Page 4 of Bloodmoon Hit
Leaving Orpheus’s office, I go over all that he needs me to handle and prioritize them all in my head. Deal with the Night Dwellers, look into finding Apollo’s daughter, and take out the threat the Bloodmoon witches will cause. These witches have no problem killing to get what they want. With the Blood Moon, they’ll call upon it to enhance their powers as a cult to be able to do as they wish. This is something none of us can afford. They’ll have to be dealt with first and foremost.
Means I’ll deal with the Night Dwellers and finding this woman between taking out those of that I’m able to find.
Chapter
Three
JETT
The moon is out bright tonight, beaconing to me as it always does. I love being out beneath the moonlight, but I also love being in the light of day.
It’s strange to me some days to want to be able to be under the moonlight as much as I want to be in the sunlight. I love seeing both the sun and the moon shine brightly against the sky.
I want to say it has nothing to do with who my father is or that his twin is Artemis. They’re complete opposites, yet alike in some ways. They both love to shine, just at different times.
Sighing, I stare out the window, not really looking at the moon tonight. More like I’m wondering what the night holds. What could be out there?
In the span of a day since Arely filled my head with thoughts of a dream man, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve tried, but I still can’t seem to fully shake the thoughts of such a man. Why all of a sudden can I not stop thinking about a man I’ve never met, nor do I want to meet? I mean, I’ve been perfectly fine all on my own. I have no reason to need to meet someone who would eventually end up leaving me.
Turning away from the window, I try to get comfortable in my oversized chair I just had to have, only it’s not working. I can’t seem to find a good position. My body feels restless. I look back out the window and sigh. If I can’t get comfortable, then I might as well go for a walk or something. Night walks always seem to help when I feel this way. Just tonight is worse than it’s been in a long while.
I get up out of my chair and slip on a pair of clogs. Can’t go wrong with clogs, leggings, and a hoodie. It’s like a staple look for me when I’m not at the library. If not leggings, it’s skinny jeans with fuzzy socks and slouchy off-the-shoulder shirts.
Pocketing my keys and phone, I step out into the cool night. If you take a deep breath, you could smell fall in the air. I love this time of year. With the leaves changing, the crisp, cool nights, and just fall itself, it’s beautiful. You can’t go wrong with pumpkins, Halloween, and all the fall festivities around town.
Without anywhere in mind to go, I start walking down the sidewalk. Redwich is filled with neighborhoods, all beautifully kept. Sometimes I think this town is like one of those out of a Hallmark movie. During the summertime, you could even find children outside playing and riding their bicycles. In the fall, you’ll find them playing in the leaves.
Only when it’s dark out does the town get an ominous vibe, though even still, it’s not a horrible vibe. Just occasionally.
Tonight, the night’s air seems still and on edge all at the same time. It’s hard to describe in order for it to make sense to others, but that’s the way it seems to me like something could happen at any moment.
I round the elementary school and immediately know I’m not alone anymore.
Stopping, I twist around, not seeing anyone, but that doesn’t mean they’re not out there. The shadows are full and able to hide those who want to remain hidden.
Slowly, I start to walk again, watching for the shadows. I wasn’t ready to go back home yet, but I didn’t want someone to jump out at me either. I keep my pace slow and my attention on the surroundings. All I need to do is get where there’s more light.
In the distance, I can see I’m getting closer, but I don’t feel I’ll make it there.
The snapping of a stick not far from my left causes me to nearly jump out of my skin. I spin in the direction to find a group of men stepping from the shadows.
“Look at this,” the one in the front says, stepping forward just a bit more than the others. With him dressed in all black, it makes him look paler in the moonlight. His hair looks greasy, and is that . . . eyeliner around his eyes? Hasn’t he heard that eyeliner isn’t used like that anymore?
Oh well, to each their own. I myself don’t use eyeliner unless I decide to go for the cat eye look, but I’m not good at it, so it’s usually when Arely decides to do my makeup for me.
“Where you goin’, pretty thing?” another one asks.
“That’s none of your business.” I decide just to ignore these men and start walking again. I wasn’t far from the business district. I could see the lights of the buildings illuminating the streets up ahead.
The men laugh and start taunting me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as if it wanted to beat right out of my chest.
“Go away,” I mutter, talking to myself more than to them, but they all start laughing harder.
“I don’t think so,” the first one says, suddenly in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. “We’re gonna have some fun before . . .”
I don’t wait to hear him finish what he’s saying. Suddenly, I know exactly what these men are.
Vampires, and they plan to hurt me.
