lightofmoon

Under the Light of the Moon

Karen Rose

Staring out of the window, he watched. The misty grey clouds hovered eerily. The moon shone through, its light setting a silver glow across the lake. He laid his watchful gaze over the small town, watching as the drunken old man staggered across the cobbled street. He smiled and his brown eyes shone. Turning around, his long black cloak swung out majestically behind him. And chuckling gently, he went out for dinner.

* * * * *

Rocking gently back and forward, she watched the moon from her window. She dreamed of the peace she could have were she living there, in some other place, with no worries at all. She felt a kick from within and she smiled but her joy was short lived as she thought of how much pain and hatred it would cause.

If only there was some way to change it, if there was some way the past could be changed. But she feared nothing but bitterness from this future event. A single tear rolled softly down her cheek and she shut her eyes and again prayed to some Higher Being to help her, to take her away from this, to amend her sins. She opened her eyes and looked at the moon.

"Please help me."

* * * * *

Darkness shrouded him with a cloak like no other and he passed unnoticed through the streets. A merry murmur moved light-heartedly from the inn to the nearby ears of this passer-by, who walked swiftly, followed only by the tail of a cloak. A trespasser to the night's sacred silence, his heels clicked gently on the cobbled road. The cottages on either side were covered by the sanctity of the night.

A light shone up ahead and he slowed his pace. Edging gently along the walls of the houses, he approached, his sensitive ears alert for any sign of movement. He heard the gentle patter of tears on soft silk and he paused, trying to hear the gentle words that rolled off tender lips, like water in a gently flowing stream.

Help me, please, end this and I will be forever in your debt.

He smiled and proceeded.

* * * * *

The slurred ramblings of the drunken old man broke into the silence of the night as he made his way slowly from the inn (for the second time that night). He stopped silent for a moment as he tried to remember where he lived and as the thought struck him, he stumbled to the right.

"Ohhhhhhhh, my love sssshhall...hic...be...la la llllllllla but…ffffffffforever sssssssshallllllllllll I love her but…llllla la laaaaaaaaa..."

A scream pierced the air and the old man stopped.

Hic...he cocked his head to the left. He heard nothing behind him. The inn was quiet.

Maybe I didn't...hic...imagine it

He turned and saw people slowly spill out from the inn

"What was that?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Who was it?"

"Where'ssss the bartender gone?"

The old man looked ahead of him. Was that movement. There was a flowing movement ahead, as if from a large cloak. He crept forward and paused slightly. The house up ahead had a light on, his house. Suddenly there was a screeching and he covered his ears as a bat flapped around his head.

No...no. Suddenly sobered, the old man ran and as soon as he reached his doorway, he charged in.

No. Not my little girl.

"NO!"

In the streets outside, he heard the pub crowd's gentle mumbling. There was a click as the door opened, followed by gasping.

"No." The man behind him headed for the cupboard under the stairs and pulled out a broom.

"No, do not do this. She is my little girl."

"She will awaken a beast of the night." He quickly and expertly snapped the broom over his knee and offered the splintered end to the old man.

"I can not...but you must." He rose, turned away and closed his eyes. But he could not close his heart to the painful screeching and screaming that followed. What ever had done this to his little girl would pay. He would make sure of that.

* * * * *

Entering the castle, he flew up the stairs and made a graceful landing on the first floor. He was still hungry. He made his way to the bathroom and washed up. He had made sure not to get any on his shirt. He hated bloodstains, they were a dead give away. His long dark hair fell over his shoulder and he swung his head back. He left the bathroom and entered the master bedroom. He looked at the bed longingly and once again wished he was not alone. But he had made it a rule not to get involved with his own food, it had proved nasty in the past...but he was so lonely.

* * * * *

The crowds made their way to the castle, torches alight.

He would pay.

* * * * *

He watches from his window, aware that they are coming, knowing what they seek. He creeps across the creaking floorboards, smiling at their upcoming failure. He stands at the top of the stairs awaiting their arrival and as the castle doors open, he prepares to eat.

* * * * *

The TV played with shadows on the wall. One of the four onlookers watched intently.

"I can't believe you're making us watch this crap."

"Yeah come on Amy. I mean, it's about a vampire slayer, what does that tell you?"

"Kate, I thought you'd talked her into letting us watch "Starship Troopers"." Amy looked at her friends in disbelief.

"Let me get this straight. You have no problem watching a film about war with alien bugs from outer space but you refuse to watch a 45 minute TV programme about vampires?"

