First: Here Previous: None Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1233904052/ Tw/s: Bl00d, Sh!pp!ng, Mentions of p0is0n and v0mit Thumbnail by @SableSpider- Characters in Chapter - Scott Goldsmith - He/Fae Apo Kuna - She/They Martyn Woodhurst - He/They Jimmy Solidarity - He/Him Scar Goodman (Mentioned) Chapter 1 - Scott – Once a year the moon turns red. And once a year the hunger turns us all feral. The mortals have many names for it. ‘Red Night’ ‘Lunar Eclipse’ trying to make sense of what this phenomenon might be. The non mortals call it the blood moon. “Blood moon’s in a week.” Apo bounced on the balls of her feet anxiously. It had taken her over a century to get used to the fact that she had to drink blood to survive. And that was without vomiting or fainting. They still hated the blood moon though and tended to spend most of it locked away in their room with a book. “Don’t remind me…” I sighed. The worst part was probably the humans. God- I hated humans so much. I swear- I hated them more than Jimmy and that was no easy contest. He was a complete idiot. “You hungry?” “Already got some.” I had gone through the fridge earlier that day for blood. “Scott, why do you always insist on drinking that stuff? It smells terrible.” Apo made a face. “You’re basically drinking l3thal p0ison mixed with blood-” “It tastes nice.” I shrugged, pouring into a glass, ignoring the expression she was making. Martyn was playing some sort of mournful tune about death and something else that was super d3pr3ssing on the piano. If I was honest I’d be a lot more concerned if he was playing a happy, joyous tune about sunshine and rainbows. He didn’t get up to greet me. He just briefly nodded in my direction. I nodded back. Martyn had never been very talkative. Or happy for that matter. This was his version of being friendly. And sociable. And then there was Jimmy… As soon as I stepped foot in the room he was in, he sprung up so quickly that I ended up spilling blood all over my freshly cleaned, crisp white, EXTREMELY expensive shirt. “HI SCOTT!” I folded my arms and glared at him. “What’s-” I gestured to my blood-stained shirt. “Do-” I stormed out of the room. I didn’t have the energy to deal with Jimmy and his various calamities today. *Later* “Do you ever shut up?” Martyn was in one of his worse moods. Jimmy was going on about some human he’d fallen in love with oblivious to the situation around him. The human’s name was ‘Scar’ apparently. Ridiculous name. And Martyn clearly just wanted Jimmy to be quiet. “He’s so pretty and nice- And- And he thinks I’m funny. He thinks I’m FUNNY…” The only noise that could be heard other than Jimmy talking was Apo turning a page in their book. “The human suspicious yet?” I didn’t look up from the article I was reading. I already knew what he was going to say. “His name is SCAR!” I took another sip of my blood-filled glass. “And I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask because I don’t care. Your human could be called Scandinavia for all I know and I still wouldn’t care.” “Burn…” Martyn dryly commented. *Later* “Can we talk?” Apo stood in the doorway of my room. She didn’t have to ask for an invite in, but she always did anyway. Force of habit she always called it. “Make it quick.” I didn’t look up as I adjusted my duvet. Because no- Contrary to common belief, vampires didn’t sleep in coffins. We slept in beds like humans. She sat down on one of the cushioned chairs near me. “I’m just checking in-” “I’m fine.” I moved the duvet again.” I interrupted. “I’m great even. You can leave now Apo.” She didn’t move. “Scott, you’ve been acting off lately.” “And that’s your business because…?” “The blood moon’s coming up soon, Scott. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” “so…” She sighed, “Scott tell me the truth. Are you okay…?” “Leave me alone.” “Scott-” “Go away-” “Answer the question, Scott-” “I said, Leave me alone!” The words came out harsher than I intended. Apo visibly flinched. “I’m fine. You don’t need to concern yourself with me. Go do something important or go back to reading your book.” Martyn had always said that when I was angry it was either hot or cold. I’d either yell or go deathly quiet. I think everyone, Martyn included, preferred it when I yelled. Apo to her credit, didn’t lash out or yell at me. They just calmly stood up. “I think you just proved to me why I think you aren’t fine.” She told me and then calmly left.
