A Moonlit Night - The Complete Saga

by Adrianna White

  “Good evening,” said Simeon, as Xander opened the bedroom door. “It’s about time you arrived. Cynthia and I were getting ever so…bored.”

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Xander asked, clenching his fists. “Get away from her!”

  Simeon was standing with Cynthia at the foot of the bed. She looked unharmed, Xander noted, although the emotional damage could have run deep.

  Cynthia was an immigrant of Greek descent; having only arrived in Toronto a few years back. She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties, with long black hair that curled down her lightly bronzed skin.

  “What, no hello?” Simeon inquired, grinning devilishly. “You haven’t seen me in almost twenty years, and I don’t even get common courtesy? Is this how you treat your maker?”

  “She hasn’t done anything to you,” said Xander, stepping forward. “Leave her alone.”

  “Or what?” asked Simeon, barring his fangs. “You’re going to do something about it?”

  Simeon turned towards Cynthia, looking her deep in the eyes. He stared directly into her soul, and said, “Cynthia…sit down.”

  Expressionless and devoid of any emotion, Cynthia did as she was ordered. She was charmed, and lacked any freewill of her own.

  “That’s a good girl,” said Simeon, sitting down beside her. “You won’t mind if the boys had a little discussion, would you?”

  “…No,” Cynthia said, blankly.

  “Good,” said Simeon, turning his gaze towards Xander. “Now we can speak.”

  “What do you want?” growled Xander, taking another step closer. “Speak and then get the hell out. It’s been a long time since we ran together.”

  “That it has,” Simeon said. “I have come to set things right between us.”

  “And you do that by holding the woman I love hostage?” Xander asked.

  “This human will matter little when I tell you what I’ve found,” Simeon grinned. “The last summoner, I have found her!”

  Simeon jumped up from the bed, and grabbed Xander by the shoulders. With a eyes wide open, he said, “I want us to find her together!”

  “The last summoner?” asked Xander, smirking. “You’ve truly gone mad this time. You know that is just a myth, right?”

  “It’s not a myth!” said Simeon, eyes wide open. “She lives somewhere in the United States, the witches assure me that they have finally found her. She has escaped us for over two thousand years, but we have found her! It is only a short while before the last of their kind dies…and we will be paragons amongst our kind!”

  “The last summoner died thousands of years ago,” said Xander, beginning to grow impatient. “All I see is a desperate old man, searching for something that was never there. I pity you.”

  Simeon turned away from Xander, and took a seat beside Cynthia. She sniffed around her neck, as he ran his hands through her hair. Looking back at Xander, he said, “Well, that’s a shame—.”

  “No!” yelled Xander, as Simeon sunk his fangs into the neck of Cynthia.

  Cynthia sat there, unable to move; unable to scream. All she could do was watch while the blood drained from her body.

  Xander charged towards the much older vampire, knowing full well that he would not survive the encounter.

  Simeon pulled himself away from Cynthia as Xander closed in. Growling, he stared down his old apprentice; his lip curling as his snarl shook the foundation of the house.

  Xander stopped in his tracks, unable to bring his body to move. For the first time in his second life, he was afraid.

  “Is there something you want?” asked Simeon, the blood dripping down his mouth. “Or do you want to join in, too?”

  “I—I will kill you for this,” stuttered Xander, frozen in fear. “I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but one day you will pay for this.”

  “Well, I look forward to the attempt,” smirked Simeon, turning back to the helpless Cynthia, lying on the bed.

  Xander watched on, in horror, as Simeon devoured Cynthia’s very essence. A tear streamed down his face, as Xander lost the woman he loved.

  Chapter Ten

  “No!” screamed Emily, as she watched Xander lay defeated on the porch. “Get away from him!”

  “And what are you going to do about it?” asked Simeon, still grasping onto the back of Xander’s neck. “You may have killed those two lowlifes the other night, but I think we both know you got lucky. You simply don’t have it in you to control your power at will.”

  He was right, Emily thought. She didn’t understand her powers; much less know how to use them. All she could do was watch, as her world became to unravel.

  “You can still save him,” said Simeon, dropping Xander. “The choice is yours.”

  Xander collapsed to the floor, unconscious and defeated. He had tried his best, but the formidable opponent was simply too much for him.

  Simeon placed his boot on the chest of Xander, pressing down with all his otherworldly might.

  Emily screamed in terror, as she watched her protector crumble under the pressure of Simeon’s boot.

  “If you’re going to save him, you’re running out of time!” shouted Simeon, his boots digging through the flesh of Xander.

  “Fine, I will come outside!” yelled Emily, now standing at the door. “You have won—.”

  “You can’t do this Emily,” pleaded Steven, standing beside her. “You’re all I have left; I can’t lose you.”

