Once In A Blood Moon (Discontinued and Replaced)

Chapter 1

The feeling of nothingness, it was overwhelming his body. From the numbness of the outstretched feet, his abdomen not feeling any pain, and his mind containing nothing for thoughts; with zero senses, his body lay on the forest underneath the twilight which oddly shines red instead of orange.

And as soon as the red-lit night sky replace the heavenly domains of the golden day, everything inside him gained speed.

It all began with the beating of his lifeless heart. A pump per second, two pumps, and it ran wild thumping his chest; veins being supplied by blood the same amount it has lost.

Next came the wounds, bruises, and every scratch of his beaten up figure. Every gash of his delicate skin, that reflected the color of the moon, closed. The broken rib cage started fixing itself, as the previously cold wounded body turned warm.

Following was the gasping of his asleep state, inhaling as much air as he can to his lungs as he started to breathe steadily, almost accelerating.

Thoughts started to form inside the empty space of his brain although still not recognizing the unfamiliar actions his body is doing to itself.

The pinky finger of his right hand which was rested on the grassy floor started moving as his eye sockets opened which such a force, revealing a red iris.

His vision cleared from the slumber he came from feeling something weird inside his mouth and finally caught sight of the unknown world yet to greet him with a bloody red sky.

𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑. The thought echoed throughout in every tunnels of nerve in his body, his gut ached in agony he almost heard it roar.

𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑. It was everything he saw, it wasn't just the sky turning crimson because of the current blood moon, it was his eyes giving him a red vision of his surroundings.

𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑. It was everything he yearned for the moment his orbs were exposed to the woody environment that was crimson-colored.

He didn't even bother thinking who ℎ𝑒 was and where is he, prioritizing the cravings of the fangs that lingers inside his almost dried mouth nor did he notice how he wasn't wearing any piece of clothing with his bare body not feeling the cold the night brings.

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠. So those were what was odd, he was sure those sharp white blade-like tooth weren't supposed to be there.

He was thinking clearly of what really was happening and eyes searching everywhere for something that might quench his blood-thirst then he smelled something awfully good, metallic maybe but good.

The scent was coming from among the section of the forest which was much more exposed to the red moonlight, he stood up and directed his bare footsteps to the direction of the scent.

And with every meter he got nearer to where the aroma was originated, he started hearing voices. Shouts and calls muffled by the bushes he was pushing to the side to past through.

He started running, accelerating to where the scent was, not noticing the speed he gained which cannot even be seen by a normal human's naked eye. He dashed onto the trees, amazed by the still blood red vision he has of his surroundings.

The metallic aroma became stronger, his fangs throbbing and aching as it almost gashed a wound on his gums.

He slightly opened his mouth not minding the air that may or may not have entered him with the speed he was running, and when he was the closest to the scent he heard people talking.

A voice of a guy spoke, voice directed beside of him where another guy was creating sounds of footsteps against dried leaves, "Another blood moon?"