Blood Moon
Chapter 1: The Lost Ones
The rain fell heavily on the streets of a dark town, sending reverberating flecks back up. The street was filthy, cracked, and poorly lit. The bar on one side was the only life here, surrounded by abandoned buildings and falling-apart fences. Cars lined the front, but every one of the owners had taken refuge in the crowded bar, all except for a group of four girls across the street.
The girls were seemingly unaffected by the rain, letting it drench them without even shivering or flinching. They stared unblinking at the lit windows and ajar door, expressionless.
The thinnest and tallest of the group shifted, earning the others' attention immediately. Her shoulder-length light brown hair hung limp and heavy from the downpour, making her face look jagged and sharp. All four of the girls were a deathly pale, with almost translucent skin and clawed fingers.
"Elizabeth, what are we waiting for?" the next-tallest girl spoke from under long, curly, black hair, staring out from under equally dark eyebrows. She stepped forward, but stopped quickly when the first girl turned her head towards her.
"We wait," she said quietly, then turned her gaze back at the bar. The two other girls shifted uncomfortably behind her.
"Wait for what?" the next girl spoke, with short, hot pink hair hidden under a dark hooded jacket, only her light eyes flashing under the shadows of it. She was fidgeting for another moment before the girl next to her, the shortest of the four, put an arm out to settle her.
"Listen to Elizabeth, Eva. We wait," the girl said firmly, her wet hair plastered to the front of her face, hanging all the way to her waist in dark waves. The fidgety one quieted down, frowning.
The group was silent for another long while, eerily intent on the door of the bar. As the moon finally peaked above their heads, two middle-aged men stumbled out, laughing drunkenly and leaning on one another as they made their way in the rain away from the bar, not even stopping at any of the cars. With a quick and silent nod from the apparent leader, the girls began walking quickly, falling in step with the men quietly.
"Whassat!" one of the men spun around when the curly-haired one knocked over a couple of cans that were sitting on the curb. The girls, with inhumane speed, crouched behind cars and dumpsters, the shorter one even scaling the wall of a building like a lizard.
"Whaswat?" the other man laughed as the first one shook his head and smiled, shrugging stupidly as they resumed stumbling along, even beginning to sing a crude song loudly, cackling at some parts.
When the men fell sideways, into a further darkened alley, the girls quickly blocked the opening, causing the men to quickly spin around, fall again, and realize they were there.
"Amidreamin?" the first man slurred, and the second nodded slowly. The girls didn't reply, they only looked at the leader, who paused a moment before nodding. They stalked forward towards the men, whose eyes widened.
"Hoocaresman? Hotchiks!" the second man whooped loudly and went to make a grab at the nearest one. He missed horribly, falling over in the muck before pulling himself up again. The first man made an affirmative grunt as he too tried to stand.
"Wasyername, baby?" the second man said as the pink-haired one grasped his arm hard, causing a temporary clearing of his head with the sharp pain. It quickly dissolved and he leered at her. "Soyoolikeitruff, baby? Imkoolwitdat."
"Donhogemman!" the first man laughed harshly and tried to grasp another girl, only to be easily avoided. The curly-haired one scoffed softly and the pink-haired one jerked the second man's arm, causing another wince of pain.
The other two girls grabbed the first man in an equally fierce way before the leader took a step forward, causing them to freeze. The men, even as drunk as they were, began struggling in the grips. The girls didn't budge.
"Gentlemen, we're not chicks, nor are we here for sex," she took another slow step forward, and the girls simultaneously grinned evilly, exposing long, sharp, and deadly-looking fangs. The men began breathing faster.
"Good. Be scared. It makes the blood run faster," the curly-haired one snickered as the man she was helping to hold began struggling violently, to no avail. The pink-haired one laughed. Elizabeth, the tallest one, took another step and they quieted, still grinning in anticipation.
"We are the Lost Ones," she said slowly, and quickly closed the remaining gap between her and the man the pink-haired one was gripping. He flinched as she brought her teeth close to his face.
"We're the Lost Ones," the other girls repeated, enjoying the fear emanating from the men, the sweat being instantly washed away with the still pouring rain. After a moment of terror on the men's part, the pink-haired one used her free hand to jerk the man's head to one side, exposing his neck. The pulsing veins were visible, along with the fast and ragged breathing.
The curly-haired one did the same, shoving the man's hair aside to display the bare flesh. Her companion stared at the neck with a rabid hunger growing. The girls grew more excited as Elizabeth chuckled softly before nodding at the pink-haired one, who immediately sank her teeth sharply into his neck. He gasped quietly, and the other girls followed suit, the shortest one growling before biting the man.
"And we want blood," Elizabeth laughed as the men spasmed, whimpering softly as the girls drank heavily. Not a single drop of blood escaped their mouths as the shorter one stopped and let the curly-haired one drink.
As the men grew limp, their struggles dying off, the girls pushed them away. Wiping their mouths, they smiled like animals and looked at one another, and then at Elizabeth, who hadn't taken any blood.
"I'll never understand why you gave it up," the pink-haired one said quietly as she stepped away from the drained bodies, watching the rain mix with the remains of the blood left to run. The others muttered agreement as they turned away from their kill.
"Human's aren't the only source of blood," Elizabeth said softly, glancing a moment longer at the bodies before nodding at them to leave. As they ran quietly away, she followed behind silently. They didn't even stir hardly any water on the ground as they passed, flying down abandoned streets and back-alleys towards the woods.
End Chapter