  Emily calmly looked towards her brother, and said, “My dear brother, if I don’t do this, we will lose everything.”

  Steven dropped to his knees, sobbing in dismay as he pleaded for her to stop. It was the first time he had cried since the loss of their parents, and couldn’t handle the thought of losing the last family member he had left.

  Emily placed her hand on his head and smiled, as if to tell him everything would be okay. Hesitantly, she walked outside, into the brisk night air.

  “If you let everyone go, I will give myself over to you,” said Emily, inching towards Simeon. “But you have to promise me that you will let my friends walk away.”

  Simeon stared down Emily, as she made her way across the porch. He grinned fiendishly, and said, “Didn’t anyone tell you? Never trust a vampire.”

  Simeon dashed towards Emily, speeding towards her in the blink of an eye. He grabbed hold of her flailing arms, wrapping them around her back, as he held her from behind.

  Growling, Simeon bared his fangs, as he sunk his teeth deep into the neck of Emily. The blood poured down her neck, as the pain overwhelmed her.

  Emily could feel the life drain from her body, as Simeon continued to consume her.

  “I have waited for this moment for a long time,” said Simeon, as he raised himself from Emily’s neck. “I’m going to enjoy this—.”

  Emily jerked back violently, as Simeon dropped her to the floor.

  “I told you that I would have my revenge one day!” shouted Xander, wrapping a silver chain around the neck of Simeon.

  Simeon gagged, choking on his own spit and blood. The silver burned through his skin, as Xander threw him to the floor. He thrashed around frantically on the porch, as Xander continued to pull the chains tighter.

  With the sound of bone snapping, Simeon was engulfed in a smoldering flame. Not a single fiber of Simeon remained, as his body rapidly turned into ash and blew away in the breeze.

  Xander collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, breathing heavily as his battered body slowly healed. A single tear streamed down his face, as he remembered the woman he had lost, thankful that he been strong enough this time.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Are you okay?” asked Steven, running outside. “Emily, say something to me.”

  “—Steven?” inquired Emily, slowly lifting her head. “Is that you?”

  Emily’s vision was blurred as she tried to pick herself up. She grabbed hold of her neck, trying to apply pressure to her wound.

  Steven grabbed hold of her, helping Emi
ly back up to her feet.

  “Is there anything I can do?” asked Xander, offering his support.

  “I think you’ve done enough,” said Tyler, exiting the house with a bat in hand. He waved the bat in the air, trying his best to look as intimidating as possible.

  “None of this was my intention,” Xander said. “I never meant for any of this—.”

  “Master!” shouted Horace, running up the steps. “The battle is over. I regret to inform you that we have sustained heavy causalities.

  Horace was battle worn and covered in blood, but beamed with confidence. His men were well trained, and had carried about their business with deadly speed and accuracy. Simeon’s junkies never had a chance.

  “Unfortunately, that was inevitable,” replied Xander, patting the ghoul on the shoulder. “You have performed admirably. The threat has been eliminated, but more may be lurking in the shadows. We will remain in the town, and hunt for any survivors.”

  “Retire for the night,” Xander continued. “I shall join you shortly.”

  Horace signaled for the remaining survivors, and they quickly disappeared into the night.

  “Emily,” said Xander, stepping towards her. “I just want you to know—.”

  “Stop,” interrupted Emily, holding up her hand. “I only want to know one thing.”

  “Anything,” Xander replied.

  Emily steadied herself, and slowly walked towards Xander. She wobbled a little, but as Xander moved to stabilize her, Emily motioned for him to remain where he was.

  “Were you there…when my parents died?” Emily asked.

  Unsure how to answer, Xander began to choke on his words, and said, “I—I was, but my reasons for—.”

  “I have heard enough,” said Emily, with a look of sadness and regret. “I can’t believe I was beginning to care for you. I would like you to leave.”

  “Emily, it’s not like that,” explained Xander, taking another step towards Emily. “You are not safe here—.”

  “I said, leave!” shouted Emily, pushing him back. “I should never have trusted you. My mother was right about you!”

  Xander cringed in pain, her harsh words cutting him deeper than any blade could.

  “I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” said Xander, backing away. “I promise you.”

  And so, Xander disappeared into the night, vowing to keep a vigilant watch over her.

  Emily may have asked him to leave, but she couldn’t possibly imagine the threat that still remained; but she soon would.

  The End

  The Vampire Hunter

  Chapter One

  He rushed through the dense forest, his heart racing as he unsheathed his sword. He could hear the monster to his left, and then to his right; it was circling him. The hunter had become the hunted; or at least that’s what he wanted the creature to think.

  His long brown hair blew in the night wind, and his tan duster thrashed against the damp forest ground. He watched, in the corner of his eye, as a shadowy figure stalked him, circling around him like a hawk hunting his prey.

