A.N. This story contains adult content and graphic situations so if you aren't of age or you don't feel comfortable reading, please kindly press the back button on your browser. For everyone else, this is my first Moonlight fic so constructive criticism is extremely appreciated. Please read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Moonlight. I'm only using them for my entertainment and hopefully some of yours.
The night was warm as Beth Turner walked out of her Buzzwire office. She stopped for a moment and dug her car keys out of her purse. She had a long day and was ready to go home and get cleaned up before heading to Mick's apartment. This was going to be their first real date since Mick turned back into a vampire. When Beth found her car keys, she noticed a person's reflection on the door of her car and turned around. Expecting it to be Mick, she opened her mouth but was gagged with a disgusting tasting handkerchief. Before Beth could struggle to get a breath so she could scream, the chemicals on the handkerchief fogged her mind and she lost consciousness.
Mick St. John paced the living room of his apartment checking his watch. This was Beth and his first real date and the nerves were getting to him. Everything was set up; he had reservations at a restaurant for eight o'clock and Beth was supposed to meet him at seven thirty. It was currently seven forty right now and Mick was beginning to get worried. It wasn't like Beth to be late. Five minutes later, Mick decided to call her cell phone.
He heard the phone ring, and ring again, and again, and finally heard, "Hey this is Beth, please leave a message and I'll get back to you."
Frustrated, Mick hung up the phone and decided to go over to Buzzwire to see if she was still there. On the way, he tried to call Beth again but only got her voice mail. When Mick arrived at Buzzwire, he noticed that Beth's car was still parked in the parking lot. Mick noticed that her keys were lying next to her car and could distinctly smell chloraphorm in the air. If his heart was still beating, it would've begun racing. Mick couldn't smell any vampires in the area, but that did little to ease his fears. Mick decided to call someone who had more influence over people than he did.
"Mick." Josef said in a bored voice, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Josef, Beth's been kidnapped." Mick began.
"Oh, what a surprise there," Josef said sarcastically.
"Shut up, I need you to ask some of your friends if anyone slipped up and accidentally exposed themselves."
"Why do you always accuse another vampire after something like this happens?" he asked, annoyed. "Face it Mick, she's a sitting duck. She's human, things like this happen, and sometimes vampires have no part to play in this."
"What do you want me to do? I'm not going leave her for dead!" Mick growled.
"The responsible thing to do would be to level the playing field if you know what I mean. Our lifestyle isn't very conducive to a human's longevity Mick. If you care about her, you'll stop seeing her or stop putting her in constant danger. Anyway, I'll ask around and get back to you in ten minutes. I'm expecting something good in return for this, preferably some O positive."
Beth woke up in a dark room tied to something wooden. She felt a drop of liquid slowly run down her forehead and onto her lips. It was her blood. Once her mind cleared she could feel the sharp pain from the wound in her head. Though she couldn't see it, every time she'd move more blood would trickle down her face. Across the room she could hear someone shuffling around and moving stuff on a table.
"Hello is anyone there?" she called.
The footsteps stopped and the lights came on. There were three hooded figures and they each had something in their hands. One pulled out a bible and began chanting in Latin while the other two began moving towards Beth slowly – almost ritualistic. Both figures pulled out surgical scalpels and made incisions on both of her bound wrists. Beth cried out as the blade ran across her skin and blood ran down her forearms. Both figures then walked towards the third with the bible and knelt down and joined in with the chanting.
"What do you want from me?" Beth screamed.
The man holding the bible shut it and slowly lowered the hood on his robe. He was in his early sixties and had grey hair that was tied into a ponytail.
"I want to know how to kill vampires."
"And what makes you think I even believe in vampires? Beth sneered.
The man walked over and slapped her. "You are in the presence of the Almighty Lord, do not lie to him. Now tell me, how to you kill vampires?"
"Fuck off," Beth said, spitting in his face.
"Fine, but you'll find that we can be very persuasive." He said, motioning for the other two men to rise and follow him out the room.
"Sorry Mick," Josef said, "all of the people that would talk to me said they haven't done anything that would arouse suspicion. But you may want to take a look on channel three, there's something very interesting going on downtown."
When Josef hung up, Mick turned his TV on and listened:
"Angry protesters are parading through downtown L.A. today. They belong to a faction called God's Army and apparently they're not happy."
Mick watched as men and women paraded around in black hooded cloaks holding signs that said, "Only the Almighty should live forever" and "The devil's children are among us."
"Though it's really unclear what their protesting about, their message has been heard."
Mick knew what they were protesting about. They were protesting the existence of vampires.
A.N. God's Army is a fictional faction created by me, and is in no way intended to mock, poke fun, or belittle any religious groups. Please do not take this as an attack on your personal religion.
Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are very much appreciated! A second chapter is on its way and it will be longer. I just thought this would be a good place to stop.