Lured by the Moon

Sebastian stepped across the messy clothes, his nose scrunched from the awful smell. Everywhere he stepped, there were filthy socks and bras lying on the ground. It's like a disaster zone, with cups, bowls, and everything else serving as evidence of a party that took place.

Sebastian had an urge to cover his nose and get out immediately. He pushed down the urge and asked, "What happened here?"

The man chuckles nervously as he scratches his hair, which resembles a nest of rats and mice. "Heehee. There was a party, and it got crazy." Sebastian scrutinized him and made the man tap his cheeks awkwardly, "Uhh. What's your brother's name? I might know him."

I doubt that.

He thought silently, "Quinn White."

The man shakes his head disappointingly, "I have to apologize. I don't know anyone by that name." Sebastian walks around and sees a photo frame on the table next to a fireplace that doesn't burn. In the photo, he saw a younger boy in his adolescence being held by the older man Sebastian was talking to, yet his eyes seemed haunted and sad, burdened by something.

Sebastian could hear the sound of the man's footsteps coming closer, followed by the question, "Would you like something to drink?"

Sebastian turned around in response. He wanted to refuse, but knew he should act docilely to gain information. He would have used his usual course of action – violence – but that would have meant cleaning up the aftermath. He doesn't feel like it.

With a forced smile, he said, "Sure. What do you have? But shouldn't you tell me your name before giving me a drink." The man, Finn, smiled widely, his cheeks bulging, and replied, "You can call me Finn. I have coke, fruit wine, and water."

Sebastian opted for the coke. Finn nods in a gesture to follow him. He follows carefully, making sure not to step on the clothes, and they enter the kitchen, where Finn grabs a can of Coke and hands it to him.

Sebastian didn't usually drink because, as a vampire, he didn't have any source of beverages except for blood, which is their sustenance to keep them alive.

Sebastian took a sip; cold liquor ran down his throat. Finn asks him, "I have some security cameras planted across the house, but the video is in my bedroom. Would you like to see it? You might find something from the video."

He then leads him into his bedroom. Is he trying to do something inappropriate to me? 

His eyes locked onto Finn's, noticing his fingers twitching nervously. Sebastian curved his lips into a smirk and said, 'Sure. I might have found something interesting.' He set the coke down on the table and followed Finn into the hall, where four doors came into view. They entered the last door, which had a strange, creeping-looking drawing in the middle.

The drawing depicted a bloody knife stabbed into a white wolf, its eyes glowing red under the full moon, surrounded by the dark, dim forest.

Uhh. Creepy.

As they enter the room, he shakes his head. His bedroom is the only place that's not messy. Actually, it's tidy enough, although there aren't very many materials. There was a bed, a large screen that showed the entire house, a coffee table, and shelves filled with books. 

Sebastian walks closer to the screen and turns to ask Finn, "Can you turn the video on from the party? I might be able to see him."

Finn nods with a creepy smile that widens his cheeks and walks closer to touch the keyboard.

Sebastian didn't notice before. His nose scrunched up even further. Is that blood he's smelling? Why does he smell dry blood on Finn's body? How did he not smell that before? 

As he stepped away, he turned around. The smell was awful. He walked around the room and stopped before the shelf. He grabs one of its books.

His forehead scrunched once again. The title reads, 'Myth about vampires.' Why would Finn carry books about vampires? Looking at the shelves more closely, he notices that most of the books are about vampires, witches, werewolves, and more. All of a sudden, he felt very tired. He yawned, covering his mouth. The edge of his vision became blurry. He didn't understand what was going on. He was feeling fine, but he's starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy.

He started to lose balance, his hands reaching out to the shelf as he tried to steady his shaky legs.

He was startled to feel a grasp on his arms and a concerned voice whispering in his ears, "You don't look very good. Are you okay? Maybe you should sit down."

Finn then carried him over to the bed, where he sat down. A warning of bad bells rings through his mind.

SOMETHING IS WRONG!

The look in Finn's eyes rubs him the wrong way. The man's eyes looked very different – they were cold and full of malice. His lips curve into a slow, cruel smile.

Sebastian knew at that moment that Finn had done something. It must be the drink. He was feeling fine until he started feeling dizzy and faint.

As he struggled to remain calm despite the thundering in his heart, he whispered, "W–What did you put in the drink? The can wasn't even opened."

"Don't worry. It's not going to kill you. It's just something for your kind to help you take a nice nap."

Sebastian was aware that he knew something. Sebastian had to take action before something bad happened. He tries to stand on his shaky legs as he runs toward Finn. 

His hands reached out to grab his throat as his eyes flashed red. "You'll regret this!"

Then Finn grinned even further, and he was able to catch his clenched fist to the point where he started to feel pain.

Then his knees, which had turned wobbly, gave way and he dropped to the ground. His mind felt unsteady and woozy, then everything turned black.