  “This is what you’ve trained for,” the man whispered to himself, trudging through a shallow river. “There’s no turning back now.”

  He came to a complete stop, and listened, as the sounds of the forest spoke to him. It told him exactly what he needed to know.

  “Die, ghoul!” said the man, slicing his sword in downwards arc as a ghoul came lunging at him from the trees.

  The blade cut deep, running along the ghoul’s side. Blood splattered against the man’s face, as the ghoul collapsed to the ground.

  The ghoul shrieked in pain, writhing in agony on the ground. The blood gushed from his body, spewing all over the foliage around him. Attempting to crawl away, he cried out for his master.

  “Your master will not be coming for you,” the man said. “No one will be coming for you.”

  The ghoul grasped at the nearest oak tree, pulling himself along, as he left behind a trail of blood and guts. The vampire blood would sustain him for awhile, but unless he received a fresh dose of blood, he wouldn’t last long.

  “I want your master to know who did this,” said the man, taking off his Stetson as he knelt down beside the ghoul. “My name is Samuel Anderson, and I’m coming for him.”

  Chapter Two

  “You’re wake, finally,” said Emily, walking out of the kitchen. “…Another rough night?”

  Emily handed Tyler a glass of water, as he lay on the couch, dripping with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and his hands, shaky, as he brought the drink up to his lips.

  “It’s been a week now, and I still keep having these nightmares,” said Tyler, sitting up. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Emily, I really don’t.”

  Tyler brought his hands to his head, and began sobbing. His hands trembled as the tears dribbled down his face.

  Emily sat down beside him, and held him gently. She looked him deeply in the eyes, and said, “We all feel that way, Tyler. Julia meant the world to all of us.”

  “Why her, though?” Tyler asked. “What did she ever do to anyone?”

  “…Because of me,” answered Emily, looking down to the floor in sadness. “Julia died, because I was too scared to stand up for myself.”

  “Don’t blame yourself, Emily,” said Tyler, bringing his hands down from his face. “Julia wouldn’t have wanted that.”

  “There’s something I’ve been too afraid to ask you,” said Tyler, rising to his feet. “What are you? What is a summoner exactly?”

  “I wish I knew the answer to that,” said Emily, with her hands caressing her brow. “All I know is that everyone wants me dead.”

  “Why don’t you just pack up and leave?” Tyler asked, picking up a bat beside the couch, which hadn’t left his side since the initial attack.

  “Where would I go? Should I go to college, and hope they don’t take down a hundred students on their way to me?” asked Emily, trembling violently. “I have nowhere to run! All I can do is wait until they come looking for me again! What kind of life is that?”

  This time it was Tyler who came to aid of the sobbing Emily. He put the bat down, and tried to comfort her, resting her head on his brawny shoulder. He rubbed her back comfortingly, and said, “C’mon now, Emily, don’t cry. Everything’s going to be fine. Didn’t you just finish telling me that?”

  Emily looked up towards Tyler, who was smiling at her. She playfully pushed him aside, and thanked him for cheering her up.

  “So I take it you’ve decided to stay home from school?” Tyler asked. “Well at least it will be comforting to know you’re close by, incase trouble comes crawling back.”

  Tyler walked in the kitchen, sat down, and grabbed the local newspaper.

  “It’s been awhile since I’ve read this thing,” said Tyler, thumbing through the sports section.

  “It’s been awhile since you’ve left the house,” Emily replied.

  “Wait…what’s this?” asked Tyler, flipping to the cover. “Oh my god, Emily; what the hell is going on?”

  “The attacks have been happening since Simeon died,” said Emily, sitting down across from him. “Innocent civilians have been found, torn apart in the woods. Their bodies were strewn about the forest, for everyone to find.”

  “What do you think it is?” asked Tyler, with his eyes wide open.

  “I don’t know,” Emily said. “But whatever it is, they’re trying to make a point—.”

  Noticing Emily’s somber expression, Tyler decided to change the subject. Smiling, he said, “Where’s Steven? I barely see him these days.”

  “I don’t know where he’s been going,” said Emily, standing up and grabbing a beer from the fridge. “But every night he strolls in the house, around three in the morning, stinking of booze and piss.”

  Chapter Three

  “I’ll have another,” said Steven, signaling to the bartender.

  The Midnight Riders was located at th
e edge of the town, a frequent destination for all the lowlifes and degenerates passing by. A sleazy bar, with gussied up meth addicts offering specials to any man foolish, or drunk, enough to pay for their services.

  From what Steven could see, at least a dozen men were packing heat, ready to open fire on anyone that tried to stop them. The perfect place, Steven thought, to wash away his sorrows.