Blood Moon Rising
Chapters: 1 2
Date: Sun, 5 May 1996 15:07:46 -0500 (CDT)
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Subject: Blood Moon Rising–2/2It seemed as if though the painting came to life then. The man’s darkeyes moved, darting back and forth, and the arms stirred ever so slightly.
Moira quickly darted forward and grabbed the book from his arms, thensprang back with the cry “Vlkeow!” and watched in satisfaction as the eyesslowly closed and then opened again, becoming the inanimate painting again.
Her smile was cruel. From behind her, she heard their voices:
“Aw, c’mon T-Bone, don’t be such a big baby. I can’t believe you’rechickening out after all this time! Get a grip!”
“But Razor, haven’t you been listening at *all*?”
“Yes.” Razor’s voice sounded tired, as if he wanted to tell T-Bone toShut up and stop whining. “Yes, I have, but I’ve heard it so many timesbefore I could recite it in my sleep. Now move!”
There was the sound of a body being shoved. A muffled curse. Moiraquickly hid. But she had forgotten something: the book lay unnoticed on thetable nearby where Callie lay.Razor looked at his partner with disgust. The burly blond kat wasstaring at the door with a wide-eyed terror that he had never seen and neverthought he would see on his face. This buisness about the priest had reallyupset him.
“C’*mon*,” he snapped, suddenly loosing patience. It wasn’t like him,to snap at his friend like this, but he was getting tired of it. “Move.”
They entered the room and saw the bound and gagged Callie. Her eyeswere wider than T-Bone’s had been, and she struggled to tell them somethingthrough the gag. “Mmmphmm! Mmpghff!” she squeeked. Razor hurriedly untiedher bindings and gag. “Behind you!” she gasped the minute it was off.
The door swung slowly, omniously shut. Moira leaned against the door,back resting lightly against it, arms crossed over her chest in an oddlymortal and modern stance. There was a slightly triumphant smile on her face.”Welcome, my two friends,” she purred softly, watching them with fiercegolden eyes. “Welcome to my little play–”
A loud *boom* interuptted her. Annoyed, she turned, but the doorblocked her view of whoever was on the other side. A deep male’s voicecalled to her.
“Ahhhh, Moira, s’lor m’sairon. Touir, mas pierwl?”
She stiffened, her hands clenching and grasping spasdomatically.Extreme hate transfigured her face. Her lips drew back to show abnormallylong and sharp fang teeth, and the SWAT Kats both recoiled. Razor’s mindflew back to the horror movies he so loved to come up with the only wordnessacary: Vampire!
She didn’t seem to notice or remember that they were there anymore asshe yanked the door open hard enough to pull it halfway off its hinges.
Valtoru stood there, eyes blazing. Once more he spoke in the languageof the Old Ones: “Moira! Solfe mewlstr! N’slie olpefsn! Kejadflur nosdreosoweirls! Ty aosd!”
Moira laughed. “How wrong you are, brother,” she purred again, for somereason opting to speak so that her prisoners could understand her words. Sheseemed to grow taller, eyes flashing gold fire. “I WILL triumph. And now youare helpless to stop me!” She whirled away and pointed at him, once morecrying in that strange language another chant:”Lakerij Melso!
Valtoru, leld torko
Moira sleodk!”A strange look passed over Valtoru’s face as she said these words. Hestraightened and looked Moira straight in the eye.
“You will not win, sister,” he said softly, chosing as she had to makehis words understandable to the SWAT Kats and Callie. “I will see to that.”
With that, his entire form vanished. Just a slow fading of color, andthen he was gone.
Moira laughed again, then turned to them. “Ah, my pretty ones,” shehissed, advancing, “I hunger . . .”
“Hey, waitaminute, lady!” Razor cried, holding up the book forgettingsomething?”
Moira’s eyes widened. “Give me that book!” she hissed, reminding him ofthe time the Pastmaster had searched desperately for his Tome of Time. Shedropped to a feral crouching position, dangerous teeth bared and clawsextended. “GIVE ME THAT BOOK!!” she shrieked again, coming closer.
T-Bone automatically tried to help his partner when Moira lunged. Hemet her in mid-air, but the female vampire’s strength, was, of course, toomuch for him. She hurtled him into a wall, breaking through it andshattering one of teh wooden supports for the roof of the building.
Moira lunged for Razor again, and he only barely dodged the enragedvampiress. Moira crashed into the wall, leaving a sizeable hole, anothersupporting beam shattered. The roof began to tremble; one more hit like thatand it would come crashing down.
Once more she lunged, and once more he dodged. One more beam wasdestroyed. The roof began to moan and a loud, unpleasant *crack* sound, andthe next thing Razor knew, there was something large and indescribably heavyon his back and the book was gone from his grasp.
::My back,:: he realized suddenly. ::I’ve got a ten ton or more poundslap of rock and plaster on my back. My spine . . . broken . . . can’t feelanything . . .:: he clawed feeblely at the floor just ahead of him, as ifthough he expected to be able to pull himself out.
