Blood Rain

I was looking forward to a quiet night with Castor, hoping for a romantic evening with just the two of us. Gabriel had come to pick up Charming, and I was already fantasizing about what the night would bring. We have so few of them.

It had started out well enough, with me lying in his arms while deep in conversation, but as with us often, such conversations lead to worded chaos.

I was lying alone in bed with the fur pulled up to my chin when the door burst open and the men entered, and kicking and screaming, one dragged me out by my hair, yelling at me, asking me where he was. Calling me.. whore.

I knew who he meant, or at least I thought I knew, until he asked for him by name. Keller. One of Castor’s alias’? Or did he have the wrong apartment?

Blood, it was suddenly everywhere, rivering towards me in crimson ribbons as I hid under the sleeping couch, staring into the eyes of death, staring into the vacant eclipse of an empty soul. I could hear the house slave screaming, and even though I knew I should not, I slithered out from beneath the couch, coated with another’s life essence, stepping into the main room to see another man fall. But not my man.

He looked like an avenging warlord in the midst of a macabre massacre, his muscles flexing beneath layers of red, his eyes feral and fearsome.

He shoved me beneath a shower of cold running water, then bid me to dress quickly. We had to leave.

Now, it was our turn to be the hunted.

He pulled me into a dark alley, then shoved me into a doored alcove, the heavy wooden structure closing just as the shouts of many passed by. My heart was beating wildly, my breath panting rapidly, my body flushed from the race.

It seemed we had lost them, at least for the time being. And in doing such, we had lost ourselves as well.

Just another day in the company of Castor.