Night of the Blood Red Moon
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,146
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
Valencence, a half vampire saves the life of a human and takes the crude, mannerless human back to his house, only to find out he’s more than a human and that he wants to pay the vampire back. And the worse part is, Valen’s mating season has begun. But someone is after one of them, will they live long enough for their relationship to last? Will Valen stay with his mate for eternity?
Night of the Blood Red Moon
Valencence looked up and let loose a sigh as he walked past bars and ignored hookers trying to make passes at him. He brushes his back, with long ivory fingers, it was a rare moment that he didn’t wear his gloves that night but he wasn’t hunting his kin, the vampires.
That’s right, Valencence’s a vampire, actually he is only half. Despite being such, he had all of the vampire’s strength and speed, he aged like them, he had the blood lust, however, he could walk in the day, garlic and holy water annoyed him. He was turned when he was 17 but stopped aging when he was 19. He swore he would kill them all.
But right now, Valen was enjoying the crisp chilly air of the night.
A drunken brunette stopped him and asks if she could join him. He shook his head, she wrapped her arms around his neck and murmurs the type of things they could do together and press her lips to his.
Valencence took hold of her wrists and pulled away from her “I apologize mizz, but I am not seekink pleasure at ze moment.” He says with a heavy Romanian accent.
He turns and walks away from the pouting hooker.
A little farther down the street, Valencence gritted his teeth and rubbed his eyes, it has been a little over a month since he drank blood, a new record. Pulling his hand away from his eyes, they glaze up at the blood red moon peeking over a few drifting clouds.
Valencence had heard somewhere that when the moon turns red, someone is dying, what no one knew was that it also meant it was the vampires time to mate.
During his first year as a vampire, Valencence went through many mates, mainly males and much to his disgust and against his will. Every time the red moon appears, he made sure he wouldn’t be found by another vampire and if he ever was… he made sure they didn’t live to touch him.
Even then, it had been long since he was with any one. Shaking his head, trying to rid his thoughts of such things, even though he knew he would have to feed, lest he loose control over his lust and go on a feeding frenzy like he has done 78 years ago.
He heard a few trash cans crash upon the ground, he turned his head to the source and heard a drunken masculine voice.
“Be a good little bitch and get on your knees.” Followed by a voice in French “Me libérer le barbare.”
A loud smack echoed through the empty street. Valencence sighed bitterly as he walked between two buildings.
His night vision allowed him to see a tall heavy man slamming a smaller being into a wall. Both the smaller one’s wrists were caught in the bigger one’s hands, Valencence watched as he gripped both wrists in one hand and pressed his lips to his prey.
The heavy man pulled back with a yelp and back hand the little one. “Little whore.” He spat. The smaller one let loose a small ‘heh’ before replying again in French “Me gifler encore et je m'assurerai que vous mourez une mort pénible et macabre.”
Another slam into the wall “Stop talking in another language you little shit! I know you can speak English!” the heavy man roared.
Valencence continued to watch from his perch as the aggressive man worked his belt loose and then try to push the other to his knees, the half vampire was amaze that his knees didn’t buckle.
However, Valencence wouldn’t leave anyone to the fate of rape; he jumped down behind the taller man soundlessly. He knew he couldn’t kill the human and reasoning with him might not work and he couldn’t get a clear hit to the human’s head since he was taller by inches, he kicked at the back of the knees.
The tall man released his grip on his prey and cried out as it felt like his kneecap cracked in three places. Valen raised his hands and brought them down on his head with just enough force to knock him out.
He watched the human fall to the cold, litter covered ground and turn his attention to the other. He was the same height as him, messy gold hair pass his shoulder, his gold bangs fell into his eyes, part of his bangs was dyed white. Valen stared at the piercing in his eyebrow, wondering why on earth anyone would want to stick a safety pin through their eyebrow let alone three into their ear was beyond him.
More piercing graced his right ear, one such was a bat skull with wings and it looked heavy to Valen that he was surprise it hasn’t ripped from his lobe yet.
Looking down, Valen saw a red collar around his neck, a black string holding a silver skull with a cross in its mouth rest on his chest, a sleeveless black netted shirt stopped above his navel, black gloves stopping over his elbows, wrist cuffs on his wrists, his finger nails were painted black.
His tight black leather pants hugged his hips, skulls adorn his belt, some had hoops in their mouth, the pants itself looked like it had cut on both sides and had been sewed up with metal wire. Pants legs disappeared into boots, the zippers were silver skulls and belts adorn the black boots and the soles were silver.
Finally getting a look at his face, he notices that his right eye was green and the left was blue, he wore black eye liner and eye shadow, he had dark shadows under his eyes. Valen could also saw that he wore black lipstick even though it had smeared a bit. He also had such lovely pale skin.
Valen snapped back to reality as the man spoke “Enjoying yourself?”
He felt embarrass “I apologize forr starink.”
“Ooh, a foreigner… especially one wearing orange/red color contact lens, cute.”
“Actually, I haff been livink in zis country forr years.” It was half true.
“Hmmmm.” the Goth reply.
Valen coughed and ask “Why dyid zis man attack you?”
