Under a Blood Red Moon
(Nav) The stark figure of Peter Mortimer stood out against the night-time sky. He was standing on the roof of the highest tower, letting the breeze ruffle his knee-length black coat. In the mire of the city below, chaos ruled. He loved to stand up here and smell the fear and desperation as it wafted up from the streets. It was a heady cocktail. It was almost as sweet as a virgin’s blood. The moon was just rising over the bay as he turned to his beautiful sister. “Look, Amelia, a blood moon. What an auspicious time to hunt.”
(C.S) Amelia’s blonde locks swayed in the cool breeze “My dear brother, it’s always time to hunt. The blackened sky and calmly tones of the night walkers only serves to heighten my thirst.”
“So where shall we head? Downtown? Or are you in the mood for an upscale feast?” Peter already knew what his sister’s answer would be; Amelia has always had a taste for the refined specimen.
As Peter gazed over lovingly at his sibling, she puckers her lips covered in rose red lipstick “I think tonight, we should attend the Hardy’s ball. I can smell them from here.”
(A.K) "As can I, dear sister. Now, are you planning on dining al fresco or in more intimate surroundings?" Peter was well aware of his sister's appetite was vast in areas other than blood. He watched as a feral smile played across her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips before answering.
"Oh I think I'll be dining in private tonight, Peter, away from prying eyes. You know how those aristocrats do like to gossip and I have my reputation to keep. I'm sure you'll be your usual charming self and keep them well entertained." Amelia turned, walking away swiftly.
(Bryan Thomas) Peter watched his sister until she was out of sight. He had always been protective of her, just like a big brother should be, but now Amelia was more than capable of looking after herself. He reflected on the time, almost three centuries ago, when he had taught her how to select her first victim. How the correct time and place were of the utmost importance if a stealthy escape was to be achieved. He recalled her youthful enthusiasm, and how he'd had to temper her visceral approach.
Meanwhile, Amelia was lost in the pulsating timbre of the city streets.
(Nav) Amelia had a fondness for aristocratic blood, but Peter preferred his blood red, not blue. The arrogance of the upper classes ruined his appetite.
He understood his sister’s lusts.
He’d long ago faced the fact that his sibling was a cold-blooded killer. She relished the look in the eyes of her victims as their world came crashing down around them, the orgasmic rush.
He preferred to sample the fruits of many vines. A night of seduction that they would never forget. A quick bite while they were in the throes of passion, and then he would be gone. Forever mourned.
(C.S) As they approached the Hardy’s residence, Peter looked on in pity. A ginormous estate, full of wonder but compared to his home, it was a shanty town. Peter strongly believed that he and his sister were the most powerful siblings in the new world, and nothing could convince him otherwise.
Amelia, dressed in a long red gown, glanced over at her brother and admired his stylistic look, his poise and the way he held himself. Their close relationship was a hot topic of gossip for many others. Cloaked by masquerade masks, they entered the premises with the promise of a feast.
(Bryan) Amelia's entrance was no different from any other function she had ever attended, she walked through the ornate, double doors like the world was hers for the taking. Peter sensed something as soon as they set foot in the hallway, a presence that he had not felt for many years. Amelia was oblivious to Peter's controlled manner as she embraced the atmosphere of the Grand Ballroom with all of her senses. Peter turned as a voice sent a chill down his spine. "Peter, do introduce me to your friend, if you will?" It was Jason Thorne, the world-renowned vampire killer.
(Ava) Amelia turned quickly, a demure smile on her face as her eyes raked the tall, brooding man standing next to him. "Peter, who is this handsome man? Have you been keeping him from me, dear brother?"
Peter's smile was forced as his eyes locked with Jason's, "This is Jason Thorne, Amelia, and I can assure you that, yes, I have indeed been keeping the two of you apart."
Jason stepped forward to shake Amelia's hand, but instead of the slight handshake that would be the norm, he brought it to his lips, caressing it with his lips as his eyes bored into Amelia's.
(Nav) “I’m Jason Thorne, how do you do. It’s a pleasure to meet you?”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” she purred. Her eyes raked over his muscular body.
“You must be the insatiable Amelia Mortimer. I’ve heard so much about you. I’ve been looking forward to making your acquaintance.”
Amelia had always thought she knew everybody who was anybody, so why had her brother kept this hunk from her? Curiosity tingled her nerves. “Peter! Have you been keeping this wonderful chap to yourself?” she asked playfully. She knew her brother occasionally liked to play around, though he refused to admit his bisexuality.
(C.S) Peter shrugged off his beloved sister’s comment and knew that whether he liked it or not, Amelia would be having her wicked way with Jason tonight.
What Jason didn’t know, was that Amelia’s idea of a ‘good time’ and his interpretation were never one in the same. As the vampire hunter appeared a target, Peter turned his attentions elsewhere.
Across the masses of upper class day breathers, stood four people Peter recognized and in a sense, longed for. They called themselves The Dangerous Brothers. Long known for escapades and adventures, Peter longed to feast upon their flesh, particularly the sister of the four.
(Bryan) Chris slammed his hand onto the control console, as the vampire simulation evaporated before the Dangerous Brothers eyes.
"Whaddya do that for!" said Nav.
"I was enjoying that," Bryan protested.
"But you weren't the character of Amelia, that fucking bustle was killing me!" said Chris.
"You look good in a dress," said Nav.
"Button it, bucko!" said Chris.
“Actually, you do.” said Bryan.
“The next joker that mentions anything about me in feminine attire gets a slap in the chops,” said Chris.
“Anybody fancy a pint?” said Nav.
“Too right,” said Chris, as he fired up the Blacksmith’s Arms simulation.
The End
