Moira stood at the front gates, her cloak fluttering behind her glorious naked form. Her hood fell back, freeing her hair, letting the long black mane flutter in the wind.
She could sense the passion, the heat that the house gave off. She would let them have their fun for now, but once the clock struck midnight she had her followers would strike.
"What are you going to do to them?" A male voice emanated from the shadows.
"Brian, what are you doing out here?" She turned, seeing only Brian’s silhoutte. "You know you can show yourself to me."
"I would rather not." He didn’t move. "What are you going to do to them?"
She smiled, her red lips glittering in the moonlight. "I’m going to do what I have to. I have to protect the society. You know that." She walked towards him, her hand moving up to stroke his cheek.
He pulled away.
"Julie will understand when she sees you. Just as your mother did." Moira closed her cloak, pulling up her hood. "Your mother’s sacrifice was a noble one. I hope your sister’s will be as well."
"Leave Julie alone." Brian lunged at her, but before he could touch her, she was gone.
The moonlight fell on his arm, a mess of silver and flesh. His hand resembled a gargoyles claw, all twisted metal and sharp edges.
He pulled his arm back, holding it against his chest.
His eyes fell on the house, taking only a brief mental picture before running into the thick forest that surrounded the estate.
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