Under a Blood Red Moon

By: Lady DeathAngel

Disclaimer: don't own them, don't sue me

Warnings: Not much for now. Slight language but that's about it.

A/N: Well, this is my first fic like this. I hope you all like it. BTW, the little background on vamps at the beginning of this is my own theory (sort of). It kind of differs in fanfics and original stories, but for my fics this is the history of vampyrs. As always, please R&R, thanks!





Vampires aren't the creatures that everyone thinks they are. To many people, vampires are blood sucking, night walking, un-dead creatures that can be killed by a well placed stake and repelled by a shredded onion. No one knows where they came from or why they're here. None but a select few.

If human technology ever advanced to the point that scientists and archeologists could read the ancient writings of long forgotten peoples, maybe they would know just what a vampyre really is.

The history of that infamous race dates back to the beginnings of time. And yes, vampyres have been around that long. In the beginning there were many gods but only two of them held complete reign over everything. They are the ones who created the other gods, the earth, the plants and animals . . . the entire universe. And then of course, humans.

Humans were Aalius and Orpa's brainstorm. Because Aalius and Orpa were so vain, they wanted creatures that would worship them, praise them, and bend to their every will. Animals couldn't do that. They had no choice but to bend to the will of the gods. The same with plants and all other elements of nature.

Humans though . . . they were another story. They created men and women to be less beautiful than them and their children so that humans could do naught but marvel at their beauty. They created men and women less intelligent, so that they couldn't help but look to the gods for assistance. They made men and women infinitesimal on purpose, and they only did it to accentuate their importance.

This all worked very well. For a while. Men and women grew numerous and populated the planet. They took care of the animals and plants, taking some of the work away from Flora, the goddess of the plants and her twin sister Fauna goddess of animals. They weren't overly dependant on the gods, but they still looked to them for guidance and prayed to them and dedicated much of their hard work to them.

But the biggest flaw in the human makeup was the need for nightly rest. Maybe if Aalius and Orpa had to sleep as well . . . but they didn't. And they grew so used to being given laud during the day, that they missed it terribly at night. And so, they set about creating another race. A race that could worship them at night. Love them and praise them and do all the things humans did while humans slept.

That was when vampyres were created. That was what vampyres were for. They were never meant to be dark and evil creatures. Then again, neither were humans and neither were the gods. And yet, in the end the gods did become dark and evil creatures.

They fought with each other, squabbled and bickered and killed and slaughtered until only two deities were left, and all they had was minimal power. Aalius and Orpa were very bitter when they drew their last breaths. They used all the rest of their energy to curse humans and to curse vampyres. Humans became a petty, jealous, prideful race and vampyres became an everlasting race dependant on the night and needing the blood their pale bodies lacked.

It was, after the world fell into a state of spiritual anarchy, that things for the human race began to look up despite everything, and things for vampyres began a long, tedious downward spiral. The end result was a race of 'vampires' who were evil, vile things that humans wanted to hunt down a kill. A race of 'vampires' who sucked human bodies dry and shriveled into lifeless corpses under the sun or any other intense heat.

It's a good thing then, one can surmise, that neither human nor vampyre knew the truth. And it was even better a thing for humans that once vampyres knew the truth they didn't use it against them. Because the truth was simple. Despite their supposed handicaps, vampyres were the strongest beings in the world. Stronger than humans are and stronger than the gods ever were.

~V~



There was a legend about a band of vampires who haunted the streets of unsuspecting towns and wreaked havoc among the citizens. No one knew how long the legend had existed, but it was a favorite among the men and women who lived in Chesta. It was for that reason that Hilde Schbieker hated going outside at night.

Her older brother always told her that the vampires especially loved to suck the blood of small, helpless five-year-old girls. He said that they really preferred little girls with dark hair and blue eyes too. She didn't want to believe him but he was so convincing. Her parents laughed at her when she said she was scared. They called her an impressionable little girl who needed to grow a spine if she wanted to survive in the world. Her parents weren't very nice.

Her grandparents though, were very nice. They would laugh at James when he told that story and then her grandfather would say in his loud, bear like voice, "That's codswallop my boy!" and her grandmother would hold her close and say "Stop scaring your little sister James. I know for a fact that vampires don't prefer any one person over another."

James didn't like Papa and Nana as much as he did their father and mother. Papa and Nana didn't let him get away with as much whereas their mother and father only chuckled when he hurt her or took her cookies or broke her toys. Hilde didn't like her family. She only liked Papa and Nana.

And then one day, Papa and Nana died. It was all so mysterious and frightening that Hilde didn't stop jumping at shadows for weeks. The town doctor said that they were poisoned but no one knew who could want to kill them. Hilde always suspected that it was James or her parents, but she didn't say anything. She was scared they'd kill her too if she did say anything.

Life grew steadily more miserable after that. James tortured her more and more often and her parents overlooked more and more. On the Halloween night after her grandparents had died, she didn't want to go out. She was scared. But her parents forced her out of the house. They made her put on a moldy old dress, gave her a red cloak with a hood, and deemed that her costume.

"You do know what really happened to Red Riding Hood don't you?" James had asked.

She hadn't answered. He'd do it for her after all. And he didn't disappoint.

"The wolf ate the granny and then he ate the woodsman. But you know what? He saved Red for dead last and when it was time for him to eat again her killed her slowly and chewed her carefully when he finally did eat her."

Hilde had shivered and pulled farther behind her brother. Only to be pulled back toward him by her hair. They didn't go trick-or-treating. Instead they attended a party in a large house at the edge of town. Halfway through it James grabbed Hilde's hand and led her out the back door.

"What are you doing?" She had asked.

He had wrapped a handkerchief around her eyes and then pushed her.

