Red Moonlight
=-= September 6, 1995 =-=
Darkness his cover, he emerged from behind the thick bushes. His face up in the air, sniffing for possible enemies. Nothing but the smell of wet soil reached his nostrils. He looked around. Shadows of trees against a pitch black sky, their branches stretching out like arms.
Slowly, he started walking, silently passing over broken wood and fallen leaves. He felt cold. The nightingale's song broke the silence, accompanied by noises of insects...and the sound of his own heart, pounding fast.
He was now near an open part of the woods, a small circular area covered with short grass. He froze still, hidden behind the last trees of the forest. Nothing but shadows were there to see, but his sharp eyesight made out the outlines of two men. As the sparks from a flinchstone became small flames of light, he noticed a third person, lying on the yellowed grass.
He felt the urge to run away, hide back into the shelter that darkness offered him...then one of the men, his face lit from below by the yellow red light of the fire, started speaking. That voice, a silent murmur of long, uncomprehensible words reached his ears like a blasphemous chant... He let a silent growl pass through his teeth, in a mixture of anger and fear.
Now, the other man reached down to the body that was lying on the ground. As he pulled the person's long-sleeved gown open, the naked skin of a woman appeared, glowing like gold against the pale flames of the fire. Her long blonde hair, like a halo, surrounded her calm face. She was asleep, possibly drugged, unable to resist anything or defend herself from the two men.
He felt uneasy, his heart pounding fast as usual, but his mind knowing that what was happening was evil...so humanly evil. He came a bit closer to the forest's edge...
The first man finished with his chanting and produced a sharp, long knife that shone in the fire-light. Kneeling down, he stood opposite to the other man who had now removed the woman's gown, her golden-white body resting peacefully beside the fire. The man with the knife tightly clasped in his two hands, slowly raised his arms, up and over his head... The sharp edge of the knife cut the air with speed, approaching the woman's helpless body fast.
It never touched it. He reached the armed man in one gigantic leap, forcing him to the ground. The knife fell from the man's hands and into the fire. With rapid movements, his body swinging to the left and right, his head diving fast into the necks of the two men, he tasted blood. His teeth cut their skin deeply and devoured their flesh, in short lethal bites. He continued until their bodies lay still, each throat an open wound, offering the sight of its blood to the skies...
From behind the hill, the moon slowly appeared. Round and bright, its light glowed like a sun against the dying fire. He looked at the woman, the paleness of her soft white skin being illuminated by the rising moon. He approached her and licked her neck for a while, leaving a sweet yet salty taste in his mouth... He run for the hill, fast, as if he was trying to chase the full moon on its trip around the skies. The forest remained black, ever hiding its secrets in the darkness...
Down below, next to the dead fire, safe from the two men that were moistening the dry grass with their blood, the woman awoke. Up on the hill, surrounded by a fully round moon, the silhouette of a wolf howled to the stars...
Darkness his cover, he emerged from behind the thick bushes. His face up in the air, sniffing for possible enemies. Nothing but the smell of wet soil reached his nostrils. He looked around. Shadows of trees against a pitch black sky, their branches stretching out like arms.
Slowly, he started walking, silently passing over broken wood and fallen leaves. He felt cold. The nightingale's song broke the silence, accompanied by noises of insects...and the sound of his own heart, pounding fast.
He was now near an open part of the woods, a small circular area covered with short grass. He froze still, hidden behind the last trees of the forest. Nothing but shadows were there to see, but his sharp eyesight made out the outlines of two men. As the sparks from a flinchstone became small flames of light, he noticed a third person, lying on the yellowed grass.
He felt the urge to run away, hide back into the shelter that darkness offered him...then one of the men, his face lit from below by the yellow red light of the fire, started speaking. That voice, a silent murmur of long, uncomprehensible words reached his ears like a blasphemous chant... He let a silent growl pass through his teeth, in a mixture of anger and fear.
Now, the other man reached down to the body that was lying on the ground. As he pulled the person's long-sleeved gown open, the naked skin of a woman appeared, glowing like gold against the pale flames of the fire. Her long blonde hair, like a halo, surrounded her calm face. She was asleep, possibly drugged, unable to resist anything or defend herself from the two men.
He felt uneasy, his heart pounding fast as usual, but his mind knowing that what was happening was evil...so humanly evil. He came a bit closer to the forest's edge...
The first man finished with his chanting and produced a sharp, long knife that shone in the fire-light. Kneeling down, he stood opposite to the other man who had now removed the woman's gown, her golden-white body resting peacefully beside the fire. The man with the knife tightly clasped in his two hands, slowly raised his arms, up and over his head... The sharp edge of the knife cut the air with speed, approaching the woman's helpless body fast.
It never touched it. He reached the armed man in one gigantic leap, forcing him to the ground. The knife fell from the man's hands and into the fire. With rapid movements, his body swinging to the left and right, his head diving fast into the necks of the two men, he tasted blood. His teeth cut their skin deeply and devoured their flesh, in short lethal bites. He continued until their bodies lay still, each throat an open wound, offering the sight of its blood to the skies...
From behind the hill, the moon slowly appeared. Round and bright, its light glowed like a sun against the dying fire. He looked at the woman, the paleness of her soft white skin being illuminated by the rising moon. He approached her and licked her neck for a while, leaving a sweet yet salty taste in his mouth... He run for the hill, fast, as if he was trying to chase the full moon on its trip around the skies. The forest remained black, ever hiding its secrets in the darkness...
Down below, next to the dead fire, safe from the two men that were moistening the dry grass with their blood, the woman awoke. Up on the hill, surrounded by a fully round moon, the silhouette of a wolf howled to the stars...
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