His Mortal Lover

"f**k!" Luna sneered as coffee spilled all over her lap, earning a harsh shush from across the library. She glared in their direction before pushing the chair back as she stood and stormed into the public bathroom. She murmured curses under her breathe as she drenched a paper towel, cooling off the burning sensation. There was someone else in there too, she only realized that when an older women stepped out of the stall to see what the commotion was about. "Spill your coffee?" She chuckled, reaching for her purse. "I'm fine... really!" She spat as her white jeans were not stained... almost like she pissed herself, but it was a creamy brown. She threw her arms up is dismay. "Can't get any worse can it?" She groaned before walking out. As soon as she stepped through the door she ran into a hard chest of a man in-front of her. She mumbled her apologies before walking around him... though she couldn't piece together why shivers ran down her spine when she caught a second glimpse of him. He was wearing a grey hoodie, his face barely visible. He was well built, a pair of dark blue jeans a to match his hoodie. There was a something off about him, though she ignored it and ventured off back to her place. Her book wasn't there though, and neither was her coffee. She scoffed before grabbing her purse and left for the door. She walked out the door as listened as it shut behind her, only to be opened again. She didn't care, someone must have just left after her, thought she felt bad for not offering the door to them. The door took longer to close for one person, must have been a study group... she continues on her way, scrolling in her phone at her social media's while having the ability to avoid everyone even though she's on her phone. Suddenly there was a hand over her mouth and she was inhaling chemicals she never smelled before. She started becoming light headed as she clawed at the hand on her desperately trying to get free. "Hush now, human. You're going to be fine." One of them said, a rough male voice, hardly soothing. "A good catch she is, Rory will be most pleased..." A rough hand caressed her face, trailing down to her breast. She bucked as hard as she could but the chemicals were melting into her consciousness making her entirely dizzy. "Should we, test her out first?" Another male said. His voice... his voice was so smooth, rough and soft as silk. His voice alone sent chills down her spine. Before she knew it she lost consciousness, slumped against the hard chest of the male who now restrained her, and carried her to somewhere she didn't know.