Chapter 11: The Red Moon

As we strolled along, Viktor kept offering to carry me. I angrily declined, still mad at him for his latest mood swing. One minute, he was being sweet and opening up to me, and the next he was distant and shutting me out. What was his deal? He had already told me that we were a mistake and that we'd never sleep together again. All right then, leave me alone and stop pretending you care about me!

I was breathing heavily when we finally arrived at the Red Moon Club, my clothes soaked again from my sweat. Taking each step required an immense force of will, as I felt myself fading in energy with every passing moment.

The Red Moon Club was located in the heart of Babel's city, with a large sign indicating its existence along with a beautifully painted red moon hanging from the roof. The building was brightly lit and the muffled sounds of laughter and music came from the inside. The street was very busy, and all sorts of elegantly dressed-up vampire men and women surrounded it.

Viktor glanced at the massive vampire guarding the entrance, and caught his nod as he opened the door and stepped aside. Viktor placed a hand gently on my waist and pushed me ever so slightly, letting me inside first.

I couldn't help but gasp as I took in the inside of the club. My cheeks were flushed with heat. Everywhere I looked, bodies were intertwined as people kissed and touched one another, half-naked. They were frantically exploring each other's bodies, caressing and licking, many drinking blood in ecstasy. Near the entrance I spotted two vampires on top of a breasty woman, one of them sucking on her tits, the other one drinking from her, blood running down her neck, while she moaned and pleasured herself right there on the floor. Embarrassed, I tried to look away from the people and focused on the decor.

We were walking down a long hall, exquisitely furnished and decorated. The hall was dimly lit, with enchanting chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, giving the walls a crimson glow. There were several rooms with couches, cushions and low tables with candles and other objects on each side of the hall, guarded by rich velvet curtains instead of doors. The walls were covered in mirrors and erotic paintings depicting all sorts of decadent sex acts.

It was too hard to ignore the moans and groans that throbbed and pulsated in the background. The air was heavy with the aroma of blood and sex. I could feel my own groins getting wetter, my nipples tingling. There was fucking and sucking everywhere. Inside one of the rooms, one bulky vampire was fucking a screaming woman from behind in one of the many cushy chairs. Most people didn't care to close the bloody curtains.

We walked deeper and deeper into the space towards the door at the end of the hall, and I couldn't help but peek through the curtains as we hurried by. In one room, an orgy took place, and I could barely count the amount of bodies that pleasured one another. In another, two men were kissing, their fangs visible as they pressed against each other. In a third, a man was licking and sucking on a woman's neck, ready to pierce into her flesh.

I blushed furiously, adding onto my already reddened cheeks. It was all so… tantalising, like none of them cared about being watched. They sought pleasure, and that's what they were there to provide. I felt almost jealous, wanting to be able to freely seek my own pleasure as well. I almost slid my hand down my skirt. Part of me wanted to get out of there, but some other part wanted to rub my clit furiously right there in front of everyone and join one of the rooms full of writhing bodies. I pictured myself being licked by different people, being penetrated from behind at the same time that other man shoved his fat cock on my mouth.

I looked away from a group of three people having sex to see Viktor smiling, something I wasn't used to seeing very often. Was he making fun of me for being so scandalised? I slapped his arm gently, forcing him to look around to face me. "Is something the matter?" He teased me.

"Look at this place… this house of debauchery. A brothel, for goodness sakes! Where are we?" I had never seen a brothel in real life, let alone one with horny vampires!

"This is the Red Moon Club, of course," he replied, like it all made sense.

"You said it was a club, I didn't think it would be a sex club!"

"I must've forgotten to mention it…" He chuckled. "If you want, I can blindfold you, and I can guide you the rest of the way." I blushed furiously, even harder than before. I knew he wanted me to imagine myself at his mercy, tangled on the bed with my eyes blinded, unable to do anything but to accept pleasure from him. Being in this place was making my thoughts all jumbled, and all I wanted was him to be inside of me again. I could feel the blood pumping down to my groin, and my body begged me to touch myself. I wanted to hide in a corner and give myself orgasm after orgasm, then come back and get taken by Viktor once more. I shook all the thoughts away, knowing we had a mission, and I couldn't let myself get distracted, despite being around such gorgeous beings.

