Lured by the Moon

Blair's hair was scattered across the hard table, looking exactly like a young woman who was abducted by a serial killer.

Ironically, he's a serial killer. Or a mass murderer vampire. He shakes his head at the nonsense that's forming in his mind.

He crosses his arms nonchalantly, waiting for Blair to calm down from her hysteria.

Blair was heaving, her chest rising up and down, sweat clinging to the side of her face.

Sebastian watches her close her eyes before she opens them again with startling fierceness. 

She snorts at him, "Why should I tell you? If you think this will make me reveal his location. You've got another thing coming, vampire."

A ghost of a smile curls on his lips; Sebastian reaches for his pocket. Every bone in her body tensed at the sight of the knife.

Sebastian wraps his fingers around the handle of the knife; he asks softly, "You want to try again?" 

Sebastian didn't want to stay here. He didn't feel like going through the long process of torturing a bizarre human who was far over in her head, thinking she could take on a vampire.

Sebastian could hear the sound of her heart beating rapidly, despite Blair clenching her jaw, her eyes glaring at him fiercely. "Do it."

He said nothing. Sebastian walks around the table slowly, a slow rhythm to his stance that unnerves her. He slowly draws the knife against her skin in a lazy drawl, not hard enough to cut the surface.

He watches her swallow hard as her body remains tensed beneath the knife that continues to dance across her skin. Upon coming closer to her neck, he whispers, "I'm a patient man. Are you sure you want to be my enemy? As long as you tell me his location, I'll guarantee I'll set you free."

Blair stares at him with dark eyes before she starts bursting out laughing harshly. A soft chuckle left her lips before she replied, "Why should I believe you?"

That's true. Why would she believe me?

Blair exhales. "Besides, even if you're telling the truth. I won't say anything. You can go to hell."

Sebastian stops walking and snorts, "How funny. You're not the first and won't be the last to tell me to go to hell. I'll give you some advice. Give me what I want. I'll let you go with your head intact. I'll give you time to think about it."

A lazy smirk appears at the corner of his lips before he heads to the door. He could hear her breathing, harsh and heavy.

As he opens the door, he notices a figure lying against the wall across from him. It was Atlas who leaned against his legs, arms folded.

He heads out toward Atlas, who looks up at the sound of his footsteps. Atlas stands up and walks closer to Sebastian. "Is that my knife?"

Sebastian looks down at the knife in his hand. He had forgotten that he had borrowed Atlas's knife. With the familiar smirk, "What do you think? What are you doing here? I thought you would be in the room pouting."

 Atlas clenched his fist, annoyance rolling off him in waves. "I'm not pouting. I was waiting for you. Why won't you tell me who that woman is?"

Sebastian tucks the knife back into his pocket; he shrugs, "No offense. It's none of your business. Why are you here instead of staying in the room watching TV or playing on your phone?"

Why is he asking so many questions? Don't tell me he's worried about her.

With those thoughts, he asked suspiciously, "Do you know her?"

Atlas shakes his head before he sighed. "Nope. Why would I know her?"

Sebastian watches his face shift from annoyance to confusion. He shakes his head at the ominous feeling that came over him. It was fleeting, as if it was a dream.

He pushes Atlas's shoulder in the direction toward his bedroom upstairs. Atlas didn't make any protest, letting Sebastian's hand linger on his shoulder.

Atlas notices that his hands are cold, but his skin feels warm under his touch. It was strange for him to notice this. He shakes his head off the matter.

As they went upstairs, they went inside the bedroom. Music was playing loud, and the television was turned on, where shadows danced across the carpet.

Atlas headed toward the bathroom. Sebastian watches him grab a towel and some clothes from his closet before telling him. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Wait for me."

How bossy. He thought with a smirk on his face before sitting down on the bed.

I'll give her a few days to consider my words. If there's no progress, I'll have to take it further. It's been a long time since I've done this.

He opens his eyes at the sound of the door opening. He didn't realize that he was in deep thought. Atlas was wearing a casual black shirt and sweatpants that matched.

 He watches Atlas striding toward him with a towel in his hair, drying it off. Atlas glances at him. Sebastian tilts his head. "What?"

"I'm hungry." Atlas replies with a scowl, "You haven't got me anything to eat."

Sebastian watches in amusement, "Alright. What do you want to eat?"

Atlas shakes his head, strands of hair falling over his forehead. "I don't know. You pick something."

Sebastian rose to stand with a lazy smirk. "I know a place. Come with me."

They head downstairs and walk outside. They got into the car and drove into the street with other cars passing through.

As they sit in silence. It was a good kind of silence. Some words weren't necessary until Atlas broke the stillness in the car. "Are you going to kill her?"

Sebastian tilts his head with a soft exhale, "I don't know yet. I haven't decided what to do with her. Now stop asking me that."

There was no more. A deep silence reigns in the car, except for the sounds of cars and people outside.