Blood Moon And The Body Snatchers

Chapter 10: They're not werewolves, kid

A blonde haired miscreant sits at the counter of a small bar in eastern Paris. This place is far from the runways, far from the Eiffel tower, in a notorious neighborhood known for its sailor-type ambiance. He has a vodka on ice even though he's already drunker than he's been in a long time. His skin is smooth and without a blemish, his clothes are black leather, with red trim and a few eagle feathers hanging from his shoulders. A single sword rests in a sheath on his back, although it isn't locked all the way in just in case. He chugs his drink, then slides the glass across the bar and the waiter catches it.

"Hey fruity" the young man says "let me get another"

"Come on kid, you need to slow down. I've already given you 5 over the limit."

"Im not driving. Im walking home, so give me another. You know I'll pay my tab before i leave."

The bartender reluctantly slid the young man another glass, then wiped the counter as if he hadn't done a thing. The sound of the door slamming open was followed by a cool breeze wrapping around the young man's ear. He didn't turn around, he knew he had been found.

"That's him! The demon lives!" shouted a woman in the doorway. 10 grown men and a few women flooded the bar, they formed a mob by the door so that the young man couldn't escape, though he didn't seem too worried. The largest man in the group began to speak.

"We know who you are Rox, we know what you've been doing."

"And what would that be hmm?" Rox asked

"You've been killing our sons and daughters, some as young as 16! Charlie said he even saw you eating the Williams boy!"

"You've all made a mistake, you shouldn't have come here. I'll give you one chance to leave." Rox said

"Yea... yea we'll leave here with your head on a stick you freak!"

The mob of people went nuts, screaming and chanting absurd things about honor and bravery. They were so loud in fact, that they didn't even hear the door close and lock behind them. Rox killed the rest of his drink, then set the glass down easily.

"Turn and face us, demon." the large man said

Rox touched his foot to the floor, then appeared in front of the large man in an instant. His face was cold and expressionless as he picked the man up by his shirt. He brought him in close and bit a mouth-full of flesh out of the right side of his neck. He then dropped the screaming man, whose screams were nothing more than gurgled nonsense by this point. The man lay on the floor, covering his neck to try and stop the bleeding, it wasn't working.

The onlookers were hushed at the sight of this cannibalism, Rox chewed his treat with the satisfied look of a lioness after the kill. Blood ran down Rox's neck and onto his chest. He swallowed, then took a deep breath.

"Boo" he said softly

The people all tried to run but couldn't get through the locked door. The ones in the back were pushing, the ones in the front were being crushed. Rox set in upon his victims and made short work of their meek frames. He twisted necks and scarred the faces of the people, this was a bloody event even for the roughest part of Paris. When all was said and done, there was nothing left but a pile of bodies and sorrow. Rox turned to the bar-tender, who was cleaning a glass as if nothing happened.

"You got a payload this time huh?" the bartender said

"Shut up and call the boss."

Rox sat at the bar and drank himself into a stupor, it wasn't long before the cleanup crew had arrived to take the bodies and clean the blood. They wore white has-mat suits and were guarded by A.I.M. soldiers who wore odd helmets and never said a word. When the cleanup was over, a very confident man walked into the bar. He was dressed in a long black coat and dark sunglasses with a t-shirt and jeans under the coat.