The Moon's Shadow pt1.

John Parson, Age: 28, Blood Type A+, Religion: Christian. John "Johnny" Parson sat in his car fingering his dog tags…remembering; that horrible September day in 2006, when a bomb exploded next to is humvee in Iraq. He could recall the screaming inside, the unearthly cries, the despair. In truth, Johnny Parson has seen a lot of shit in his time, but what he saw that night was comparable to what he experienced in Baghdad…or was it more. More what? Frightening, no, it was more puzzling and at the same time disturbing. Johnny Parson had seen friends blown up into tiny pieces that could've been confused with ground beef, but this was different. "Damn" he thought to himself as he gripped with the reality of what he saw. What exactly did SGT John Parson, US Army 75th Ranger Regiment see? An extremely beautiful girl, dark hair with reddish highlights, pinned to the ground, with a man on top. John thought it was normal, two twenty-something's, not even, Parson's would estimate them at 17 years of age, each! "Okay" he thought, two teens, dry humping on a lawn, nothing wrong with that, but then the fucker put his head up. Mouth full of blood, two fangs in his mouth; under the guy, the girl was literally climaxing under the guy and her neck and face were full of blood. Johnny had no idea what this was; was there a new fad around? Instead of sex, teens were no biting each other? From the looks of it, the guy was doing all the work. John knew that this girl, although having a good time, was in trouble. Johnny let the Ranger inside him out and charged the bastard. In a blink, the guy was gone…gone in a flash (you have no clue…like it was a flash and zoom, he was gone). John now had to tend to the girl, but she was gone, obviously bled to death. The event that followed was the real reason Johnny was so shaken up. As he turned to get his cell, the girl with the dark hair and reddish highlights got up! She stood up, smiled at the Ranger and walked down the street. Before John could react, she was gone. John had seen some fucked up things, but this took the cake, big time.

As he sat in his car, John tried to make sense of what the hell had happened, but he was too tired to think. So he finally reached his house, the house his parents bought him and his ex fiancée before he left for Iraq. He opened the door, walked in, went straight to the fridge and got a beer. He sat on the couch to see what was going on in the world. The channel was on a local station; the headline startled him, "Three girls missing". John's thoughts at first didn't make much of the news, until they showed a picture of a 17 year old girl with dark hair and reddish highlights. "Holy shit", Parson thought as he sat up from his couch. "It's her…that girl…damn". Parson at this point didn't know what to do. Should he call the police? Why? The girl was alive…after she was dead for a few minute, but that didn't matter, she was alive, or was she? John laughed at this comical idea. "Vampires, come on". Parson tried pushing the thought to the back of his mind, but it would entertain him in his dreams. To Parson, though, it was a Godsend, he was finally glad to replace the dreams he had of Iraq with something he saw laughable.

At 5:30 am, Parson woke up, thanks to his alarm clock. He did his morning's workout and hit the shower. After that, eggs and bacon plus a giant glass of orange juice; as he ate his breakfast his mind was, again, buzzing with last nights events. "This is such bullshit" Parson snarled in anger now. He decided to put away his frustration by going to the town library. He literally emptied out the library of Vampire books.