BLOOD MOON
SOCIAL CLUB
DEATH AND
DOMINATION EPISODE TWO
By Karl Clay
Vetter & C. Vetter
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fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the
authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any
resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.This story was inspired by the fictional events and characters created at the Blood Moon Social Club's interactive theater. Produced and directed by Karl Clay Vetter, C. Vetter and Patrick Foster.
The authors wish to thank all the Blood Moon Social Club members for their outstanding performances and support. The fictional characters in this story pay homage to you each and every one. Proceeds from this book go toward keeping the Blood Moon Social Club alive.
Copyright protected © 2015 by Karl Clay Vetter and C. Vetter.
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DEATH AND
DOMINATION CHAPTER 3 THE MUMMY
The ancient oil lamp's
flame cast a flickering light against hieroglyphs painted on the
tomb-like walls. The sparsely furnished chamber was occupied by a
creature that only resembled a man in his features. A simple spell
could change that human visage to appear as a falcon or a cheetah for
the thing that sat gazing into the flame was neither human nor
animal. It was the the spirit of a powerful Egyptian sorcerer
returning from the realm of the dead over and over for five thousand
years.
Sitting on a floor mat
cross legged, his hollow sunken eyes pierced the flame and saw beyond
the now and gleaned answers to questions of the future. A more
difficult spell but a useful one. As his mind probed the fog of
events yet to come a dense shadow appeared and refused to yield to
his gaze. After several tense minutes he gasped and let go the
vision. A searing pain sliced into his brain, a familiar burning like
a hot blade from a sword-smith’s forge.
“Rapture,” the name filled his mouth with the taste of putrefaction. He reached over to pick up a small brass bell and shook it. The chimes summoned a man of diminutive size clad in a dark suit. “Raad, I have an errand for you.”
“I am ready to serve Master.”
“Take some currency and hire an informant. A good one, well versed in the ways of the dark world. Send him to the Blood Moon Casino with money to gamble with. He's to report anything unusual. I mean stranger than the usual nefarious activities. I expect rumblings of discontent very soon.”
The little man grimaced and spoke in a strained voice. “He's returned, Master?”
“I'm certain of it. See to it the spy can pay for information too. Leave no stone unturned. My nemesis has many enemies who would owe me dearly if I could provide them with his location.”
Raad left. The sorcerer stood and exited the chamber and found himself wondering on an aimless path throughout the beautifully furnished home. Raad, he was confident would know exactly what to do having many connections with supernatural agents of destruction. If one needed a vampire or werewolf assassin he could ferret out just the fiend for the job. Much to his chagrin Rapture proved to be neither and conventional methods of wooden stakes and silver bullets failed to destroy the shadow walking devil.
He entered a lavish dinning room where a bottle of Pinot Noir beckoned. Sitting alone at the opulent table was a stunning woman of classic beauty. Her wine glass untouched a silver fish fork in her delicate hand. She poked the grilled sea bass as if she were tormenting it.
“I waited for you darling but hunger overtook me,” her petulant tone awoke him from his nightmarish day dreaming.
“Layla my pet, please enjoy. I'm just not in the mood.”
She put the fork down and studied his face; the dark furrowed brow, the sharp angular lines, the deep penetrating eyes. What was not evident in his countenance was an aura of darkness surrounding him. Cold icy waves emanated from the darkness, she'd only seen it once before. This was visible to eyes no mortal woman possessed. “You're troubled. Should I go and leave you to your thoughts?”
He looked up at her. “Perhaps you would like to take a trip? Some place exotic. I'm going to be involved in some tedious work for a while.”
“She stood sharply. “Akar, you know I detest it when you dismiss me like a common concubine. It's him isn’t it, he's back?”
His smile was desert dry. “Your perceptions are so keen. Yes I think he's returned.”
“You remember the last time how it affected your mind? Let me lure him into a trap and cast him into oblivion?”
His smile vanished. “Never! Nothing in this world or any other will prevent me from having my revenge. Either you go away until it's finished, or you remain and tolerate my attention on what must be done. There will be very little of my time for you.”
She sat back down and began to nibble on the dead fish. “I'll wait my love and when you're in desperate need of my abilities I'll be here.” She watched as he accepted her resolve and sank back into his concentration. Her thoughts too were roiling with visions of torture for her lover was not the only one with grand schemes of vengeance.
DEATH AND
DOMINATION CHAPTER 4 THE WOLF
The far away lights of Las
Vegas sparkled across the dry landscape. A full moon hung low in the
sky. At certain times of the year this phenomenon caused the moon to
appear larger and the light passing through the horizon gave it a
deep reddish huge. Adrianna sniffed the brightly lit ground detecting
numerous scents. Her long ears captured distant voices. Then a
cacophony of howls. The noise frightened a wild mustang and her colt,
they bolted into the night. Running silent on four feet she covered
the distance in minutes. Then slowed and crept up to a wall of
natural red stone for which Red Rock Canyon got its name.
