Blood Moon

Blood Moon Chapter 8

Chapter 8-

Suddenly Leaf snapped out of it. She shook her head sharply, then leapt back away from him, hissing.

"You'll not use your tricks on me, vampire," she snarled through clenched teeth.

"What tricks, woman?"

"You try to draw me in with your eyes, try to seduce me with that poison in your pupils, but you'll not have my blood! Do you hear me?! You'll not have my blood, leech!" she spat, her blood pressure rising in her anger.

Angrily she roughly pushed his wheelchair forward. She heard his agitated hiss and smiled in satisfaction. The concrete was jagged, as if the vampire had scraped his nails along its salty surface. The parking lot was dimly illuminated as she helped the vampire out of the chair and into her dark blue car.

"A Toyota," he huffed, "nice."

Leaf rolled her eyes as she revved the engine. She figured that she would have to go to the nearest hotel, since she knew that they were both dog-tired. Great I have to spend the night with a vampire, oh joy, she thought. Glancing sideways, she saw that he was watching her intently as if trying to memorize every feature she possessed. Didn't he know staring is rude, she thought to herself. Ignoring his stare she drove slowly to the nearest hotel inn.

Angeleyes watched the faerie as she commanded the steering wheel and ignored his presence. He thought that it was strange that a clear vampire hater would go through the trouble of saving one. She didn't just save any old vampire either, she saved a felon. Her dark green hair tumbled over her pixie-like face and even in the dark, she glowed with unnatural beauty.

He noticed there was no ring on her finger, no man ringing her cell. So how was this beautiful faerie still single? He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about her looked familiar. Something subtle, hiding in the back of his brain tickled at his recognition, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

What he wouldn't do for a vial of blood. His mouth felt like he had cotton stuffed down his throat and who knows? Maybe he did. He remembered the doctor digging in his stomach and the healer hurrying to take the agonizing pain away. He needed a bite, just a bite from a strong thick neck filled with the most crimson of bloods. "The blood is the life" he whispered to himself.

Finally they reached a roach motel where the faerie ordered them a room. Inside the room, two beds sat neatly made, parallel to each other. The designer of the room was very tacky, mixing beige or khaki walls with a deep sea blue carpet and purple curtains. The colors began to make Angeleyes sick and he had to close his eyes to keep from vomiting.

"I'm going shower. If you open the door, I kill you. You got that?" the faerie snarled, jabbing her finger at him.

"Got it," Angeleyes answered faintly, thinking of the steam that would surround the faerie's well-developed body.

As she showered, Angeleyes went to an alley near the stairway outside and grabbed a human who happened to be wandering by. He pulled her head back to reveal the neck and bit deep into the soft flesh directly onto a large vein. Lapping up her blood, he held her gently until she fell limp in his arms. Immediately he felt guilty, he hadn't planned to take so much of her blood. Wallowing in his guilt, he limped back to his hotel room.

"Where were you?" the faerie spat, holding her gun pointed at his face.

Defensively Angeleyes raised his hands, palms facing the faerie. "I just went for a walk!"

"Well that's dangerous," she murmured setting down her gun.

"I think we got off to the wrong foot," he began tentatively. "My name is Angeleyes, what's yours?"

"Leaf," she replied, staccato.

"Um, okay, so to be perfectly blunt, why did you choose to save me?"

"Because a friend called in a favor, nothing more," she said, looking hard into his eyes.

Her look made him flinch, then he felt Goosebumps rising on his arms. Part of him wanted to kiss her, the other part of him wanted to kill her. He could see her neck clearly in the yellowed lamp light. On her neck there were still droplets of warm water sticking to that infallible skin, that skin that reminded him so much of someone. Someone who he couldn't quite remember, but stayed constantly stalking the corners of his unconscious mind.

She looked fierce with her wet hair sticking to her flushed cheeks and her eyes burning hot fire. Her fists were clenched, her jaw flexed a hard muscle and he could see her threats materializing in her violent eyes. Then suddenly she turned away and began to ignore him, like she would for the rest of the night.

Leaf lay on her bed that night thinking of Angeleyes's eyes. It was no wonder that his name was Angeleyes! It seemed that his eyes would be able to woo any angel in the heavens above. She tried to harden herself before him, clenching her joints up tight and closing the vault door leading into her heart. She could still feel that soft spot though, right below her heart, in between her ribs. She could feel it pulsing and she knew that a picture of his eyes hid there with Japanese swimming in them, now orange and black, now violet and silver, now crimson and gold. Leaf pursed her lips haughtily, listening to Angeleyes's soft breathing, knowing he wasn't truly asleep.

Stupid, bloodsucker, she thought. They can't even sleep; all they can do is "pre-hibernate" as Doctor Fletch called it. When she thought of it that way, it made her think of a bear, paws under its slumping jaw, slackened in deep slumber. Peering over in the dark, Leaf checked on Angeleyes who "slept" with his mouth slightly open and eyes shut tight.

That's when Leaf spotted it, illuminated by the clean white light from mother moon. She followed the delicate light to where it broke on Angeleyes's shirt, just below the top button. Next to his light blue button was a dark scarlet stain and Leaf knew it was blood. In that moment she also knew he had lied to her; he hadn't "just taken a walk." Simultaneously she became furious, a thick, blue-green vein popping out of her olive-toned forehead. He stirred in his sleep as she went for her dagger in her pack, determined to make all of it end...