two trips up this cave."

Katherine merely growled at him as she slowly stood up straight and walked over to him, then took Alexis off him, then carried her on her back before she wiped the sweat on her forehead; Art just kept quiet as if he did not wish to incur more of Katherine's anger and silently followed her. He heard the crack of thunder and that made him flinch for a moment before he noticed how much darker the sky was than it was earlier; there were sparks of lightning at the distance as he saw Katherine move towards it.

"Chica," Art downed the slump hanging on his throat and followed Katherine behind, "I know how badly you want to clean all this up, but," Art halted as he caught up with her and tried to reason with her by saying; "Shouldn't we leave this world saving thing to the professionals? I don't know, maybe Superman? Or maybe Batman? I heard he was always prepared for anything."

Katherine ignored him as she kept going forward, completely uninterested in what he was going to say or try to convince her to do otherwise.

"C-Cause I'm really not sure," Art stammered as he tried not to panic or at least show how afraid he was of going back to face death – not after what he went through all that fighting at the castle, "I-I mean I'm just human you know? A human who can escape pretty good from a lot of things, but this my friend, we only have one shot of escaping this nightmare and that moment is now."

Pleas falling on deaf ears, Katherine kept going as she felt her body ache for a moment, but ignored it; she does not seem to care about the condition her body was in, aware that she cannot control the wolf that has been caged inside of her. There was something inside her – like a disease – that she cannot seem to figure out; how could her powers be controlled by someone else and that someone else being the queen of this hive.

This question bothered her for it was troublesome, but what was much more bewildering for her at that moment was the fact that the queen knew about her and was personally there; it made her think of who it was that was there all along. The answer was somewhere in her head but she could not find it as much as it was just at the tip of her tongue; it was so familiar but at the same time it felt so vague.

She was trying to find it within her but the sound of Art's irritating complaints was getting on her nerves, which made her want to strangle him just to be quiet for the rest of the journey; she did not wish to hear how tired, hungry, or afraid he was of the place and what he thought of this whole thing, or how he did not really wish to be a part of this whole journey to begin with.

"Chica, I don't know if I should tell you this," Art spoke as he exhaled a soft sigh whilst his eyes remained on the ground, obviously weary from all this walking, "But-"

"Art, I don't really want to hear your whining for the whole journey, so please shut up!" Katherine finally roared her irritancy out on him as Art jolted his eyes up at her, but she refused to meet his gaze, "Do you think this is a game? People are going to die if we don't do something about the billions of hungry souls wanting to feast on the innocent souls of the living. I have no time to listen to you complain about your needs when there is a greater need ahead of me."