Blood on the Moon

The familiar click of her shoes on the stairs as she headed to the lobby sounded exceptionally loud to her own ears. As her foot hit the last step and onto carpet her footfalls were muffled. She smiled and said good night to the security guard as she passed the desk. 

Without thinking she slid the key card over the electronic scanner like she did every night, her thoughts turning elsewhere as she walked towards the door out. She could already feel the full moon before she stepped out the double glass doors. There was the glowing orb illuminating the clouds as the wind blew them lazily by. There was a ring around the moon... a red one.

“Blood on the moon tonight” she whispered to herself as she passed by the flourishing monkey grass reaching out to run her hand through blades absentmindedly “That's an interesting omen.”.

The parking lot had been more full than normal when she had come in earlier so it was a long walk out to her car. Even with the lights and knowing the security cameras were working it was still abit eerie. Click, click, click. Again the sound of her shoes on the pavement seemed too loud. She kept her head up and reached inside her bag, bringing the mace gun into her right hand. Finger on the trigger, ready to aim and squeeze. She could see her car now... just past the white panel van.

“Great, a panel van, like that's not creepy” She thought with dark sarcasm.

Click, click, click. Her footfalls ringing dully in her ears. She kept her pace steady and senses alert. There in front of her loomed the panel van. Definitely creepy. Something about the no windows and cargo netting between the front seats and rear just seemed to make them sinister in nature. It just seemed to loom there like a ghost in the night. Without thinking she stepped closer to the dumpsters.

“I wonder if the guard can see me here” she thought as she shook her head and slipped past the van and dumpsters.

A distant scream pierced the air. Her heart lept unexpectedly as her stomach clinched tightly.

“Okay that was fucked up timing” she muttered to herself as she hit the unlock button on her key chain.

A shadow? What was that she saw? She paused. Shaking her head she steps to her car.

“SHADOW!” her brain screamed as she slipped into the car.

Something was wrong. She pulled the door close and hit the lock button. Something was very wrong. She turns and sees the movement in the backseat. Her heart leaps again as hands reach for her.

Another muffled scream pierces the air followed by the sharply metallic and warm smell of crimson flowing. Dead silence, then a soft sigh sound that turns into a whoosh like the moon is taking a deep breath, sucking in the air all all around. A loud wet sounding pop shatters the deafening quiet. Suddenly the air flows back into the world, the moon exhaling in relief.

A wickedly evil fanged grin flashes in the rear view mirror as the Khornate Daemonette adjusts her seat and situates herself in the car. Her cat like slanted eyes catches her reflection. She grins again and runs her long reptilian like tongue over the viciously sharp teeth. Licking the bright red droplets off her lips and teeth she admires herself... her true self.

“Stupid fucking morons” she says under her breath “they make the blood sacrifices so easy”.

With a few soft words sounding like a sigh her serrated claw like hands reshapes into the 5 digit appendage as she returns to the guise of her human shell.

“...the blood will flow...”