Lured by the Moon

The sensation of the cold edge of the blade that kisses his neck is what stopped him from moving. He knew. This woman, Blair, couldn't be too simple. It was too easy and relaxing. Almost as if it was a facade. 

He tilts the corner of his lips; he wasn't afraid, but the feelings of exhilaration pass through him. He asks casually, "Is that so? Do you really know who I am?"

The woman pokes the knife against his neck, a small sting where small traces of blood crawl down his neck. 

Blair grins wildly, but the caution within her eyes couldn't be hidden. "They call you the Joker. The one who slaughtered hundreds—men and women for just the fun of it."

Looks like Blair did her studies. It's been a long time since someone called me by that name. It's been a while since someone looked at me, the real me, the beast lurking beneath the gentle facade.

Sebastian smiles gently, "You have done your studies, Blair. What made you come so far? Not for me, I hope not."

Blair sneered, her lips curling into disgust. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I just have a few questions you need to answer."

Sebastian tilts his head. I'm definitely curious now. What could be so important that she had to confront me? "Is that so? What makes you think I'll answer it?"

Blair smiled gently, but cruelty flashed across her eyes. "You will help me if you want your brother back."

So she is behind his disappearance. Slow anger builds up in his chest, but he was able to keep it in check. He hates being blackmailed, especially by a human. 

He asked, "Alright. I'll answer some of your questions, but it depends on what kind of questions you're asking. But you have to answer some of mine as well. How did you kidnap him in the first place?"

The gloom flash across her face was fleeting, but he caught it. "Oh, wait. Don't tell me. Was it because you had vervain in your system?"

The look across her face—disgust and revulsion—said it all. She and Quinn had met at a party, where sex and drinking are combined. Quinn must have wanted to make out with her, then tried to drink blood from her veins, which allowed him to be weakened due to the vervain in the blood. 

Wow, I didn't think Quinn would get captured due to being horny. Yeah! Once I found him, I'm not letting him forget that. 

Blair pushed the knife even closer to the surface of the skin; it was a little painful. He waits for her to speak, to ask the question. 

"Where were you six years ago? Did you kill a family—a family of three, but let the one child live?"

Sebastian could notice something was off. Her voice was hard as ice, but the real hatred in her eyes was filled with fire. There were no words. He knew—if he said the wrong thing, bad things might happen. 

He took a deep breath, exhaling out. "Why do you want to know? Besides, if you really want to know. We need to go to my house. There's a book where all the names of the people I killed will be written in there."

Blair sneered, the distrust in her eyes—loud and clear. "Well, why should I trust you?"

"You don't have much of a choice. Like you said, I killed too many people throughout decades—why would I remember who I killed?"

All of a sudden, Blair grins, but the sorrow fills her eyes, but it disappears afterwards. "Of course you don't. You vampires consider humans so beneath you that you have no regard for human life."

Sadly, she's right. I don't have time to care for someone who could die from old age, disease, or injuries. Caring for someone means getting hurt.

 Sebastian didn't let the thoughts show on his face. "Have you decided you will be coming with me or not?"

Blair grabs his neck as she pulls him out of the seats. That was her answer—yes. They walked past the people, who were oblivious to their surroundings. 

The knife was in a different location now. It was poking against his back—a reminder that he needs to be careful until he gets the opportunity to overcome her. 

It doesn't matter who she's looking for or why she's doing this. No one gets away with threatening his family—especially a human or supernatural. 

They walked outside in the cold air—wind blowing like whispers.

A flash of an idea passed through his mind. There was a large pool across from him. It was dark enough where people wouldn't notice anything. It was stupidity and foolishness, but he wouldn't be held hostage again. 

As they walk closer to the pool with the knife behind his back. Her hands were gripping his elbows like a tight string of a bow. 

Without any kind of warning, he grabs her slim waist with both hands, twisting his hip as he pulls her into the pool. 

Blair gasped out loud from shock and surprise; the knife was knocked away before she could have a chance to use it. On reflex, she tries to grab anything to stabilize her fall—his shoulders. "W—What—"

Due to the fall, they fall into the pool. A cold, frigid splash of the water covers them like a blanket. Everywhere, they were soaked—icy coldness spread through their limbs. 

Blair, who's in his arms, tries to move. Her arms splashing everywhere. He could tell that she was frightened and furious. She kicked. Kicked. Kicked. Trying to get him to release her.

But he wouldn't let go. He held on to her waist, his arms tight like a rock, till her limbs slowed down. Her head was moving backward and forward; he could see small bubbles of water being released from her mouth. 

She wasn't moving anymore. Finally, I can't take it anymore. 

He held her waist till he swam to the surface. He exhaled like his life depended on that very air. He coughed and coughed till he could catch his breath. "Well, fuck!"

Cold air surrounds him like a blanket. A fog was released from his mouth like smoke coming out of engines.