Blood Moon (Vampire Vigilante Book 1) by Nazri Noor

Author:Nazri Noor [Noor, Nazri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

18

The road down to the Silveropolis graveyard was as treelined and nondescript as every other. I wish I could say that there was something foreboding about entering its limits, about passing the wrought iron gates, but I’m a vampire. Graveyards were places of comfort to us. Some of us slept in them. Some of us used them for cute selfies. Don’t judge.

“I don’t like this,” I said. “If the Lorica’s in on this too, then it must be something big. Something’s brewing in Silveropolis.”

“Agreed,” Asher said. “And how did Bastion know about the blood moon already?”

Gil grunted. “Say what you will about Sebastion, but he’s not the type to blend in with the locals. One of the Lorica’s Mouths probably briefed him about it.”

“So there’s Lorica mages embedded in town, too?” I sighed, resting my hand in my chin as I stared out the window. “This just went from bad to worse. I really need that stupid Masque.”

The car rolled to a stop, then went still as Gil shut off the engine. “Then we’d better get moving. I don’t know why everyone needs this stupid Masque, but if it makes you happy, Asher and I will help you find the damn thing.”

I got out first, waiting for the boys to get out on the driver’s side, then slinging my arms across their shoulders.

“You guys are my best friends. You know that, right?”

Gil snorted. “I know that you’ll pitch a fit if we don’t help out, that’s for sure.”

Asher shrugged. “I’m curious about the Filigreed Masque, too. It’s not my problem if the vampire courts swoop down on you for failing to find it, but I guess it’s nice to feel like I’m helping. It’s like charity.”

They both grunted when I squeezed them tighter, a hearty hug, but also a gentle reminder that I could splinter their bones into tiny pieces. “My bestest friends. Bosom buddies. Let’s get going.”

There was no gate to jump, no real barrier to entry. The only cemetery in Silveropolis probably didn’t have a grave-robbing problem, and so was freely left open to the visiting public. It was a small town. Everyone knew each other. Nobody’s going in to deface your grandma’s headstone because they probably grew up a couple of houses away themselves.

It was quiet, in short, chilly, and perfectly still, apart from the wavering of untended blades of grass in the wind, the streaming of silver clouds across a bright moon. There was something so serene and sacred about cemeteries. Beautiful, even. Picturesque.

I pulled out my phone, turning on the camera. Gil swatted at my hand.

“This is no time to be taking selfies, Sterling. Have some respect for the dead.”

“Hey. I respect them a lot, okay? I like commemorating my visits. Doesn’t mean I don’t think that life is precious. Pssh.”

I took a couple of quick snaps – weathered stone slabs, the gleam of moonlight on a tree’s leaves – then stuffed my phone back in my pocket. I kicked at a pebble on the ground, lingering, letting Asher and Gil walk ahead of me.

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