DC By Night

The four Preludes to Blood Red Moon

Blood Red Moon Part IV Bobby’s prolog

“FucK’em” he thought as he watched the squirrely Alan Sovereign cross the front lawn which was now becoming overgrown. “They think I’m a burden, If my cousins won’t act, I’ll take the lead, just as The Prince said, I’ll eventually need to do” he nodded to himself reassuring he was making the correct decision.
“So, this is Dieter’s old place”, Alan said, extending his hand to Bobby. “The Foreman Rick will be arriving anytime. I’ll introduce the two of you two before I leave. It was smart of you to call on us. We have to stick together you know”, Alan continued as he studied Bobby’s reaction. “Well, thanks for coming man. I think it’s important”, Bobby responded.
“Of course it is. You and your family need a safe haven, especially now. Rick will do a good job with whatever renovations you have in mind. He works fast too. Sorry the Flamethrowers were not going to workout at this time, but the 2 Motion sensor Machine Gun Turrets aught to do the trick don’t you think? Particularly with silver dipped ammunition, that is , if you can find any.”
Turning Around, Alan points towards the driveway. “It’s quite a gift. Sometimes our Grandsire can come in quite handy can’t he? I’m told it is a Confederate P120. Looks like quite a machine if you are into Motorcycles.”
A grin comes across Bobby’s face as he nods proudly, “Yes, It’s quite a machine”.

“Blood Red Moon Part III” Frankie’s prolog

Frankie had enough self awareness to know he had become resentful. He was tired of waiting around the Arby’s parking lot every Tuesday night waiting for his weekly allowance. He should be the one giving the allowances; others should be dependent on him. He was not being given his due respect and Malcolm was late. About time Frankie thought, spotting Malcolm walking to him as he sat waiting in his car. No paper bag in Malcolm’s hand, not a good sign. Frankie realized that the look on Malcolm’s face was another clear sign something was up. He had not seen a similar look on Malcolm’s face since Jerome was shot in gang warfare months earlier by Kevin Jackson’s Men. “The Descendant, I’m sorry that I do not come bearing our weekly tithing”, Malcolm regretfully whispered bowing before Frankie. “The Prophet has instructed me to inform you that the time has come for you to take the next step in fulfilling your destiny. You are to travel towards Baltimore where the Prophet awaits your call to meet him.” Reaching in his pocket, Malcolm pulls out an envelope and hands it to Frankie. “Enclosed are instructions to call from the pay phone at the given address. The Prophet has spoken that the time has come for you to meet….The Mistress.”

“Blood Red Moon part II " Trent’s Prolog

A crisp ocean breeze passes by as Trent strokes Portia’s hair. It is not a beach Trent is familiar with, but is reminiscent of the South Shore near Plymouth. Hues of pink and orange wisp in the morning sky above the nearby ocean. The sun rise is almost as beautiful as the creature who’s head is resting on his right shoulder. Unexpectedly, the emerging sunsine brings Trent a sense of warmth and renewal. Hand in hand, Portia’s returned smile suddenly turns to fear as her hair bursts into flames and panic ensues. She screams in pain and for Trent to help her. He quickly guides her to the incoming tide as he tries to smother the flames but it is too late. Portia crumbles to ash before they are able to make it even halfway to the water. Trent unnecessarily inhales a deep breath awakening from is slumber…..his human instincts are still strong. It was just a dream. Portia’s body imprint is still visible next to him within the red silk sheets that she gave him as a gift. He slept later than usual; and usually doesn’t have such vivid dreams. Exiting his suite, Trent’s search soon ends upon hearing Portia fraternizing with Master Nicholi in the foyer; just beyond the Chantry’s lobby.

“I was a child prodigy. I taught myself how to read from looking over the village priests daily prayer book. By the time I was four years old, I was only the second literate mortal in the entire village. Just after the priest himself!”, brags Nicholi.
Chuckling, Portia responds, “Well, thank you for sharing how you were chosen. Verba tuus uti et mini plus dic!” “Ah, Latin”, Nicholi nods, studying Portia. “I was a linguistics college major, with a specialty in ancient and dead languages”, Portia explains. “We have quite an extensive collection of texts, my dear, if you ever choose to continue your studies” Nicholi says turning to face Trent.

Nicholi’s expression undeniably signals to Trent that he was interrupting the conversation. “Young Trent, message has arrived from the Pontifex. He is to have a word with you this evening.”

Portia smiles at Trent as she walks over and puts her arm around his. Trent smiles back as it occurs to him Portia is not just the most gorgeous woman he has seen, let alone been with, but undeniably what people refer to as the “whole package”.

Blood Red Moon Epilogue part 1:

Marty Kimball absentmindedly meanders toward his destination. Two blocks to go. He stumbles back onto the sidewalk curb just missing the honking passing car. Fatigued he continued on. Arriving at his destination, his mind awakens from its fog. The newly resurrected metal fencing and yellow caution tape meet Marty’s gaze. The Blue Moon Coffee and Tea House has been reduced to rubble and ash. Instinctively Marty’s lifelong Training in the fire department kicks in. The adjoining shops and apartments have been spared however all that remains of the well known Kindred Hunting ground is a partially collapsed roof. It was burned from the inside out. A quick burn, a flash fire..caused by multiple explosions. Unlike the Succubus Club, there is no chance that that this establishment will be reopening again anytime soon.

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