Fortier: Blood and Moon

Plea

It was in the dread of the night, what do Vampires do when it is too late to sleep? Our love for rest far surpasses our admiration for darkness. Though many fools misinterpreted this as a weakness to the sun, I guess that is typical of humans to do when they do not understand something. But in reality even they, agree that if one stares too long in the sun, they will go blind, while those same eyes will simply adjust in the darkness to offer a better view.

We are far more normal than others would think, and in that silence of the lonely night, there was but one place that a Vampire like me would choose to spend the reminder of his time before he meets an unhappy parent, with an impossible wish for them: the bar.

The place was loud with music. There were women dancing; I guess one thing most of them couldn’t resist was the taste of a good drink and just the stress relief of dancing. I was sitting in a dark corner. None of them knew my face, and that was seldom a problem for me. I enjoyed the peace.

I don't need any company, but something about this lifestyle was just so relaxing. I don't drink, even though it doesn't really affect Vampires, not to the level that it does to humans, I just find the taste awful. But that wasn't the only problem there.

I could sense problems were about to occur, as I heard those heartbeats again. I would instantly recognize them from anywhere. They were none other than those of Petra's. Luckily, she was struggling to locate me. It was obvious that she was young. I closed my eyes and focused on her rhythm. I could hear her talk.

“Did you see anyone dressed in all brown wearing a cowboy hat?” she asked a few Vampires who sat a nearby table.

“No, but I could be your cowboy for the night, little princess,” one of the Vampires there said, before they stood up and grabbed her chin. He tilted her head upwards. “Gotta a little thing for fuckboys wearing big hats, do we?”

Petra used her foot and struck at his, before landing a headbutt straight to his chest. She caught him completely off guard. I was surprised at her; she handled herself pretty well. But this was had bad news written all over it. You see, most Vampires travel in packs.

The rest of the gang stood up, one of them grabbed went behind her and grabbed her. She struggled to escape from his grasp, but she was young after all. She couldn’t shake him off. “Let me go!” I heard her cry.

Another walked right in front of her, and threw a punch square in her face. She whisked it away, but she was hurt. A little blood came dipping down from her nose. But why is it that my heart is trying to get me to react? Why is it that of all things, I feel a swell in my own body?

“You really shouldn't have done that,” said the vampire who punched her. He grabbed her arms, fixing her and then lent in. He licked the blood off of her nose and pierced lips, and bit on them.

Petra was trying to scream. These fools . . . if they knew just who she was, they would sooner lick the ground beneath her foot in order to appease her father. But what can you say about a bunch of horny little Vampires who do not use their brains?

They took turns, and another grabbed her breast, before he laid another punch in her stomach. She began to cough blood. She was trying to speak, but these animals would not stop. What will I do? Should I even bother save her from this pity fight? I really shouldn't.

“What’s that, love? You wanna say something?” the Vampire said, before he tore her cloths, exposing her chest. They were laughing. This was simply a joke to them. “Wait wait, I want to hear this,” he added before he grabbed her face. “Stay still, babe. What is it? Say it.” He continued. Now he's really getting on my nerves.

Petra was trying hard to speak, against her urge to cough blood. She took a deep breath and sighed. “If you don't . . .” she mumbled before she took a pause. “If you don't let me go, the Fortier will kill you all.”

Did she say what I think she did? I knew that Petra was young, but to say that to a pack of vampires randomly cannot be fruitful. No one stopped to blink as they were going down on her, bar fights were quite common, after all, but she actually said my name out loud. The bar fell silent; all who were gathered had their eyes fixed on her. You couldn't even hear them breathe.

The gang in front of her began to laugh after it sunk in. I think that's a normal reaction when they are afraid. They try to walk it off as a joke and laugh, simply to make themselves feel better. What is wrong with them? Do they have a death wish? What if she was not joking? What if she was telling the truth?

“The Fortier? Honey, you just screwed up big time.” One of them said, before he picked a knife from his pocket and pointed its sharp tip at her throat. “You probably would’ve been better if you tried a different lie. How about if we don't stop, the f*****g beer would run out?” he said with a big smug on his face. He applied pressure a bit on the knife, but he quickly lifted his hand.

“Ohh! Look at what I've done!” he said, before he turned to his friends. “The Fortier is going to kill me!” he added, and it was like music to their ears. They laughed hard at her. But then the i***t turned around and raised his hand, ready to strike her throat and end her life.

“I say, f**k you, and f**k the Fortier,” he said before he swung the knife.

But the knife didn't cut her.

He looked up, and the knife was stuck in my left arm. His eyes grew big, and I could hear his heartbeats slowly race up. He was getting tensed for some reason. But why did I move? I didn't want to, but my body moved on itself. But this arrogant little fool.

“Let me guess,” the Vampire said before his eyes rolled towards mine. “The Fortier?”