The blonde Goth shrug “I was just enjoying my night in this club,” he indicated the building he was leaning against “when this barbarian came up and started hitting on me. I smiled at him and told him to bend over and go fuck himself, he left after that. About 3 hours later, I decide to leave after making out with someone and as I was walking by the building, he grabs me, smacked me around a few times and tried to force me to suck him off. I seem to make a lot of enemies and weird freaks that stalk me for gods know what purpose.”
Valen blink at him, he never met anyone that could be so calm about a situation… let alone not care what was about to happen.
The Goth rubbed his temple and sighs “I guess biting his lip was a bad idea, totally turned him on or something.”
Valen frown at him “Morr likely pissed hyim off.” He replies.
The Goth shrug again “I can take care of myself.” He stood up, stumbles and almost crashed into the fallen trash cans. “Arr you drunk?” Valencence ask him.
The Goth shot a dark glare at him “I’m not drunk. I’m brilliantly tipsy.”
Zis iz a strange human, Valen thought. “I sink you need to go home... vill you be alright by yourself?”
“Not if this prick decides to wake up and looks for me.” the Goth pulled his leg back, brought it forward and kicked the fallen man in the crotch.
Valen raise a brow “You do know zat he iz unconscious, right?”
“Conscious or not, I know he felt it.” The Goth answer with an evil grin. “And as for the getting home on my own… I don’t wanna leave my car here and not to mention I live so far away, I would never get there in time and might end up collapsing in some forsaken neighborhood somewhere.”
“How much dyid you drink?” Valen ask him.
The Goth snorted “If I tell you, you won’t believe me.”
Luckily for Valen, he was able to drive. “I kyan drive you back home if you lyike, zo zen you von’t haff to vorry about your car being stole or zhose other sings.”
The Goth drum three fingers against jaw, thinking “Ok, sure. First let me buy a bottle of Wild Turkey, the bastard here knocked my other bottle out my hand before I could finish it.” He walked past Valen and went for the club’s entrance.
Valen left the alley and cursed himself for almost forgetting “I dyidn’t get your name. I’m Valencence Dragos, vat iz yours?”
The Goth looked over his shoulder and Valen saw something shimmer in his eyes “Call me Decay.”
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First’s thing first, I apologize for my Romanian vampire’s accent, I think it makes him cute and the second thing, I apologize for this crappy chapter, I’ll get to the sex scene in the next chap.
Also my French isn’t great so, I’m sorry for that as well
“Me libérer le barbare.”
“Unhand me barbarian.”
“Me gifler encore et je m'assurerai que vous mourez une mort pénible et macabre.”
“Slap me again and I’ll make sure you die a painful and gruesome death.”
Isn’t Decay sweet? ^w^
I hope I’m not forgetting anything…
Night of the Blood Red Moon
Valencence looked up and let loose a sigh as he walked past bars and ignored hookers trying to make passes at him. He brushes his back, with long ivory fingers, it was a rare moment that he didn’t wear his gloves that night but he wasn’t hunting his kin, the vampires.
That’s right, Valencence’s a vampire, actually he is only half. Despite being such, he had all of the vampire’s strength and speed, he aged like them, he had the blood lust, however, he could walk in the day, garlic and holy water annoyed him. He was turned when he was 17 but stopped aging when he was 19. He swore he would kill them all.
But right now, Valen was enjoying the crisp chilly air of the night.
A drunken brunette stopped him and asks if she could join him. He shook his head, she wrapped her arms around his neck and murmurs the type of things they could do together and press her lips to his.
Valencence took hold of her wrists and pulled away from her “I apologize mizz, but I am not seekink pleasure at ze moment.” He says with a heavy Romanian accent.
He turns and walks away from the pouting hooker.
A little farther down the street, Valencence gritted his teeth and rubbed his eyes, it has been a little over a month since he drank blood, a new record. Pulling his hand away from his eyes, they glaze up at the blood red moon peeking over a few drifting clouds.
Valencence had heard somewhere that when the moon turns red, someone is dying, what no one knew was that it also meant it was the vampires time to mate.
During his first year as a vampire, Valencence went through many mates, mainly males and much to his disgust and against his will. Every time the red moon appears, he made sure he wouldn’t be found by another vampire and if he ever was… he made sure they didn’t live to touch him.
Even then, it had been long since he was with any one. Shaking his head, trying to rid his thoughts of such things, even though he knew he would have to feed, lest he loose control over his lust and go on a feeding frenzy like he has done 78 years ago.
He heard a few trash cans crash upon the ground, he turned his head to the source and heard a drunken masculine voice.
“Be a good little bitch and get on your knees.” Followed by a voice in French “Me libérer le barbare.”
A loud smack echoed through the empty street. Valencence sighed bitterly as he walked between two buildings.
His night vision allowed him to see a tall heavy man slamming a smaller being into a wall. Both the smaller one’s wrists were caught in the bigger one’s hands, Valencence watched as he gripped both wrists in one hand and pressed his lips to his prey.
The heavy man pulled back with a yelp and back hand the little one. “Little whore.” He spat. The smaller one let loose a small ‘heh’ before replying again in French “Me gifler encore et je m'assurerai que vous mourez une mort pénible et macabre.”
