Under The Moon

Diana's P. O. V

“Mum, Dad, don’t go. I had a bad dream. In my dream you guys left and never came back”, Diana yelled. Her mum, a woman with black hair, smiled at her.

“Oh honey, it was just a bad dream, just stay put, me and your dad want to rectify something. You know what rectify means, right? I taught you….”

“I know Mom, I know. Dad, why are you holding a gun? Is that a silver bullet?” Diana asked.

Her father stared at her with his intense blue eyes, he had blonde hair just like hers.

“Yes honey, this is…. his wife elbowed him and he groaned, “Alright, alright, see Diana. We are going somewhere and it is dangerous. We want you to stay here in these protected walls, away from danger. We will come back, I promise hon.” her father said.

Diana glared at them both, tears streaming down her face.

“Okay, promise me, you are gonna use the bulletproof SUV like in the movies, okay?” Diana whispered and hugged them both. Her parents returned the hug.

“We will,” her father's deep voice made her relax. “I’ll bring us both in one piece, sugar,” he said, and they both stood and waved.

I woke up gasping and covered in sweat. Are these dreams again? They just kept on coming. I am Diana Peters, just an average girl with no parents and relatives I know of. I was told by a lawyer that my parents died in an accident (I find that hard to believe though, considering where they told me they were going before I never saw them again).

I groaned as the alarm rang and I punched the button and It stopped its annoying ringing.

I sighed and peeked from under the covers as sunlight filtered through the curtains, with a jolt. I remembered I had to go to work, I bolted upright, grabbed my robe, and hurried to the bathroom. After that, I put on a shirt over sky-blue jeans and ran out of the house.

I ran to the train station, bought a ticket and waited for the train. After fifteen minutes of waiting, the next train arrived and I climbed in and sat down.

“Hi,” a voice said and I whirled round to find Dave sitting with his Rottweiler. He delivers parcels, and in a way, I felt we were related because we were both hard workers, but the difference was that my parents left me an inheritance, not money though.

I had to work for it.

“Hi Dave” I replied and he grinned, “You good?” I asked and he nodded. I reached out to rub his Rottweiler's head, it whined and I reached into my bag and took out Walmart hotdogs, tore the wrapper, and poured it for the Rottweiler.

It whined happily and started devouring its meal. I stared hungrily, that was my only meal for today, and here was this lucky dog eating it. Dave stared at the hot dog too.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said. And I just smiled, the dog finished its food and sat beside me and I rubbed its head, Dave raked his hand through his brown hair.

“So Diana, how is your work? I heard you got a job in a commercial company,” he said.

“After years of searching, doing stupid jobs, where you get insulted,” I replied.

“Yeah, jobs like mine. There was this time I went to deliver parcels in the night and hoodlums attacked me. Thank goodness that I brought along Max, he nearly killed them all when one punched me. You are lucky to get this new job, Diana. I still remember when they asked you to do a stripper job,” Dave said.

I laughed out loud and winked at him, “Yeah, thank God I didn't even step foot there, gangbang? Nah I can't, not me” I said.

The train then honked loudly.

“This is my stop. I guess, I guess I have to go. Feed Max very well,” I said, and scratched Max between the ears. Dave waved, and Max whined sadly.

I powered on my phone, checked the company's email sent to me, and saw the directions. I followed the directions and finally got to my destination. Hell, the company was impressive and massive, mustering courage.

I sucked in my breath and walked straight up to the receptionist.

“Hi, I am Diana. I was sent an email from Mr. Varane to come and see him,” I said. The receptionist stared at me and grinned, revealing perfect white teeth.

“Umm, fifth floor, room twelve, normally I would ask about your business here but I just like you,” the receptionist said and I nodded. “Thanks Ummm………..”

“Call me Meera”, the receptionist beamed. I smiled and thanked her and entered the elevator. I got to the fifth floor and looked around for room twelve, then I saw the door was black with a blue plastic tag. I breathed in again, probably the second time I did that, and knocked.

“Come in,” a deep voice said from inside and I stepped in. The office was spacious and gave a luxurious vibe. A man sat on a black velvet swivel chair and he smiled when he saw me.

“You must be Diana, welcome to Neonhaven commercials,” he said, and I returned his smile and we shook hands. His accent sounded weird but I decided to forget that.

“So, Miss Diana, do you know what your role is gonna be,” he said.

“No sir”

“Alright, I want you to be my director and you start tomorrow,” he said, and my head went blank for a few minutes, he just freaking said “Director”. I could never imagine myself in that position.

“Thank you so much, Sir,” I said, and he smiled warmly and nodded.

“You reminded me so much of my daughter,” he said. His expression was wistful. I didn't want to pry, but I was curious.

“Is she fine sir?” I asked him.

“She is dead,” he said, clenching his fist, and my heart ached for the man.

“I'm so sorry sir”

“It's alright dear, I should not have disturbed you with this, you may go home now”, he smiled, and I nodded and turned to go.

“Diana?” he called, and I turned to look at him. His blue eyes were bloodshot, “She was murdered. She was raped and then shot in the head” he rasped, and outrage filled me.

“What?” I yelled, “Who did that?”

“If I tell you, you won't believe it” he whispered, “Okay, I will tell you because I trust you. Are you sure you want to know who did this?” he asked. I nodded.

"It was a….. He abruptly stopped when a loud knock was made on his door. Who could that be? Who killed his daughter?