The voices were clear and
she could determine that a heated debate was in progress. A gruff male voice. “No damn it I say he fights Ungar and only then can he advance.”
A strong female. “Yes Rusty I know you would love to see your only rival torn to shreds but I forbid it.”
A young male. “I'll fight Ungar I'm not afraid.”
The female. “Of course you would and no one believes you to be a coward. But the signs say your destiny is to fulfill a great endeavor and that will be difficult if you loose an arm.”
Another voice cautioned for quiet, “Silence, someone approaches the entrance.”
Adrianna boldly entered the camp, parked against the red walls were motorcycles, pickup trucks and RVs. Gathered around a bond fire a dozen men and women. She sniffed the air and gave a low howl.
A teenage member of the group broke the silence. “A wolf.”
His father buffed him gruffly on the shoulder. “Quiet Tommy. Not a real wolf, don't be fooled boy. The father lowered his hand to a .45 dangling from his belt.
The wolf carried a white feather in her teeth and laid it on the ground before them.
A woman of masculine stature with long red hair stepped to the front of the gathering. “Who are you? Come on drop that poor intimation and show yourself.”
Adrianna began to change, her gray pelt fell away and dissolved revealing a young beautiful girl wearing rough jeans and a beaded vest over a white shirt. Her long dark hair was braided with colorful bead work. “I come bearing a message from Barron.”
The words had not fully left her mouth when several men began to shape shift into moon mad howling beasts. She stood her ground and rolled her head back exposing her throat to the werewolves.
The red headed woman stepped in between the messenger and the attackers. “Halt! I want to speak with her.” Her command was obeyed. The men dropped their were forms and returned to the fire.
“You took a bold risk coming in here, what is your name?”
“Adrianna, and I was certain that Riona the Red would not break a truce that has held for all these years.”
The tall woman smiled. “So you've heard of me?”
“Of course, you're a legend known far and wide. I shouldn't tell you this but your name strikes fear among my kind.”
The red head laughed and turned to face the group. “You hear that you gypsy dogs the blood drinkers fear the sound of my name, as should any who tries to challenge my leadership.” She whirled back to face the vampire. “What is your message?”
“Barron says welcome and he is well aware of your sacred rituals and respects your right to camp here. He also says your folk are welcome to enter the sanctuary of the Blood Moon Social Club in human form as long as you engage in no violence on club grounds.”
One of the males growled, “What's to stop us from burning that the nest of bloodsuckers to the ground.”
Adreanna flashed a set of pearly white teeth flanked by sharp fangs. “Oh you might cause a bit of trouble but then ten thousand silver bullets would snuff that quick enough.”
Riona laughed again. “Good enough, now we know where we stand and the truce will hold. But I'm as cautious as I'm ferocious.” She called another woman up. “Cast the runes.”
The woman threw a hand full of rune stones on the ground. Riona studied them then spoke. “I'll send a scout to test your offer of peace. Take our young soldier there and if he comes back with all his blood we will try our luck at your tables.” She pointed at a young man wearing desert cammo fatigues. He sported a close cut brush of hair indicating he might have recently been in the military.
As he left with his escort the man that wanted him to fight gave a parting shot. “Don't worry friend when they drain you dry we will avenge you.”
The soldier shot back sarcastically. “Thanks Rusty I always knew you had my back.” This got a great laugh from the crowd.
Once they had cleared the camp Adrianna spoke. “What's your name?”
“Burk... Steve Burk.”
“What no pack name?” she lowered her voice to make it sound deep and ominous. “He Who Slays Without Fear of Death.”
He hung his head and ran his fingernails across his scalp. “Yeah right that's me. He Who Summons Thunder With Iron Claws. No, I don't have a pack name just plan old Steve or Burk my army buddies called me Burk.
“Riona said you were a soldier.”
“Right I was Army Rangers, got out a year ago. I tried getting back into civilian life but every thing I did just went to shit. My aunt lured me to this pack gathering. I guess for someone like me it's as good as it gets.”
“Your aunt? Let me guess, Riona?”
“That obvious?”
“Well yes and I read stones too and they said nothing about sending in a scout. But then I guess it's all up to interpretation.”
He looked at her a long pause then cracked a big smile. “Yeah she has this nutty notion that I'm going to do great things, but I think it's just her family pride.”
“Well Steven, you don't mind if I call you Steven do you?”
He smiled at her. “No, I like the way you say it.”
“Well Steven, I think your aunt believes in you. I could tell by her voice when she spoke of your courage.”
“You heard that from outside the camp?”
She cupped her ears with her hands. “She Who Walks as a Wolf Has Big Ears.”
He laughed at her joke. “You know I've been told my whole life how bad vampires are. You're the first one I've met but you don't seem that terrible.”
“I'm not but don't let that sway you. Some of us are real ass-holes.”
Coming soon chapters five
The Witch and six The Zombie. A hellish curse is revealed and the
walking dead shamble through the Blood Moon Social Club.
Thank you for reading.
Your humble purveyor Karl
Clay Vetter.
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