A Crescent Harvest Moon

Chapter One - Sowing

     A blur, a haze like dream her eyes open wide, the pupils nearly consuming them. A hunger, no, a thirst that drove her crazy. The smell, a perfume of gluttony which made her rise. A silver bowl filled with a liquid life that she rushed to. A quenching that left a red stain and a sliver of a smirk across her face.

     Abriel awoke from her dream and was greeted by pitch black. Her hand lifted to in front of her but then was obstructed by the wooden lid. With a little force the lid lifted into the dim glow of a nightlight, revealing her pale skin. As she rose, her hair, a bright orange, brought color to the lifeless room. Stepping out of the wooden box she was in, she headed to the bathroom, her bare body contrasting the background. Flipping on the light, she only sighed as she saw the state of here eyes. She turned off the light and headed over to a dresser next to the bed, which at the foot was the wooden box, which she pulled out white undergarments, black undershorts, black knee high stockings with white lace garters, a short black skirt, a cropped white tube top with a single layer of ruffle at the top, and a short black stays with decorative lapel. She liked this out fit, but the lack of coverage around the waist and thighs caused issues every now and then. She headed to the door once dressed and slipped on some black loafers. The hall out side her apartment was clean as it always was. As she headed outside she pulled out and slipped on some sunglasses, her eyes were not in good shape to be seen by the public. She enjoyed walking down the dark streets though, and soon enough she arrived at the hospital for a quick "check up" from a doctor she knew. As she walked in a slightly heavy nurse behind the counter greeted her.

     "Abriel, how are you?" the nurse asked.

     "I'm doing alright, Jane, what about you?" Abriel said, her voice smooth, as she got to the counter.

     "Oh, you know how it is with me, the little ones wont ever let me have any down time, but they are to precious to get angry at" Jane replied with a small chuckle, "Anyways, you can head back to George's office. He's all ready for you."

     "Thank you," Abriel said as she headed down a hallway.

     About half way down she entered the office of George G. Rolands where she found George prepping her treatment.

     "Ah! Abriel, just in time, you're always so timely" He said in a hefty voice.

     Abriel closed the door behind her and took a seat on the paper sheet covered bed, "How have you been George?"

     "Well enough, but I did hear something you should know... But first, let me see," he replied.

     Abriel took off her sunglasses revealing her overly dilated pupils. George kept himself composed though the sight always puts him on edge.

     "It's bad today..." He said turning to the counter and grabbing the IV bag of blood. He gave it to her with a unique metal straw to pierce the bag.

     "I want you in here for another treatment tomorrow," he said as she started drinking quickly.

     After a moment, and depleting the bag, she nodded.

     "Now then, to the bad news," he started, "We had two patients come in last week with bites and a good deal of blood loss. Any of your "family" get careless recently?"

     "It's disturbing indeed. Only Pierre is in the city at the moment, and he doesnt leave them living. Any signs of metamorphosis?"

     "No, but the case is odd. Why would normal humans drink before converting?"

     "I don't know, maybe its just some stupid kids," she said standing up.

     "Thats a possibility, but just to be safe, watch yourself out there."

     Abriel gave a small smile, and kissed George on the cheek, "Thank you, I will," and she left.