Lured by the Moon

Sebastian waits for the sounds of footsteps to fade after the door is shut. The room was dim and heavy like a silent before the storm.

There were no words, except for the sounds of wheezing breath. It reminds Sebastian that he's in control, that Finn's life was in his hands. The reality of the truth before him, that his life was in his hands, was an intoxicating drug; the fear and dread that Finn tried to hide only made him quirk a smile at the corner of his lips.

Sebastian could see his throat swallowing hard before he whispers next to his ears, "Uhh. You never thought that your son, who you thought was weak, is the reason you'll die tonight."

Finn scowls at him. "What do you want?"

Sebastian tilts his head with the same sarcastic grin, "Oh. I never thought you would ask that. I want to know how you found out what I am. Who are you?"

It was a few periods of silence before a harsh bark of laughter broke the heavy atmosphere. "HAHAHA. I've never will you anything."

Then a determined gaze appeared across his eyes that unsettled him, although he wouldn't show it on his face. He didn't want Finn to exploit the opportunity to kill him. "You bloodsuckers think you can get away with anything. Go ahead and kill me, but you can't stop us."

Sebastian quirks his brows. "Us? You're not working alone. I shouldn't expect too much. Besides, you do look stupid to think on your own."

Finn grins ferociously before knocking his head forward, catching Sebastian off-guard. A dull thud rings through his mind like a drum, making him dizzy. Before Sebastian could think, he sliced his throat smoothly without hesitation.

Blood spurts out, slides down Finn's throat, his eyes widen in slack before his body drops to the ground with a heavy thud. His eyes become dull and lifeless, like an empty glass. Sebastian stumbles, grabbing the wall within reach before settling down in the chair.

He stops before the screen, which has security cameras that show the house—living room, kitchen, garage, and everything else.

Looking down, he saw a time frame. His fingers soaked with blood pressed on the keyboard, then it showed a whole bunch of people dancing, drinking from champagne and bottles, and making out in a party with loud music that filled the room.

Nothing caught his attention until he saw a familiar figure in the video. His brother. Dancing with someone. His eyes narrowed further. He recognizes that person who's dancing with his brother. It was the woman he saw at the movie theater, the striking woman with red hair. They were walking amidst the crowd and walked out of the door.

A burning sensation creeps upon his chest, and a cough bursts out of him, making him cover his mouth with one hand. Although he could see that his dearest brother couldn't keep his hands off of her like a dog in heat.

How ironic! His head tilts toward the screen. Who's that woman? Is this merely a coincidence or something more sinister beneath the surface? What's her purpose in all this? Did she approach me on purpose? He stood up to his feet, a heaviness lingering through his bones like he'd been through a bloody war. He steps over the dead body, Finn's already forgotten out of his mind.

What am I supposed to do with the kid? I can't take him with me. He went outside of the house, where he could see the kid shivering. Why have I been saving kids lately? First it was Atlas. Now it's Lucas. Do I have some hero complex I'm not aware of?

Sebastian kneels before Lucas on the hard surface. "Hey. Your father is asleep, but he can't hurt you anywhere. I'm going to call the police. And they're going to take care of you."

Lucas seems uncertain but nods hesitantly. Sebastian smiles kindly; he reaches into his pocket, takes out his phone, and calls nine-one-one. "Hi. There's a dead body, with a young child left behind."

He told them the address and disappeared immediately when Lucas turned around at the sound of ambulances and big, blinking flashes appeared—red, blue, and white lights that could be seen in the night sky.

Sebastian stood from the distance, where he saw an older woman get out of the car and walk toward the child; he could tell everything would be alright by the kindness on her face. He exhales quietly in the cold, frigid air, where the wound on his stomach aches like a burning sensation to the point he feels dizzy.

He walks back on the street, where no one could see him, back to his car. He got into the car, gripped the wheel where his knuckles became white, and drove out of the driveway and went on the road back to the house.

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Pulling into the driveway, he could see the bright lights through the window. Sweat lingers on his neck as he gets out of the car and walks into the house. In the living room, Sarah and Atlas turn around at the sound of the door opening.

Sarah furrows her brows; faint concern lies within her voice, "Where have you been? And why are you shirtless and bleeding?"

She walked towards him and grabbed his arms, where he couldn't stand straight anymore. He was pulled to the couch and sat down, despite clenching his teeth so hard. "What happened to you? Dad and I have been looking for you for five days."

Wow! I was unconscious for five days. It makes me wonder what he did to me during that time.

His throat was scorching and dry. "Would you get me some blood? I was stabbed by a knife with vervain, so I'm a little weak now."

Sarah nods with a quiet sigh and heads into the kitchen. Sebastian turns his neck, feeling a stare on the side of his face. "What is it?"

Atlas looks at the blood on his stomach. "Does it hurt?"

Sebastian grins sarcastically, tasting blood on his lips, "Yeah, it hurts so much that I want to keel over. What are you going to do about it?"