Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It was a clear day, the sun was out, the water of the ocean could be heard lapping against the rocks of the cliffs outside the large Victorian era mansion. Inside the halls and rooms had all been remodeled by the current owner. The owner, a single male, Aaron Clock was a solitary person, once a week a group of maids came through and cleaned any of the parts of the mansion that needed it. There was something odd about this manor though, or not the manor as much as the man whom resided within its lavish walls.
Aaron Clock had resided in this manor since the day it was built on this exact spot, five hundred years ago. Aaron was what many called a black blood, a Vampyr in the old tongue to those whom knew what the true name for his race was. Aaron had been merely a child at the time the home was constructed, upon this spot, his father was the benefactor behind its construction for his family. It was simply four months later that the murders occurred; his father was gunner down on the steps of his own home, six shots from a forty four revolver through the mans chest; his mother was brutally raped in front of him and his younger brother before her throat was slit from ear to ear; then the final straw was the disembowelment of his little brother. Why was Aaron spared?
Aaron was not spared that night, the brutal murderer turned his knife upon Aaron, leaving the large scar that was still with him upon his back, almost all the way down his spine. What had saved him that night? A male came to his aid, the smell of blood and screams had attracted this creature of the night to the mansion late that night. The twenty year old dying Aaron watched as the powerful Vampyr simply broke the mans neck. The rest of the story goes without needing to be said Aaron was reborn that night, the Vampyr, his dark father, Henry Clock; Henry Clock was a source blood the first of his family line and thousands of years old. A powerful creature that raised Aaron in the ways of the black arts teaching him both ancient rituals and ancient magic.
This early afternoon the master of the house was awaiting a special delivery to his home. A new âpetâ one could call the delivery. A neko, young, lithe, petite, and immune to the taint of his black blood was being delivered to him, at no small price mind you. Of course the most favored pets of the Vampyr, let alone one that had yet to be drank from was a rare commodity. Looking out the window at the ocean Aaron sighed. Like all of those cursed with his shared blood line Aaron was not a fan of seawater, some Vampyr didn't sun well, this five foot eleven, athletic built Old blood did not handle salt water. Brushing some his black hair from his crimson eyes he yawned and looked at his watch.
Walking to the couch he set down. Wearing blue jeans that were loose on his well toned body black running shoes and a black button up shirt he stretched and turned on the tv as he waited.
Aaron Clock had resided in this manor since the day it was built on this exact spot, five hundred years ago. Aaron was what many called a black blood, a Vampyr in the old tongue to those whom knew what the true name for his race was. Aaron had been merely a child at the time the home was constructed, upon this spot, his father was the benefactor behind its construction for his family. It was simply four months later that the murders occurred; his father was gunner down on the steps of his own home, six shots from a forty four revolver through the mans chest; his mother was brutally raped in front of him and his younger brother before her throat was slit from ear to ear; then the final straw was the disembowelment of his little brother. Why was Aaron spared?
Aaron was not spared that night, the brutal murderer turned his knife upon Aaron, leaving the large scar that was still with him upon his back, almost all the way down his spine. What had saved him that night? A male came to his aid, the smell of blood and screams had attracted this creature of the night to the mansion late that night. The twenty year old dying Aaron watched as the powerful Vampyr simply broke the mans neck. The rest of the story goes without needing to be said Aaron was reborn that night, the Vampyr, his dark father, Henry Clock; Henry Clock was a source blood the first of his family line and thousands of years old. A powerful creature that raised Aaron in the ways of the black arts teaching him both ancient rituals and ancient magic.
This early afternoon the master of the house was awaiting a special delivery to his home. A new âpetâ one could call the delivery. A neko, young, lithe, petite, and immune to the taint of his black blood was being delivered to him, at no small price mind you. Of course the most favored pets of the Vampyr, let alone one that had yet to be drank from was a rare commodity. Looking out the window at the ocean Aaron sighed. Like all of those cursed with his shared blood line Aaron was not a fan of seawater, some Vampyr didn't sun well, this five foot eleven, athletic built Old blood did not handle salt water. Brushing some his black hair from his crimson eyes he yawned and looked at his watch.
Walking to the couch he set down. Wearing blue jeans that were loose on his well toned body black running shoes and a black button up shirt he stretched and turned on the tv as he waited.