Once In A Blood Moon (Discontinued and Replaced)

Introduction

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 INTRODUCTION

TW: Mention of blood and violence

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The only night light on Ni-ki's rough path home was the white glow of the moonlight, only it wasn't present that evening.

It was odd for the eleven-year-old Ni-ki, seeing the snow covered trees lit by blood red light. Winter season has always been his favorite. Snow freely falling from the moonlit night sky, he loved that view–but now all he could think of was to escape that scenery.

He could feel goosebumps from beneath the sweaters, even beneath the school uniforms he was wearing. Ni-ki mentally cursed his older brother, Jay, for not picking him up today just to hang out with some friends.

And now he has to walk alone the slippery snow of the forest that divided his home from the rest of the vicinity. So instead of moping around and being a scaredy cat under the red glimmer of the blood moon, he took a deep breath and continued to run towards home.

And when he finally got inside the living room, stomping and shaking his feet off the snow on the door mat, Ni-ki's grandmother greeted him.

"Oh, Nicholas you've ran home alone again." The old woman gestured the boy to come for a hug. Ni-ki obeyed and put his arms around the ancient lady. "Why was Jay not fetching you from school these days?"

The two seperated and sat on the cushioned sofa to face the heater. Ni-ki put his gloved palms near the fire to get warm as he answered the grandmother's question.

"Probably in love with his new best friend," The young boy was smirking. He didn't get to tease his brother a lot when he was present and when Ni-ki does, all he gets was a smack in the head.

His grandma laughed, amused by the young one's teasing. "Oh, enough of that Nicholas," she said as she stood up, about to grab some dinner.

"Grandma, why does the moon glow red?" A random question popped out of Ni-ki's brain, he was curious about the moonlight that scared him all the way home. "What do we get from a blood moon anyway?"

The moon was nowhere to be seen from the window, it was probably above the roof of their small house or covered by some winter clouds. Ni-ki's gaze on the outside was averted when his grandmother spoke.

"My child, blood moons aren't something we benefit from. At least not us," the grandmother spoke as he stopped on his track to the kitchen. Her statement made the eleven-year-old boy grin, as it has been tradition whenever he asks a question.

Ni-ki's grandmother sure was about to tell a tale.

"Do you wanna hear a story, Nicholas?"

"Sure," he replied quickly still staring at the sky by the window as he shifted his seat from the sofa. "Tell me one, grandma."

Ni-ki's grandmother has always been a storyteller, and he has always been listening to all of her tales despite how childish those fantasy may be. Ni-ki wasn't really amused of the reality he was living at, so it wouldn't hurt to hear a fully fictional story from his grandmother.

"Listen well, my child" His grandmother sat back on the cushion beside Ni-ki and stroked the strands of the boy's blonde hair. "You don't wanna miss a single word in this.

𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑠.