Bound By The Moon: The Eternal Bond - Chapter 52: Chapter 52

Julia’s heart slammed in her chest as she bolted from the icy house. “Get. Out.” The woman’s words rang in her ears, sharp and cold. But Julia couldn’t stop thinking about the man in the coffin.
She hurriedly went back to the room where both Jessy and Samantha stayed. As soon as she opened the door , Jessy stood up from her bed and walked towards her , waiting for her answer. Samantha was seated at the dressing table in her red silk nightgown, the only color Julia had seen her wearing since their first meeting.
“Something’s wrong,” Julia gasped. “I saw someone in a crystal frozen coffin but the vampire woman keeping him snapped at me before I could took a better look.
Jessy scowled and paced around the room angrily. "So we've been waiting for the feedback from the vampire king but instead you were playing around with some old vampire woman!"
Julia bit back. “I know we need him to help stop Damon sooner and... ”
Jessy glared at her with an intensity that made her stopped mid sentence clenched. Time was running out and she had to find her mate, Aiden before things went bad. And yet after waiting for two nights Julia still hasn't been able to convince the vampire king into forming alliance. Also a ball was also planned the next day for welcoming the vampire king's mate, Julia.
Before Julia could speak, Jessy spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, banging the door shut. Julia stood frozen. She knew Jessy was one with anger issues but not to this extent.
Samantha however remained seated calmly brushing her long black hair , seemingly uninterested with the sudden commotion. Julia threw her a confused stare. If there's someone weird, it's Samantha who is seemingly fascinated by her own beauty than her sorroundings. Earlier she had managed to hook up with a vampire palace guard.
"A woman...frozen coffin! Sounds interesting" she began, drawing Julia's attention back to her. She gracefully set the brush down and tied her hair in a messy bun and then reapplying a red lipstick to her already red lips. Julia held back the urge to roll her eyes.
"There's a ball tomorrow. I should look presentable, Julia."
Julia frowned even more and knew in an instance she's doomed. Before saying anything, Samantha stood up and quickly put on a deep red hood over her red nightdress, and a pair of deep red boots. Then turned to Julia.
"Let's go check what's in that cold coffin you mentioned."
. . .
Jessy stormed down the twisting corridors, fury blazing in her chest like a wildfire out of control. She didn’t care where she was headed—anywhere but back to the room with Julia and Samantha. She would save Aiden herself. No one else was needed.
Rounding a sharp corner, she nearly collided with Lysaria, Kaelith's first love.
The vampire’s eyes snapped narrow, lips curling into a cruel, knowing smile. “I smelled a dog,” she sneered, taking in Jessy’s simple black trousers and oversized white shirt, the messy knot of hair at her nape.
Jessy’s glare sharpened. “Better a dog than a blood-sucking monster like you.” She shoved past, unwilling to waste breath on the venom dripping from Lysaria’s tongue.
“Bold,” Lysaria purred, voice smooth as silk but edged with venom. “Still chasing after Corin?”
Jessy froze mid-step. Corin—the vampire Samantha claimed could help trace Aiden. But how did Lysaria know?
She spun, eyes blazing with suspicion and anger. “Where is he? How do you know—”
Lysaria’s smile widened, eyes sparkling with dark amusement and a hint of cold regret. “Corin’s dead. Decades ago.”
Shock slammed into Jessy’s chest, confusion swirling like a storm inside her. So all this—coming to the vampire lands—was for nothing.
Sensing the doubt and despair, Lysaria leaned in closer, her breath cool against Jessy’s skin, savoring the moment like a predator playing with its prey.
“Kaelith’s ruthless,” she whispered, voice low and deadly. “I should know—I was his first love. But without that filthy human—Julia—being his so-called mate, the three of you would be nothing but dust and forgotten stories by now.”
Jessy stiffened, venomous words sinking deep like icy knives.
Lysaria’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as she closed the distance, her movements predatory and fluid. The faint pulse of her heartbeat thudded against Jessy’s neck, she whispered something in her ears that made Jessy's eyes widen in shock then slowly replaced by a small smirk on her face.
. . .
Two dark figures melted into the night, shadows wrapping them like a second skin as they slipped past the vigilant guards. The crisp air smelled faintly of damp earth and cold stone.
Julia’s breath came shallow, her heartbeat syncing with the soft crunch of gravel beneath their boots. She led Samantha past the fountain, its cracked surface shimmering faintly under the moonlight, and into the backyard where silence draped over everything like a heavy, suffocating cloak.
They moved east, where the neat rows of houses thinned out, leaving only one lonely structure bathed in pale moonlight. The house stood cold and abandoned, its paint peeling like dead skin.
“This is it,” Julia whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.
Samantha’s eyes, sharp and unblinking, scanned the stillness. The faintest draft stirred dead leaves by the cracked doorstep. No footprints. No flicker of life.
The door hung slightly ajar, creaking softly as it swayed in the night breeze.
Julia’s stomach clenched, a chill gnawing at her spine. Who would leave a door like that—so carelessly open? Or worse, deliberately?
Samantha stepped forward, hand reaching out with cautious precision. The door protested with a low groan as she pushed it wider and slipped inside.
A stale, biting cold rolled out from within like a warning. The air tasted metallic, thick with the scent of forgotten things.
Julia hesitated at the threshold, feeling the invisible weight pressing against her skin.
“No one’s here,” Samantha murmured, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the stagnant air.
Julia swallowed hard, unease knotting in her chest.
Her eyes darted to the next door, slightly cracked, shadows pooling at its edges.
Slow and deliberate, Samantha moved toward it, muscles tense, senses alert. Julia followed, every nerve screaming in anticipation.
With a sharp push, Samantha opened the door fully. A sudden rush of icy air slammed against them, biting through their clothes like shards of glass.
Inside, a coffin shimmered in the dim glow — its surface translucent and frost-encrusted, pale blue light crawling across the crystal like veins of ice.
Samantha’s fingers traced the cold lid before lifting it with an effortless grace.
Inside lay a man, skin ghostly pale, eyes closed, peaceful as death itself.
Julia’s breath hitched, the cold around her fading into a strange, hypnotic calm.
Then—without warning—a shadow snapped from behind.
Cold fingers clamped around her throat, squeezing with a grip like iron wrapped in ice.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, breath caught and struggling to escape.
In a heartbeat, Samantha’s hands dove to her boots, drawing twin silver knives that gleamed sharply in the faint light.
A low, dark laugh curled around them, sinister and smooth. “Silver blades. Clever.”
“Because I expected company like you,” Samantha spat, eyes blazing as she lunged.
But the woman was a blur—faster than thought—snatching the blades effortlessly and tossing them aside like dead leaves.
Julia struggled helplessly in the icy grip, panic flooding her veins.
Samantha growled, rage and frustration boiling beneath her skin—no weapons, no way to defend her Luna.
The woman shoved Julia forward, her lips curling into a cruel smirk.
“Too bad for you,” she whispered, voice silky and mocking. “I’m not your enemy.”