Beginning Note: This fiction was originally written in Bahasa Indonesia in 2010. It's translated into English for an entry of OPHalloween Event in Tumblr for day #3 prompt: Moon. The fiction actually consists of two big part: Red Moonlight (vampire ver.-Sanji) and Bright Fullmoon (werewolf ver.-Zoro). Each part is divided into four subparts: Beginning, Middle, Climax, Ending; so there will be 8 chapters.

I'll finish translating all complete on Oct 25. Enjoy!

TWO MOONS Series

Part I: Red Moonlight / Vampire ver.

"Two sharp sparks clashed behind the night—her blade, ready to pierce his heart, or his fangs, capable of tearing at her neck."

The Beginning

A large chapel, built on the edge of a town that was not too crowded, belonged to the only exclusive and closed-door Catholic boarding school in the town. The school was lined with high walls, a pointed iron on top of it, as if to lock up the occupants of the dorm. Being on the edge of the town, the outer area of the fence is bordered by the woods. And, at this night, there was a lunar eclipse causing the full moon to glow red, making people passing through the area feel haunted by the school buildings. It is said that there are indeed terrible rumors that are flown about it.

After all, there should be hymns from the chapel; a choir that accompanies a sacred service. Tonight, however, no service is scheduled at all because the school is entering the summer holiday season. There is only the dim light from the candlestick arrangement neatly aligned on the altar. The atmosphere is barren—there are only sounds of whispers, groans, and sighs from two teenagers who are lurking there.

"Shush..."

"Ahhhh..."

It certainly is not a voice that should be presented before God. Though, you could say God may bless His people to make love because it is in accordance with His gospel.

They sit on one of the loungers. The young man begins to slide his hand under the girl's mini skirt to dive into her panties, his other hand running through her hair. As they continue to twist their tongues against each other, the girl wraps her arms around his shoulders and neck, as if pulling him deeper into her arms. His body is pushed forward, urging the girl to lie down on a chair. The position coaxes him even further; his blond head begins to move up and down, mapping every inch of her body—from the waist, belly, chest, and finally touching ...

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Her neck...

Uncovered and presented smoothly.

He opens his mouth, and a sharp object glints under the light.

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Blood slowly drips.

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"I wouldn't want to dirty your beautiful white uniform, Nami-san." The male student—Sanji—whispers. "Can you please get this knife out of my hand?"

"Tsk, it's failed huh?" said the girl who called Nami was clucking her tongue. "The news is right, you're really an intelligent student, Sanji-kun."

What happened?

Their remains the same, but there is now a knife through Sanji's hand. Sanji leans forward on one hand, looking up to face Nami. His other hand is bent behind his back, blocking Nami's attack.

"My Nami-san is the smart one," Sanji continued. "But, you should've known I take care of my hands more than the rest of my body."

"Then don't block it," Nami replies, smiling seductively as if nothing happened—confident despite her first failure.

"I'm happy to die in your hands, Nami-san," Sanji says, keeping a gentle smile as if the wound does not hurt at all. "But I cannot die now."

"I thought you'd cooperate, Sanji-kun. You said you'd do anything for me, right?"

"Yeah, I'd do anything for you, my dear Nami-san," he says softly. "But not to help the organization you work for."

At that, Nami swings her leg at him, but Sanji swiftly jumps towards the side of the chair. There is no point in maintaining the ruse; they have already known who each other is. Nami stands on a chair, holds up the knife she was carrying, and—with a quick jerk—releases a long chain from the handle.

"What a practical weapon. I'm shocked a lovely woman like you would hide such a terrible thing behind her body," Sanji praises.

Now it is clear that there is a pair of long fangs behind his lips, indicating that he is ...

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...not human.

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"Stop your ridiculous acts, Sanji-kun," Nami snarls, no longer interested in teasing him. "This blade is made by silver and you won't get away from me."

"Ah, you're right. My blood will keep flowing, so wherever I go, these droplets will surely guide you," Sanji looks down at the palm of his hand, realizing that his ability to heal himself quickly would not work if he was hurt by silver. His expression changes. "Mellorine, just thinking about this hunt makes my heart race."

"Idiot!" Nami exclaimed and sweatdrop with a face of shark teeth responding to Sanji's heart eye. "It's just that we're together, Sanji-kun, I never meant to love you and I know that your love for me is also fake, the vampires cannot love humans, you eat them, you cheat on and kill them, right?"

Sanji furrows his eyebrows and sharpens his eyes at Nami, his expression then turns serious.

Is it right that he's a vicious vampire who, with his handsome looks, has lured and quietly preyed on some of their school's female students?