Bleeding Moon

Chapter 7: Blood Thirst (Part 1)

Chapter 7: Blood Thirst (Part 1)

A cold breeze ungracefully passes through the night sending unwanted chills down the murderous young woman's spine. Minutes had passed or perhaps hours; it doesn't really matter to the young woman. The night is cold as is the body beneath her. She stares at the witch's corpse for another brief moment. The witch's pale body glistens under the night and her cold lifeless stone eyes will make anyone shiver in fear. What once was living now dwells a peculiar empty vessel. The witch's corpse is so eerie looking, different from any other corpses. The dry blood tones the paleness of the corpse down. It adds to a beautiful, but gruesome scenery under the night and under the red soften rays of the bleeding moon's light.

The young nameless woman savors the taste of the witch's delightful blood. It tastes different from werewolves' blood; she can feel a power within her making her feel stronger.For some odd reason, out of some sort of respect, the young woman decides to bury the witch under the tree with an odd bent shape. Once the young woman throws the last bit of dirt with a shovel that she found nearby, the odd bent shape looking tree slowly changes into a normal shape just like any other trees, but the leaves of tree turns into bright green and blueish color.

 'How strange!' the young woman thought.

Strange indeed. Even after her death magic roams her. The nameless young woman closes her eyes and a strange feeling radiates through her body. It is the witch's blood that carry her magic. That same magic that now courses through the nameless young woman's body. Her dark blue eyes now stare at the dark sky above her and as she stares up hatred fills her eyes. Her mouth twitches in a snarl like expression towards the red moon. Her eyes have become dark almost demon like, but with streaks of dark blue.  The curse of the Bleeding Moon has become a thorn embedded deep inside of her. Although she doesn't remember her past or who she is, she remembers the night in which she died under that same moon of terror, the moon that bleeds.

......

Not too far from where the witch's cabin lay, a few miles north,  a private land of one hundred acres rest on a rich like environment full of tall trees, lake, small town, and a mansion. Well what is left of a mansion. Half of its beauty work is crumble into pieces, fallen, due to its first encounter with the beasts of the bleeding moon. There were many casualties, humans and werewolves. The Alpha of the pack could have tried and fought the so called slaves of the underworld, but fate was or is on his side. He and few of his people including his brother were trapped in a cellar thus surviving the night. The alpha of the pack tried his best to break the doors and save his people, his strength was useless something kept him from dying that night. He did in fact came across one of the beast right before the beast killed his best friend. The alpha wanted to sink his teeth onto the beast's throat, but was distracted by his beloved girlfriend's screams. As he dragged  her to safety he was trapped inside a cellar, and ever since then he feels like he failed as an Alpha. He couldn't protect the ones that died or the injured.

Now he stares at the bleeding moon above him the same eerie feeling appears in the pit of his stomach as the first bleeding moon. Danger awaits and death will come. The Alpha sense it as his dark green eyes stares at the moon that seems to be bleeding.

"We need to hide now."

 Carlos, the Alpha of the Green Stone Pack, rushes the last few survivors   down to the cellar of his mansion. The same cellar that spare their lives.  As some people and werewolves run for safety they hear from a short distance the howling of the beasts coming for the taste of blood and meat. The Alpha cannot bare to lose any more of his people for a great number of them were murder by the strange malicious young beauty. Though he can't get her of his mind, the urge for vengeance and for justice gives him the strength to live so one day he can be face to face with the mysterious stranger that massacre his people not soo long ago and shred the last bit of hope for a future.  Perhaps he figures that he may not stand a chance fighting the slaves of the underworld, but he could just maybe kill the young woman with face of an angel that taunts him every hour of the day.