Shaking my head to clear it, I sense the trucks are closer.No, it’s one truck and a car.“Anger and hatred in the air.”
Rundas doesn’t need me to tell him that.
“Right you are, Prez.”
The other members of the MC stir and sit up.
“They’re coming this way as fast as they can go.”Theron is always ready for a rumble, so he sounds in a good mood.It’s been too long since we spilled blood.
The crew likes looking on the bright side of life.Heh.
Leaving the place where we are safe from the sun, all five of us crawl out into the distillery.The brewhouse sits empty and unused behind the other door.The shutter is bolted over the basement window.We have got to get the brewery up and running before the visitors begin arriving in summer—and here I am having to worry about this dreary human nonsense.
“Ah, shit,” Artim grumbles.“I hate listening to grievances during the day.Fucking local folk.Too bad I’m not attracted to sucking the blood of men.I swear I could drain them of every last drop before they hit the ground.”
Jaecar elongates his jacked body like a lazy cat as he stretches.“Men are all we have left.Men and old women.And I’d rather feed on fish heads than suck on them.”
“How did it go last night?”Theron asks me in the sort of way that lets me know he will not be offended if I tell him to fuck off.
Slithering from the distillery to the clubhouse takes mere seconds through the connecting tunnel.I begin flicking on lights as I wait for the others to join me.There’s no need for me to tell them to position themselves naturally.Rundas sits on a barstool.Theron and Artim start racking up the balls for a game of pool.Jaecar pulls on leather gloves.
When everything is in order, I tell them.
“Luna invited me into her bed and allowed me to feed on her.”
The sound of salivating fangs punctuates the end of my sentence.
“You told her the truth.”Statement, not a question.
“Yeah.No doubt.”
My mind was made up last night.I fell in love with my beautiful red-haired queen as she recovered from her bloodletting and lay resting in my arms.
Like a watchful lioness, Luna sleeps with her eyes open as she dreams.She allows me to lick and stroke her to my heart’s content while the fantasies fill her subconscious.
Her pulse starts to beat stronger than ever after the fainting spell leaves her.
Her blood surges like fire in my veins at the memory of how Luna whispered my name in her sleep.
The truck and car pull up outside, spraying gravel as the tires spin.
Jaecar sets a black, full-face motorcycle helmet over his head and wraps a bandana around his neck.“I find it hard to believe that she dropped into your lap like a ripe peach after only ten days of Landslide living, Prez.”His voice is muffled behind the helmet face shield.
“He’s one seductive son of a bitch.”Theron chuckles.
We pose silently in the artificially lit clubhouse.We don’t have to wait for long.A heavy knock on the door makes it rattle.
After checking that we are in the shadows, Jaecar opens the door.
“Morning, folks.Nice to see you.I’m just heading out.Don’t mind me.Prez, here are some visitors for you.”
Pushing the door back, Jaecar waits for the four men to step inside, but they let Luna enter first.When everyone is inside, Jaecar shuts the door firmly behind him as he leaves, locking out the sunlight.
I want to rush over to her and clasp Luna in my arms, but I don’t.One look at her pale face and I can tell this is serious.
Ben Magoo is valiantly holding his shotgun in his hands.Is that what Luna is worried about?
Jerry Steele gets straight to the point.
