Stranger Danger! (Moloch)

[ampedvamp]

Celeste Malum looked up at the stars, her eyes gaging their position and the position of the moon. She did the rough calculations in her head and figured it to be 11:37 PM. She didn't know what day it was, things such as that went unnoticed in the grander scheme of things, she did know that four sunrises and sets had gone by before her last meal. Her body was hungry, it pulled her forward to the smell. The delicious smell of flesh. She heard the sounds of the park before seeing it. The creak of a see-saw, the rattle of chains, the thump of a slide. The laughter of children. They sounded so fresh. So alive. She was hungry. So hungry.

She stuck to the shadows as much as possible until she had to run across the street. The closer she got the more careless she got, passing right under a street light. She was moving erratically and she felt someone had to have noticed. She didn't care. It had been too long. She needed the taste of blood. She could almost hear it pumping through their veins. The sticky substance of life. Many do not realize how important it really is until it's draining from their boy. It was a candy. A meal. A drug.

Her eyes passed over the children, many of them well groomed, all of them sweaty. Her eyes found one standing alone on the basketball court. He was directly under a lamp that filtered orange light. He was dirty, ruined shoes, long hair, defiant and soulful eyes. He kicked a hacky-sack, easily passing it from his feet to his knees to his shoulder. He would let it drop behind him so he could catch it on his heel, kick it up again. It was a mesmerizing dance.

She was pulled toward the kid, like a phantom was guiding her. Her gaunt features distorting in the moonlight. She didn't care. She was so close that it didn't matter if all of the world saw her.

It was dinner time.

[greyshadow04dna]

Moloch had spent the evening at the playground, it was dark now but unlike some other children, he had nowhere to go really. He sat on his swinging calmly without disturbing anyone or anything. As the peace seemed to overwhelm him he realized something wasn't right. He could feel it inside, that something bad was coming. This feeling was something he had a distaste for when it came to his playgrounds and children.

Though the name Moloch was synonymous with the deaths of children, he now felt obligated to oppose this carried meaning. Moloch had become a silent guardian of those children he played with. Even the ones who had no future and no parents, he felt the same love for them as he did his son when he was human. This was his new legacy, something he could call his own. The memories of the fires beneath those long gone in his name still remained in his head. The screams, the wails, and the eventual silence as the drums continued to beat.

He then spotted where it had been coming from out of the corner of his eye. He felt the hunger within the creature and knew it was a vampire. They were so rare now but again he could not let her harm the child but nor did he want to harm her. He was weary about how to approach the situation but knew he had to do so before it furthered and it was too late.

He used a small portion of his power to get between her and the child. He knew this was a bad place to be but felt obligated to do so. "Run," he said as he yelled to the child as he stepped in between the two of them. The kid lost stood helpless in awe of the situation, not knowing what to do even though it had been demanded of him.

[ampedvamp]

Celeste hissed a bit when a well-groomed child appeared in front of her. She stepped back and looked longingly at the child. She obviously just put herself into a very bad situation and she was still rather hungry. She cleared her throat and gave a bit of a smile, her vampire teeth hidden behind the human ones. She bowed low to the creature of power in respect and pointed to the child. "Darkest of eves, I do not wish to be rude, but may I have that?" Her voice was a mixture of accents, a little Irish, a little English, and a soft whisper of the American English used in the earlier 1800s. "If...if not I understand, rightfully claimed and all."

The sudden appearance made her believe that the creature of power was merely claiming it's territory. She did not want to take something if it was already staked out. She will have too many enemies as it is killing a human in the first place to have that situation compounded with a territorial being. She licked her lips as she watched the child.

The little boy missed a kick with the hacky-sack and started to back away. His eyes moved from Moloch to Celeste trying to understand the situation. The sharp smell of ammonia floated into the air, a sure sign that the child had ... relieved himself in fright. Celeste made a disgusted face. Her eyes darted to the skies briefly. 11:42 PM. She stared at the child and unconsciously moved a bit closer. Her instinct was guiding her. She opened her mouth in a grin, the shark-like teeth of her heritage poked out. "P..please let me have a taste. I'm so hungry. You can have the rest."

[greyshadow04dna]

Moloch had bore witness to her kind before. He grinned slightly at her statements before creating some of his own. "I understand your dilemma, a hunger needing filled but tonight, on this child, it will not be. For this I am sorry but feel that I am sure their is other more substantial prey about." His voice was cool and collected, his tone something of perfection and his eyes were a gentle blue. He knew she was led by instincts and not a mindset at the moment. He paused for a moment, moving head silently as if signaling to the boy he was ok now. The small child ran in horror but dared not scream for fear of what might happen if he did.

Moloch looked down for a moment and the looked her in the eyes. His eyes now were white as a fresh snow but his faced kept a even image of tranquility. "Let me, if I may, help you find a more suitable prey, something worth the blood that lies in its veins?" He had hopes to make peace with this creature especially if they were to be in the same area for awhile.

