Luna stood frozen staring at the child in contemplation, not knowing what to do with it. He knew her heart couldn't kill a child - even one that was already, technically dead. The child grabbed onto Luna's ankle and clawed its way up her leg. The fabric of her stockings tore under its sharp nails and blood blossomed in their tracks, trickling down her pale skin. Luna looked around searching, the first signs of anguish marred her usually calm expression. 