Cult of The Moon (Completed)

Prologue

As Connor processed the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be intrigued by what was happening. The group he was studying was chanting, in a language so lost he dared not try to identify it. As he continued to watch the circle of women, one of them strutted forward into the middle of the ring, where a black altar sat in the middle of the clearing. The oddly shaped clearing sat in the middle of deep dense woods with nothing  growing in the perfect circle. The dirt was pitch black. It was a phenomenon that not even science could explain; although it seemed like they never stopped trying. In the moonlight, he saw the girl in the middle raise her left arm, and with this signal the circle closed behind her. From within the folds of her white gown, she pulled out a simple, flat black dagger. She lowered her hand over the altar and sliced her wrist horizontally, sending her blood pouring out onto the altar.

"Holy shit..." he whispered as he tried to pull his gaze away. But he was lost in the beauty and horror of the ritual. He was completely unaware of everything else and all he wanted was to watch her forever. She was of average height, definitely not taller than he was. All he could see from his hiding spot was her side profile but Conner could tell that she was beautiful. She has a slender build and long dark hair that tumbled down her back like a waterfall, rippling through moonlight when she moved. To say the least, she was the most stunning one of the group. She seemed to be in charge by the way the others seemed to look at her for cues. They seemed to look at her with reverend love or burning hate, sometimes a mixture of the two. The chanting stopped so suddenly it sent a shiver down Conner's spine, and he shook in his sneakers.

The bleeding, beautiful one started to chant alone. Conner started to listen, and realized  that he could roughly translate what the girl had said. Thank you convenient but forced Greek class. It meant something about sacrificing to the moon. Wait, was she sacrificing her blood to the Moon?! What kind of satanic cult was this? okay, I've had enough He decided that he had enough and started to crawl backward from the hill he was laying on, scuttling backward like a crab when a twig his hand snapped. He cursed under his breath hoping that no one had heard. But as usual, his luck was shitty. The leader turned and made eye contact with him. Although the only light source was the Moon, he sensed she could see perfectly even without it.

"We have an observer" She announced calmly. Her voice was intoxicating, it was smooth like chocolate and melodic like a song. It held strong and rolled off her tongue.

"Eden, what do we do?" One of the girls asked, her eyes intently focused. The girl was small and had long blond hair down to her waist.

"We bring him home, Carly like a small dog found in a storm" Eden said condescendingly, folding her arms across her waist. The bleeding from her wrist had stopped and a large scar had already formed where the gash had been only seconds before.

"Yes, My Lady " Carly meekly obeyed and began to walk towards him. Connor tried to get up, to run away, but he was paralyzed. He couldn't move. He struggled against the invisible bonds that held him but to no avail. As Carly moved closer to him he realized the futility of his situation. He was trapped, by satanic magic it seemed, and a satanic cult was about to capture him. Lovely. Carly seized his arms and dragged him over to the group, strength that seemed impossible for someone of her size. It was a long and uncomfortable drag since his hiding place was roughly 50 feet away from their circle. Carly had moved with inhuman speed, she had walked it in what seemed like only a few seconds, Connor thought as Carly pulled him up onto his knees in from of Eden. He spat out a mouthful of dirt at Eden's feet.

"Just get on with it" he hissed softly under his breath.

"Oh, I will, all in due time" She purred, her eyes dragging up and down Connor. He looked up at her, just as he had predicted she was beautiful. She had amber eyes, that sparkled in the moonlight like small gems. She was of ethnic origin, with skin that was deeply tanned. She looked like she could be from India or Latin America. He was instantly captivated by her beauty but noted that it was most likely why she was that way.

"Tell me, boy, what do they call you?" Eden asked, forcing his head up with her hand so he had to look directly at her.

"They call me... Connor?" he said, shrugging and pulling his mouth into a confused frown. Eden nodded, releasing his head, the start  of a smile appearing on her lips.

"Lucy, take him back to the compound, make sure he gets taken care of but well guarded." She announced. A tall girl stepped forward from the still perfectly formed circle and placed her hand on his forehead then whispered something quickly. Conner groaned right before he lost conscious and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.