I tried to not look at anyone as we reached the door at the end of the long hall, where a vampire stood guard. Viktor whispered something to him and he nodded, indicating we followed him. We entered into a superbly ornate room with a desk, some books, a sofa, and a large curtain concealing a bed and a wardrobe. The vampire indicated that we waited on the sofa and so we did. I was incredibly nervous but there was nothing I could do except stay there with Viktor and try to get the sounds of moaning out of my head. My skin was burning up again, and this time the fever was accompanied not just by a sense of fatigue, but a sort of ravenous hunger, a thirst that I couldn't shake off.

I was about to inform Viktor when a woman came in, one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She had long, curly lavender-grey hair that was tied up in an ornate knot on top of her head, long lashes, thin lips, and a purple gown that flowed around her with a bird-like collar around her slender neck. She looked like she came from high society from the way she held herself, full of grace and confidence. We stood up at once. Her frown turned into a smile when she saw Viktor, and I felt a pang of jealousy when he greeted her with an equally wide smile.

"It's been too long, Viktor." She said, her voice as feathery as her disposition.

"I know, Baba, I know." He responded.

"You've been gone for ten years, abandoning us to go live among the humans, with nothing but a couple of letters to tell us of your whereabouts, and now you come with… Who's this?" She asked, now directing her attention at me.

"This is Lucy. My… wife." He said. I didn't like the way he said that, but I knew there was too much between us to explain to someone properly.

Baba approached me instantly, coming close to examine me. "You're absolutely beautiful, my dear. Viktor has always had good taste." She said, and pressed her hand against my cheek. "You're sweating… and your pupils are dilated. Oh Viktor, what have you done?" I could tell she was just as intelligent as Viktor had claimed.

"I had no other option. She was attacked, and if I hadn't intervened, she would've bled to death." He looked like a child being scolded, which would have been amusing under other circumstances.

"Fuck, Viktor. This is bad. Naran is going to kill you." Baba said. I was confused. What did this have to do with Naran?

"That's why she can't find out." Viktor said, looking as protective as he was when he fed me his blood.

"Well, I'm not going to tell her." Baba said jokingly, breaking the tension somewhat. "Does anyone else know? Did you stop anywhere along the way?"

"We were very careful." Viktor said. "I don't think anyone else knows." I wished I knew more of what was going on, but my head was feeling light again, like I would pass out at any moment.

"Good. She needs to feed, and soon…. Raoul! Raoul, come in!" Baba called out in a stern voice.

I turned around to see another mesmerising male vampire enter the room. He had light golden hair, so pale it almost looked white, very high cheekbones and a serious disposition. He wore an ornate-looking suit, something that seemed incredibly fitting for him. He reached around Viktor and I, paying us no attention and immediately going to Baba. He placed a kiss on her lips then caressed her face, saying, "As-tu appelé pour moi, mon chérie?" in the most melodic voice I had ever heard. He looked around then, finally acknowledging the two of us.

His face dropped as soon as he saw Viktor, then his surprise quickly turned into joy. "Viktor! My dearest friend, how are you? It's been ages…" Viktor didn't seem to respond fast enough, because Raoul took a few steps towards him and hugged him, holding him tight. I gasped at that, not believing anyone could have the audacity to hug Viktor in such a way. I was equally shocked to find Viktor hugging him back, with the two of them bursting out in laughter at the same time. It was bewildering… knowing that my husband had friends, he just didn't seem like the type to keep close company like this.

They let each other go, and Baba began explaining the situation to Raoul, her voice hushed and serious. "Bring a few men for Lucy, my dear. Let her pick who she wants." Raoul nodded, leaving the room as quickly as he came in. "You'll see. Raoul has excellent taste."

"Are these… are these men for me to feed off of?" I asked hesitantly. I was ravenous, but I really didn't want to have to do this. "It doesn't feel right to do something like this."

Baba seemed to know exactly what I was going through. She grabbed my hand and sat down next to me, giving me a grave look as she said, "If you don't feed, you'll die very soon. The fever will consume you, and at this rate you'll be dead within half a day. Either you feed, or you die."

"Can't I… can't I consume blood from someone who's already dead? Or maybe drink blood from a glass?" It didn't sound as appetising, but at least it wouldn't be a real, hurting human.

Baba shook her head. "Other vampires have tried going on second-rate blood, but they end up malnourished and eventually die as well. You need living, breathing, human blood. Nothing else will do."

Raoul came back at once with three beautiful men, all with chiselled torsos and masculine bodies, and all completely naked. I gasped, and tried to look anywhere except at their members. One winked at me, and I blushed, looking down at my hands.