Blood Red Moon
So I decided maybe I can try my hand at writing a horror/comedy story…which seems impossible to do since the two genres are practically the opposite of the other. I'm particularly new to writing horror, and more used to writing comedy, so bear with me here on this okay?

Summary: I curse this life that I have been given, the life of an undead, as a vampire. I am a hunter of the night, forced the shy away from the light and embrace darkness. This is my life, my cursed life.

It happens only once every half millennium, the day when the moon grows much more crimson and blood red than ever before. A day when blood is shed by a countless number of both the innocent and the guilty. A day that will chill you to the bone whenever you think about it; a day, when all order is lost, and chaos reigns.

Ayumi: How about that for a summary?
Aleras: It doesn't give anything away, but about some event.
Ayumi: Yup, I was hoping to do that.
Aleras: But it also doesn't make any sense.
Ayumi: Well thank you very much.
Aleras: Who else did you put in this story?
Ayumi: Talera?
Aleras: Who's that?
Ayumi: Iono. And no I am not obsessed with 'A' names, it just happens to start with 'A' a lot.
Aleras: Sure…
Ayumi: And I do not own what ever it is I do not own, that I'm gonna use in here.

Blood Red Moon
Dark Thoughts: My True Nature

It's everywhere inside of you. It's the life force holding you together. Blood, precious life giving blood. The red oozing liquid that flows inside every living creature. Something children of the night have, but don't have. Their blood is cold and unmoving, dead blood is all they have. It gives no life, it moves not through their body.
Vampires, creatures of hell, children of the night, monsters, call them what you want, it doesn't matter one way or another. The vile stench of death that surrounds these creatures is very strong, intoxicating. They are the dead undead, the living dead, monsters from hell.
Once every half millennium it happens, the slaughter for blood caused by the bloodlust in there creatures. It happens on a universal scale every thousand years. But only once does it happen in half a millennium, once. Once in a half millennium is enough, once is one time too many. A great slaughter, a huge feast, that is all it is to them.
Bloodshed happens. Many people dying to satisfy the thirst of these night creatures. These creatures wander and roam the dark alleys and streets at night. They seek for unsuspecting prey to feed on. Their prey all end up with cruel and twisted fates of death. Tainted dark blood exists. There are those who have tainted their blood with evil and malice. These are the ones whose blood tastes so sickly that it displeases the night creatures. Ones with tainted blood become the slaves of the night creatures as they are turned into ghouls. They do the bidding of their vampire masters, down to every last little annoying whim. With no life and no will of their own, they will do anything, even if it means destruction. Regardless the situation it'll put them in, they will do anything without complaint or rebelling.
Utter and complete chaos occurs on that one fateful day. The blood of many innocent and evil humans and creatures flood the streets, down to the very last alleyway. The flooding of blood takes time to clean, after the huge feast. The ones who survive the chaos clean the blood and dead corpses of humans off the street and bury them. Many graves are dug, and many ceremonies held as the bodies are lowered one by one into the grave. The ones lost to death are now in peace, but tears of anger, frustration and sadness are shed for those loved ones. The tears shed, vengeance starts to avenge those who were mercilessly slaughtered to quench the thirst of the vampires.
As the bloodlust fades from the vampires, bloodlust builds up in the humans, the need for bloodshed of the night creatures' destructions. They are out to slay those 'despicable' creatures of the night. Half a millennium after another half a millennium, the same day after another; a circle connecting bloodlust to slaughter, slaughter to vengeance, and vengeance to bloodlust; it goes on and on, a never ending circle of hatred.

It is something that I myself never want to encounter again, never want to hear of again, never want to remember ever again; the day when the blood red moon shines down brightly on us, when death and destruction are at hand.

Who am I that I should know so much of this matter?

I am a survivor of that chaotic day, a day when all order is lost, and chaos reigns. I have watched as many people that I knew were dragged away as food. I have seen the destruction that was done to my city. And I have seen this happen many times now.

How am I able to see this many times already?

I am an immortal being, I have seen the very first time the chaos and destruction happened. I was there when the first man was bitten and had his blood sucked dry for food. I was there when the first building of some kind fell as the destruction started. I was there, watching from the side, not helping, and not caring.
Time has passed since that first day of destruction and chaos. And I still remember so clearly the events that soon followed after. Blood was spilt into the rivers, seas and oceans, changing the pure and clear water into a bloody and tainted colour.

Who am I truly?

I am a creature of the night, comrade of the vampires, and yet, the thought of blood makes me feel sick. I am a disgrace to my kind as many have out it, and an abomination as others have said. I'm wanted with neither the humans nor the vampires, I am an outcast. Yet, I have powers beyond comparison to the others, I am the ultimate vampire, but with one flaw, I do not like blood.
My parents were also vampires, and they drank blood to keep themselves alive. They were purebloods Nosferatus, powerful vampires, and under a spell binding contract with a human. My father always loved the sight of blood, and he still does, he hunt on every living thing he can, enjoying the sight of blood gushing out of his victim as he rips him up bit by bit with his bare hands. My mother on the other hand always did things much more mannerly, more civilized. My mother was not into getting blood onto her clothes, but she will resort to doing so if the time calls for it. My parents always go out on search and destroy missions together, they are almost never apart from each other. When they are, it would be on their own time. Though my mother used to hate the idea of drinking blood when she was much younger, she has gotten used to it now. I guess that I must take after her.
Now that I think about it, I do miss my parents. I have not seen them for some time now. When was that last time I did see them? Was fifty years ago? Or was it much longer?

What is my name?

I am Aleras. My name was created from taking parts of my parents' names and putting letters together to create 'Aleras'. I am the child of two true Nosferatus, the great hunters of the dark. Beings of which whose names are feared by all others, the King and Queen of Darkness themselves. I am the spawn of these two hell creatures, whose souls will be forever in eternal damnation. I am Aleras, Aleras of the Dark, the daughter of Hell itself.

All the years that I have spent with my parents have distorted my mind, creating a dark void within me as a heart. My father would always say that having emotions like love, pity and sympathy would be my downfall. I took those words into my dark void of a heart and have kept his rules for as long as I can remember, but to see that others are not like me, it makes me wonder how they have survived those harsh times.
A being like me, harsh, cold and unmoving, am I really to be allowed to live in this world? My father, a man of committing great sins in all his life and unlife has been allowed to remain for so long, but, it was because of my mother. She was the one behind his so called sanity, or as close to it as it can ever be.

This is how I live my unlife, the one that was given to me by the two wretched vampires. I curse the life that I have been given, but at times, I an grateful to be the way that I am, a vampire, no more, no less.

This is all I'm probably gonna write for a Hellsing fic…hope you liked it.