A sick yellow harvest moon rises above the forest treetops. Jessabelle lies in Raphael's arms and the sunset rays slip behind the horizon. Silent slippered feet scuff up the stairs to the bedroom and slowly turn the well-oiled door handle. A small form with a hard pounce jumps up on the bed sitting on his knees on top of the covers, bouncing gleefully, his eyes shimmering with a light, pink glow.
"Come on, get up, the moon is out, it's time to go." Lucas hops off the bed.
"Alright, you just give your mother and I a minute to get ready." Raphael's smooth tone carries caringly into the boy's ear. He skips out of the room, closing the door gently behind him, running down the halls to the outer courtyard. The parents slip out of bed rubbing sleep from their eyes and dress in their hunting attire; Raphael in his black leather pants and long sleeved shirt with a cloth cloak and Jessabelle in her black dress with like lace. Raphael steps up behind Jessabelle, wraps his arms around her waist inside her dress and with a soft snarl he playfully bites at her neck as she giggles girlishly. He ties up her dress with a satisfied smirk playing on his features. Opening the door with gleeful unanimous screeches, the two look at their partner and transform, leaving the room with a gust, closing the door behind them.
Arriving in the courtyard, the boy sees his parents flying swiftly towards him, turns to the direction of the town, and begins to fly towards it. The two accompanying bats soon catch up to the smaller. One on either side of him, they fly into the city lights.