"We're playing blind hide and seek!" He said. "We'll hide and you seek!"

He laughed then and took off, leaving Hilde in the dark outside. She stumbled about slightly before going in the direction of a giggle. There was a loud laugh and she felt hands push her to her knees. She cried out as she hit the ground and then stood back up went in the direction she was sure she'd heard someone when she heard another sound.

A long, high note pierced the darkness and immediately Hilde was entranced. The sound was so beautiful. It changed into a lower note and soon became a song with no words. Hilde wanted to go toward it. She reached behind her and untied the handkerchief. Everything came into focus and she started walking.

She barely heard the sounds of the other boys and girls asking her where she was going. She only waved them off and continued on, a strange little smile lighting her heart-shaped face. She followed the sound into the garden . . . back out . . . into the woods. Deeper and deeper until she was in a small glen.

Above her the moon glowed a hideous red color, but she didn't notice it. All she noticed was the beautiful woman in the center of the glen. Her hair was long and so blonde it was almost white. It hung well past her waist and swished around her hips as she walked toward Hilde with a smile.

"Hello there." She said, her ice blue eyes glinting slightly in the night. "What's your name?"

"Hilde." She answered.

The woman smiled. "What a lovely name. Hilde, would you like to come home with me?"

"Is it better than mine?"

"Oh much."

Hilde nodded slowly.

"I want to go with you then."

The woman's smile turned feral.

"Marvelous. But first, come here."

She beckoned Hilde toward her and Hilde moved forward, as if she were a puppet on a string.

She held Hilde gently in her arms and suddenly Hilde felt cold. Reality hit her quickly and she struggled against the woman.

"Let me go!" She cried. "Please!"

But the woman didn't let go. Not until Hilde kicked her hard in the knee. With a cry she dropped her arms and sprang back with a hiss.

"Little brat." She said through clenched teeth. "I'll teach you. I was going to make it easy on you. But now I'm going to make it slow . . . drag the blood from your veins so languorously you'll feel every single drop of it leave your body."

Hilde's bright blue eyes widened.

"Are you a vampire?" She asked.

"Yes. Now come here like a good little victim . . ."

Hilde turned to run but realized she didn't know where to go. She felt hands close around her neck and she was lifted off of the ground and thrown backward. She hit the ground and all of the breath left her body in a whoosh.

"Now that you have been properly stunned, I'll have my fun with you."

She grabbed Hilde by the dress front and held her up until her neck was even with her blood red lips and razor sharp teeth. Hilde fought furiously, terrified beyond anyone's imagination. Her own personal nightmare was coming true and she was scared.

"Let me go!"

"Shut up!" The woman yelled, slapping her across the face.

Hilde quieted quickly enough and the woman smiled and then moved toward her throat, going for the jugular. Hilde winced at the moment she knew the teeth would pierce her skin. But that moment never came. There was a loud yell, almost like a growl and an equally loud scream of indignation.

Hilde fell to the ground in a heap and then scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled away as quickly as possible. Once she was at a safe enough distance she saw what had happened. At the last minute a man had covered Hilde's neck with his hand and the woman had bitten him instead.

She was spitting on the ground and glaring up at the man who was holding his hand to his chest.

"Damn you!" She cried. "Why did you have to stop me?"

"You were going to kill her!" The man cried back.

"Maybe I've just always wanted a daughter!" She retorted. "Maybe I only wanted to turn her."

"Either way you're a monster." He said in a low threatening tone. "Now get the hell out of here."

She glared up at him a moment more before she was on her feet and gone. The man turned to Hilde then, and she saw his face for the first time. His almost-purple eyes gazed down at her kindly. His lips were turned up in a smile. Hilde was shocked to see that a long braid hung over his shoulder.

She stood up slowly and walked toward him.

"Are you an angel?" She asked.

He laughed. "Sorry hun, but I'm definitely no angel."

She flung her arms around his waist. "You are now. You saved me. You're my angel."

He didn't hug her back, but she didn't care. She was just so glad that he had been there to help her. She wanted to cry because she still felt scared, even though it was all over. She held them back though, because she hated crying.

"I'm not an angel." He said again.

She let him go and looked up at him.

"Are you one of them? Are you a vampire?"

He hesitated and then nodded.

"Why don't you kill me then? That's what you're supposed to do, right?"

He chuckled. "Not all vampires are murderers. Some of us are good guys."

She grinned. "Well, if you aren't a murderer and since you saved me, you can still be my angel, right?"

He looked like he wanted to argue but then just shook his head and smiled.

"All right then. I'll be your angel."

She smiled wider and slipped her hand into his.

"Good."

"Good." He agreed. "Now let's get you back."

Hilde frowned because she didn't want to go back but then she allowed him to tug her along. They got to the edge of the forest and heard yelling and shouting. A few more yells and shouts later and Hilde realized they were looking for her.

"You'd better go on." Her angel said.

She turned to look up at him once more.

"I don't want to."

"You have to."

She bit her lip and then nodded.

"Okay. But will I ever see you again?"

He shook his head.

"Well can you give me something to remember you by?" She asked.

He smiled down at her and reached behind his neck and unclasped something. He knelt in front of Hilde and redid the clasp so that it hung on her neck and down her chest. She picked it up in her small palm and saw that it was a teardrop shaped almost-purple crystal.

"I may be back for that someday." He warned with a grin.

She smiled back at him before turning to leave. She stopped to wave but he was already gone. She tucked the necklace back into her dress and then turned. Time to go back. And this time she could tell James that she knew for a fact they didn't all prefer dark haired little girls.



A/N: okay, so what'd you think? I've got chapter two finished and I may just post this one soon, depending on the kind of response I get for this. Anyway, please review. ^.~ Ja!