“Come on assholes,” Gina yelled at them. “Bring it on,”
#BlueMoonJBW As the men started to chant louder, there seemed to be a movement on the other side of the room. As the door to the room opened, there was an immediate hush over the room. A smaller man came wobbling out of the adjoining room wearing a red linen robe with a red linen hood on it and had no shoes on, walking with bare feet. Their face was looking downward so it wasn’t visible to the room. On each side of the person, was a guard.
#BlueMoonJBW After pulling in where they had decided to park for the duration, they unloaded their gear and proceeded to go over the plan one more time. Once completed, they headed up the street to the fence facing the back of the mansion. When they arrived they found there were guards everywhere, the fence was hardwired with a laser sensor to let them know if anything climbed over it. Demetri imagined it would sound a large siren letting the guards and the people in the house know they had arrived.
#BlueMoonJBW Alex had always thought one day he would quit his wild ways and start putting his art first. He wasn’t just a tattoo artist, but he loved art in all styles. He loved to paint, do charcoal drawings; he loved to sit in a park or out in nature anywhere for hours and just sketch the things he saw. People looked at him and automatically drew conclusions about him. He was tattooed from head to toe, so therefore he must be a delinquent who did drugs (even though part of that was true), lived on the streets, was worthless and would never amount to anything. Most thought him a gun-toting outlaw just because he used his body as a canvas for his art. People would be surprised at how he was a hopeless romantic, how he longed to love and be loved. He had so wanted to have a relationship with his father, wanted his father to have never left. He wanted his father to be there for all of his successes, his graduation from high school, and the day he got his first car. He hoped his dad would have been proud of the road he took as an artist and of him owning a tattoo shop. Another item on the list of things Alex would never know.
#BlueMoonJBW As she pulled into the parking lot and drove back behind where she usually parks her car, she was immediately hit with a sensation she couldn't quite identify. It hit her as odd and her mind went directly to Demetri, something was wrong. She put the car into park and ran to the door. When she opened it, she was in complete and utter shock and amazement. What the hell is going on was all she could think. Everything she could see from the entry of the door that wasn't fastened down to something was floating in the air.
As she slowly walked inside her freak factor was at an all-time level red. She didn't know what was going on and she didn't know what she was going to find inside. Moving past the laundry room and into the kitchen, she was still moving slowly and with her mouth completely open. She was speechless. Making her way through the kitchen, trying to avoid hitting or knocking into anything, she kept wondering what she was going to find. Where was Demetri? What was she going to find when she did locate him? #BlueMoonJBW If Victor could make the sun go down and make the moon come up he would. He was so ready to get on with the ritual he could hardly contain himself. He was just full of pent up energy. But he had to control himself, he didn’t have time for a break, he didn’t have time to go looking for someone to pleasure him, he didn’t have time for anything other than planning for his master’s arrival. His mind went back to Alex; would Alex think Victor a monster? He was sure after tonight’s sacrifice he would, but by then it wouldn’t matter what Alex thought would it, for he would no longer be in control, his master would. When his master was here, he would make sure Victor never had these soft thoughts again. They were destructive to his cause; they undermined him.
#BlueMoonJBW As Demetri tried to navigate his way through this rush of emotions, this rush of images he felt like a man lost in a vast forest where all around him was everything and nothingness at the same time. He felt like he heard a voice, someone calling to him, but it seemed so far away. At least the thumping, pounding noise had stopped in his head. He was aware of what they had done and the fact that it must have worked, or at least partially worked for him to be where he was now, in a memory he knew was distant, far away and forgotten to him for hundreds of years. He knew he had to focus on the present, move forward in time, he had not time traveled back to this place, but rather he was reliving a memory, and that was knowledge he could work with. Yes, it was real, but it was a real memory, not a real physical place in current time.
#BlueMoonJBW He remembered asking Victor about the basement at The Other Side, about what was going on down there and what exactly Victor had saved him from. Victor told him the most remarkable story of people who are willing to come to a bar like The Other Side and give themselves freely over to vampires, werewolves, and other things allowing themselves to be used either for sexual favors, food or both. The fact he ended up down there and didn't get hurt was a remarkable thing in itself, but he had Victor to thank for that. Why would Gina and Demetri frequent a place like that? Why wouldn't they have told him about this underground world that existed? That would make sense now that he thought about it. The glowing eyes of some of the people, no not people but rather creatures down there and it would explain the creatures attacking him.
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