Another slam into the wall “Stop talking in another language you little shit! I know you can speak English!” the heavy man roared.
Valencence continued to watch from his perch as the aggressive man worked his belt loose and then try to push the other to his knees, the half vampire was amaze that his knees didn’t buckle.
However, Valencence wouldn’t leave anyone to the fate of rape; he jumped down behind the taller man soundlessly. He knew he couldn’t kill the human and reasoning with him might not work and he couldn’t get a clear hit to the human’s head since he was taller by inches, he kicked at the back of the knees.
The tall man released his grip on his prey and cried out as it felt like his kneecap cracked in three places. Valen raised his hands and brought them down on his head with just enough force to knock him out.
He watched the human fall to the cold, litter covered ground and turn his attention to the other. He was the same height as him, messy gold hair pass his shoulder, his gold bangs fell into his eyes, part of his bangs was dyed white. Valen stared at the piercing in his eyebrow, wondering why on earth anyone would want to stick a safety pin through their eyebrow let alone three into their ear was beyond him.
More piercing graced his right ear, one such was a bat skull with wings and it looked heavy to Valen that he was surprise it hasn’t ripped from his lobe yet.
Looking down, Valen saw a red collar around his neck, a black string holding a silver skull with a cross in its mouth rest on his chest, a sleeveless black netted shirt stopped above his navel, black gloves stopping over his elbows, wrist cuffs on his wrists, his finger nails were painted black.
His tight black leather pants hugged his hips, skulls adorn his belt, some had hoops in their mouth, the pants itself looked like it had cut on both sides and had been sewed up with metal wire. Pants legs disappeared into boots, the zippers were silver skulls and belts adorn the black boots and the soles were silver.
Finally getting a look at his face, he notices that his right eye was green and the left was blue, he wore black eye liner and eye shadow, he had dark shadows under his eyes. Valen could also saw that he wore black lipstick even though it had smeared a bit. He also had such lovely pale skin.
Valen snapped back to reality as the man spoke “Enjoying yourself?”
He felt embarrass “I apologize forr starink.”
“Ooh, a foreigner… especially one wearing orange/red color contact lens, cute.”
“Actually, I haff been livink in zis country forr years.” It was half true.
“Hmmmm.” the Goth reply.
Valen coughed and ask “Why dyid zis man attack you?”
The blonde Goth shrug “I was just enjoying my night in this club,” he indicated the building he was leaning against “when this barbarian came up and started hitting on me. I smiled at him and told him to bend over and go fuck himself, he left after that. About 3 hours later, I decide to leave after making out with someone and as I was walking by the building, he grabs me, smacked me around a few times and tried to force me to suck him off. I seem to make a lot of enemies and weird freaks that stalk me for gods know what purpose.”
Valen blink at him, he never met anyone that could be so calm about a situation… let alone not care what was about to happen.
The Goth rubbed his temple and sighs “I guess biting his lip was a bad idea, totally turned him on or something.”
Valen frown at him “Morr likely pissed hyim off.” He replies.
The Goth shrug again “I can take care of myself.” He stood up, stumbles and almost crashed into the fallen trash cans. “Arr you drunk?” Valencence ask him.
The Goth shot a dark glare at him “I’m not drunk. I’m brilliantly tipsy.”
Zis iz a strange human, Valen thought. “I sink you need to go home... vill you be alright by yourself?”
“Not if this prick decides to wake up and looks for me.” the Goth pulled his leg back, brought it forward and kicked the fallen man in the crotch.
Valen raise a brow “You do know zat he iz unconscious, right?”
“Conscious or not, I know he felt it.” The Goth answer with an evil grin. “And as for the getting home on my own… I don’t wanna leave my car here and not to mention I live so far away, I would never get there in time and might end up collapsing in some forsaken neighborhood somewhere.”
“How much dyid you drink?” Valen ask him.
The Goth snorted “If I tell you, you won’t believe me.”
Luckily for Valen, he was able to drive. “I kyan drive you back home if you lyike, zo zen you von’t haff to vorry about your car being stole or zhose other sings.”
The Goth drum three fingers against jaw, thinking “Ok, sure. First let me buy a bottle of Wild Turkey, the bastard here knocked my other bottle out my hand before I could finish it.” He walked past Valen and went for the club’s entrance.
Valen left the alley and cursed himself for almost forgetting “I dyidn’t get your name. I’m Valencence Dragos, vat iz yours?”
The Goth looked over his shoulder and Valen saw something shimmer in his eyes “Call me Decay.”
* * * * * *
First’s thing first, I apologize for my Romanian vampire’s accent, I think it makes him cute and the second thing, I apologize for this crappy chapter, I’ll get to the sex scene in the next chap.
Also my French isn’t great so, I’m sorry for that as well
“Me libérer le barbare.”
“Unhand me barbarian.”
“Me gifler encore et je m'assurerai que vous mourez une mort pénible et macabre.”
“Slap me again and I’ll make sure you die a painful and gruesome death.”
Isn’t Decay sweet? ^w^
I hope I’m not forgetting anything…