don't shoot me, I know I've got other stories I SHOULD be working on...and I am but I've got something...

I've been working on a BTS story (actually thought about it today, and here's what I got so far) 

Sometimes as a child, you make split decisions on matters that may appear to be of some significance to them for a short while before they simply forgot all about it, and move onto the next thing that spikes their attention. That pretty much summarized what has happened with Luna.

She wasn’t a sociable person growing up, like many other children she had her fair share of inventing imagery friends to keep her company during the countless long hours where she found herself alone. However, she had stumbled upon who she had presumed to be more imagery people, seven paranormal beings that she had unwittingly bound herself to them in the laws of marriage. Because during those times, she never wanted them to leave her.

However, all good things have to come to an end. They were never meant to stray away from their world and get tangled up in the affairs of a human child.

“You promise that you’ll come back for me?” She let out a hiccup, her face tear-stricken as she glanced around each of their faces, trying to savour every single scrape of time she had left with them.

“Do you doubt us? Remember our sacred vows, baby. Till death do us part.”

But then again, when did they ever abide by the rules?

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“We’ve returned to reclaim our dear baby bride, just like we promised.”

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…Yes, you’ve read that correctly, much to Luna’s chagrin. Being part of a—supposedly pretend—marriage ceremony that happened when she was only eight  years old, let her repeat again EIGHT YEARS OLD occurred with a group of her ‘imaginary’—turned out to be immoral beings—who had completely and utterly failed in informing her of the commitment required of her to become the wife of seven vampires.

If she could strangle her eight year old self, she would without even a second’s hesitation..

“Do you, Luna Brown, take these seven to be your lawfully wedded husbands?” She clutched onto her small bouquet of daises, her hair pulled up into cute curly pig tails trailing from either side of her chubby face.

The petite child turned her head from the ghostly being to beam brightly at the men standing before her before she chirped out the two words that would inevitably lead to her eventual doom

“I do~”

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“Though, it appears that our little wife is no longer a baby.”

Eh? So what did you think of it? It's still pretty raw and I need to figure out what's happening first before I even begin to post anything else. Feel free to comment your view/thoughts/rant at me for even considering another story when I've already got three on-going...

Bye~