Mat looked back at her with a serious expression, "What's your point?" Amy groaned and fell back into the chair. Her sister laughed.

"OK Amy, we'll make you a deal." Bob sat up straight.

"What?"

"We'll watch one episode of Buffy as long as it's one that isn't about vampires. Deal?"

"Deal." She searched through her vast collection of videos, "How about one from the first series?"

"What's it called?" She looked back at Kate and replied, "The Witch."

"Oh Amy" She quickly ducked as three pillows were thrown in her direction.

* * * * *

The hunger was almost unbearable. He hadn't eaten a full meal since the 18th Century. He crossed the room and stared out of the castle window and his gaze fell on the bustling city in the distance. It was slowly nearing his home like a river of construction and he worried that it would soon be so close that he would be unable to resist the temptation of hosting a dinner party. He had been living on a few of the homeless but he couldn't go on this way. He made a decision.

It's suppertime.

* * * * *

"So Aim's, what's this film 'From Dusk till Dawn' all about?"

She looked at Mat and smiled, "Just wait and see."

"So, Bob, are you sure your parents won't be coming home tonight?"

"Relax, Katie, I'm sure. They're expecting me to have a few friends over, anyway. I mean what parent leaves a seventeen-year-old alone in the house and doesn't expect them to have a party of some kind. I mean, what parents would do that, I ask you?"

Amy looked him straight in the eye, "They told you they'd kill you, didn't they?"

"Yeah."

* * * * *

The wind whistled in his ears. He could hear noises from all over the city. But the laughter of youth was loudest of all.

That sounds promising.

He hovered by the window. He could only see three. He looked at the girl. She was blond.

Oh I haven't had a brunette in such a long time but I suppose she'll do. And he began to prepare himself, when another entered.

TWINS. His eyes sparkled at the kindness of fate. I prefer brunettes, but twins. What unimaginable power. He listened:

AMY! This thing's about vampires!

Well you were enjoying it until you realised that.

I was enjoying George Clooney.

Thanks Kate, break my heart why don't you.

So, they like vampires do they? He screeched.

* * * * *

"What is that?" They searched the room.

"Over there at the window." They followed Bob's gaze and both Kate and Mat screamed. They all looked at Mat.

"What and you're not scared of anything?"

"Yeah sure we are. But we don't scream like little girls."

"You do realise you're the only other bloke here don't you?"

"No, there's Amy." She was about to hit him when the bat erupted into more screeching (followed closely by Mat and Kate's screaming)

"It's a vampire bat!" Amy was astounded

"Yeah so it is, Amy," The sarcasm in Bob's voice was blatantly obvious but she ignored it all the same.

"We should follow it." They all looked at her as if she were insane.

"Are you insane?!" Kate looked straight at Amy, "You just told us it was a vampire bat and now you want us to follow it?!"

"Yes."

"Oh, come on, honey. This could be fun." Kate turned and looked at Bob.

"OK Bob, you're just as insane as she is."

"Well you're the on who's related to her. Besides I thought you didn't believe it was a vampire bat, so what's there to be scared of?"

* * * * *

Entering the castle, he flew up the stairs and made a graceful landing on the first floor. He was still hungry. His long dark hair fell over his shoulder and he swung his head back. He once again wished he were not alone. He was so lonely. But not for long.

* * * * *

The four made their way to the castle, torches on.

"What is this place?"

"Only one way to find out?"

"Katie, your sister is insane."

"Amy I'm not so sure about this anymore."

"I thought you thought this could be fun."

* * * * *

He watches from his window, aware that they are coming, knowing what they seek. He creeps across the creaking floorboards, smiling at their upcoming failure. He stands at the top of the stairs awaiting their arrival and as the castle doors open, he prepares to eat.

* * * * *

They looked up at the first floor, at the top of the stairs.

"Oh God." The twins reached for each other, both knowing the other would. They closed their eyes.

Bob looked at the twins, terror in his face "That's a vampire right?"

"Right."

"Where's Buffy when you need her? eh?"

* * * * *

Staring out of the window, they watched. The misty grey clouds hovered eerily. The moon shone through, its light setting a silver glow across the lake. They laid a watchful gaze over the bustling city, watching as the drunken old man staggered across the main road. They smiled and looked at each other, like looking in a mirror. Across the room his brown eyes stared at them. Turning around, their long white dresses swung out majestically behind them. And chuckling gently, they crossed the room to him and he took them out for dinner.

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