Chapter 1 : The Red Moon

Chapter 1

High up the sky hanged the lonely moon. It was red.

Daniel, with a sigh, looked away from the depressing sight. He flicked away the spent cigarette and stepped into the noisy clubhouse.

Looking around, Daniel managed to steal a quiet spot at one corner and started to observe the crowd. Clubbers shaking to the blaring music. Smoke filled the room. Neon lights flashing until one can feel a bit dizzy. He could spot two men trying to take advantage of a woman who was left wasted after countless rounds of vodka. He wondered why there were people who actually enjoyed being in such a lousy and dangerous environment.

Someone caught his attention. He returned the gaze. Four tables away from him, there was this hot woman eyeing him lustfully. Clad in a leather top and mini-skirt, her full figure threatened to spill over. Daniel continued to keep their eye contacts, scrutinising the woman from top to bottom. A drunkard man trying to make his move on her, but she pushed him away.

With a weary smile, Daniel got up from his seat and moved towards the hot babe. A blonde, long legs and vampish looks, this woman could fell any guys she want, Daniel thought. You are mine now.

Not bothering to sit down, Daniel glanced at her and said:"What do you want?" Letting out a chilling laugh, she hissed:"I want you at the man's washroom now..." With that she got up and swayed her way through the crowd. Good. Very good.

Daniel closed the door silently. The washroom was empty. Except at the last cubicle. He could hear a low mourn as he walked closer towards it. Face to face was the woman in a come-get-me pose. Very tempting. Seeing that he was just standing there motionlessly, she lurged forward, grabbed him and started to lick him all over. Finished? Now is my turn. With a smile, Daniel flunged the woman against the wall. The woman was angry now and snarled at him. With a swift movement, Daniel took out his pistol and sent a silver bullet to her forehead. One down, many more to go.

Daniel walked out of the washroom as if nothing happen. At the position where he had shot the woman layed a heap of ashes.

Once outside the clubhouse, Daniel looked up to the moon again. Still red. Taking a deep breathe, he slipped into the shadow of darkness.