[ampedvamp]

Celeste watched as the kid ran off scared. Her left eyebrow twitched a bit at not being able to run after the child. Her mind cleared as he mentioned blood. Her eyes found his once more and noticed they were pure white. She had never had any contact with a demon before, but she could feel his power. She could feel he wasn't a magical human. She licked her lips once more, her mind focussed readily on the promise of blood. She could almost smell the metalic hint, almost taste the coppery tang. She clenched and released her fist and she finally let her head bow in an almost imperceptible nod.

"Aye, I'll follow you," she looked to the body that this creature owned and wondered if the cherry red substanced pumped through it's veins. She mentally slapped herself, this one promised to help her feed. This was the better way. Her rational mind argued many valid points, but her feral instinct was attempting to beat it down. The effect was a wild-eyed stare with her animalistic digits bared. "Is this prey close?" She twitched once more. She looked outward to the running child, she could smell the sweat wafting back on the wind. She could catch up with him easily, tear out his neck...drink of him. But ... no ... she was promised blood. She will hold out as long as she can. She didn't need an enemy with unknown abilities.

She stepped to the side of the creature. Her body willing to follow, she just needed to keep a tight grasp on her will.

[greyshadow04dna]

Moloch had been protecting the children at this park for quite sometime now, at least a month or so. He had spotted a human male stalking the children once a week from a distance. His face of lust and his mind so impure even hells stomach would have twisted at the thought. Demons were evil but each had their limits and this man had crossed Moloch's just by thinking in such a way. But one who preyed on others was one of great instinct, which Moloch was sure, would make him taste ever more satisfying to his new temporary companion.

He nodded at the creature "I have just the cure for you hunger my friend and he lies only a few blocks away." He motioned forward, quickening his steps, he could feel her mind weakening to the blood lust and he must quench her before he could actually make her understand the purpose to all this. She was something of the most polite even when he mind wilted in the face of her body. She would have made a great ally back in hell, her demeanor in the face of it all made her quite something. Moloch felt intrigued by her and led her to the house where her prey was.

He pointed at the deep green shack of house on the corner. If not for the lights no one would have believed you that someone lived there. "That's where he lives, a human male with much lust in his eyes for game of his own."

[ampedvamp]

Celeste made her way to the green shack. Her eyes looked back at Moloch, a brief smile crossed her face before she turned back and made her way to a window. She slipped in catlike, the wood creaking lightly at her touch. There was a single light within the dank gloom of the building. She followed her nose and the sounds to a room toward the back. She tried not to make any sounds as she stalked her prize. The floorboards creaked gently.

"Huh, wha?" the man's voice was gruff, underused. "Blasted old house..."

His pants were down to his ankles, he was staring at pictures. Sweat was beading at his forehead, he was making animal sounds of lust. He was preoccupied.

He was dead.

Celeste leaped onto his back, a startled gasp was the only thing that escaped the man's lips as she bit into his neck. His heart pumped the red juice rapidly, soft gurgles escaped his paling lips. She rode his body to the ground, her nails sinking into his shoulders. She hit the ground with a soft thud, the sticky substance splattered onto the ground.

His blood was disgusting, but it filled her. It cleared her mind. The heart stopped after a few more beats, she had to pull onto the last few drops she could get at. She was satiated. Her body tingled, it was warm. She blinked slowly a few times and remembered the figure that led her there. She needed to thank him. She turned for the door, licking the blood from her lips.

[greyshadow04dna]

Moloch had waited outside, there had been a bit of ruckus in the house but it had silenced now. Moloch had felt an odd disdain for the entire situation despite the necessity and just nature of it all. This was always something that he fought with but never a clear outcome. Silenced, dead, the air was quite dry and seemed to cake ones throat with dust causing a cough as a reaction to it all. Moloch loved humanity but the weakness of the body still bugged him.

He began to wonder just how many people he had saved tonight, how many would not be harmed or lusted after due to his quick thinking. Something to be proud of? No, not at all, a death like any other was still a death in his eyes and drove home that moral dilemma.

He cleared his mind and sat down quietly on the curb, pulling from his jacket a yo yo, he made use of it to help drown out the thoughts.

[ampedvamp]

Celeste walked outside to find Moloch playing with a yo-yo on the curb. She looked around the outside of the house and found a water spigot. She let the frigid water run over her hands and washed the blood from her face. She already made a poor first impression, there was no need to make an even worse second. She licked her teeth, the curse-given ones hidden once more, and ran a hand through her short hair. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. "Good evening, young sir." She said with a curtsy. "I thank you for leading me here, but I suspect we should start walking elsewhere."

She tilted her head, seeing that he wore a troubled expression. She did not quite know how to deal with such a situation, he may have been setting her up. She looked at the sky, 1202 AM. Dawn was in a few hours. "Good sir, I apologize for my earlier transgressions. I didn't even properly introduce myself. I am Celeste. Celeste Malum." She smiled at the creature in child's body. She felt rather awkward speaking to what essentially was a child.