He could dimly hear Callie’s voice screaming.
Callie had watched in mute horror as Razor had been suddenly buriedunder the piece of roof. She screamed, suddenly finding her voice, andbacked up, eyes wide and shaking her head and denial . . . and fell directlyout of the window.
The building continued falling apart for a few minutes, then wentsuddenly, terribely still.
Moira staggered forward, eyes glazed and unfocussed. “Ah. Damn the onewho built these walls.”
She stumbled forward, and then stopped when she saw T-Bone.
He was almost totally buried in plaster and wood and rock, only hishead, upper shoulders, and left arm was visible. Blood stained his crackedhelemt and a small dark red pool of it surrounded him. She was unfazed, butonly because she had seen blood before, seen this horrible type ofmutilation before. She shook her head. So he was dead. She started to moveagain when her foot touched something soft and sticky.
She looked down and this time she recoiled. Razor lay half buried underpart of the roof that had fallen in, one hand reaching before the other asif though, in the last moments, he had tried to claw his way out in adesperate attempt to survive. The torn floor before him and the splintersand blood on his claws proved mute testimony to that. His helmet had comeoff, and now the bandanna was slightly askew on his face. She knelt besidehim and easily shoved the slab off him, eyes widening as she stared at thedamage the roof had done to his body.
The entire length of his body was mashed into the floor like an insectafter it has been swatted by a flyswatter. She shuddered. A sudden, madimpulse suddenly filled her. She pulled the crushed and dead body up ontoher lap and tore her wrist. She then laid it next to his half-open mouth andheld her breath.
It was risky, she knew. If he was totally gone, she was wastingprecious blood. She might not have enough, or maybe he hadn’t lost enough,and would become a renevant, maybe . . .
His mouth suddenly closed with a primal instinct and she jumped. He wasdrinking, yes he was, he was still alive! Moira felt inexplicably happysuddenly. He was alive, and he would soon be an immortal like herself! Yes!
His blinded eyes snapped open, and suddenly, it was like seeing for thefirst time. Colors and the pale light of the moon swirled and danced eeirelybefore his eyes, dazzling and delighting him. What had happened?
He looked up to see Moira watching him with infinete tenderness in hergold eyes. “Welcome to the world of darkness, little one. You are mine now.”
“Huh? What? ‘Scuse me, lady, but I don’t what you’re–” he stopped, asudden sharp pain that started in his stomach ripping through him. He begancoughing, retching, and the stuff that came up was blood. “Hey, what’shappened to me . . .?”
Moira pulled away and began to wipe the blood from the corners of hismouth, clucking like a mother hen. “You’re dying, that’s all.”
“DYING?!?” he cried, yanking himself away from her. He stared at her inhorror as another wave of dizziness overcame him. He looked up and saw thebody not two feet away from him. The blood drained from his face as he triedto say something. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He remembered thesmash of the slab on his back; nothing could have survived that. What hadhappened? He felt dizzy again. ::I was dead, I know I was. I felt that slabcrush me. But here I am, alive. What happened to me? And T-Bone . . . ohGod, what happened?::
Moira smiled, beaming at him like a happy child. “You’re mine now. Youdied, you know. But you’re mine now. No one can ever change that.”
Razor stared at her in confusion. Just twenty minutes ago she had beencold hard, cruel and calculating. Now she seemed almost like a child, simpleand sweet. He started to speak again before Moira cut him off. “Come. I haveto get you away from here. There will be men coming soon, and there is muchI have to teach you. Come.” She took his hand and bodily pulled him withher. He struggled, but his fledgling strength was still too weak to contendwith Moira’s. He turned his head so that he could see that little room.T-Bone . . . he felt a lump in his throat as Moira pulled him out and downthe street to somewhere safe. But he didn’t cry. T-Bone wouldn’t have likedthat. So he kept inside, staring blankly at the crumbling walls of thechurch. He looked up at the sky. The moon was up, and at full cycle. As hestared, he thought he could see a faint, reddish tinge to the usually palesilver light. He felt faint, like he was about to loose consciousness. Heclosed his eyes and allowed his dreams to envelop him.
A bloody moon, a dark blue sky, the howling of wolves . . .~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~ And that’s the end of the first part in the Blood Moon Rising sequence.Whadaya think of it? ****PLEASE***** give me your advice and what-not forit. This is a very long story, and I need inspiration!! And don’t worry,T-Bone’s condition is *not* pernament, but *no*, he will not become avampire like Jake. PLEASE give me yourfeedback!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Oh, and important note:Many of the vampiric things in this (and any other vamp story I try) will begreatly influenced by the Queen of Gothic Horror, Anne Rice! Bloodtears/sweat, the making of a vampire, all that came from her books. Just soyou know!Terra Chang”I’ve got PLENTY of common sense . . . I just choose to ignore it.”
–Calvin & Hobbes
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Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
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“Childhood is short and maturity is forever.”
Calvin & Hobbes–
Chapters: 1 2
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