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The moonlight was bright out tonight; a full moon. A blood moon. That’s what they needed … these blood rituals weren’t really usual in the Rasmus clan, but the elders and one woman were to perform it. The woman had to be strong blooded for the ritual to work at all. It was only to keep the coven strong when there was a shortage of blood.
This time, a woman of historical, important lineage, stood in the center of a circle dug out of the ground, a larger circle around it. On the outer circle, stood the seven elders of the clan, in perfect spacing apart from one another, watching the maiden in the middle.
The woman was naked, bared and unscathed. Her battle scars twinkled like the silver of spider webs in the moonlight. She was tall and beautiful, her hair an assortment of fiery red curls that hung around her slim face. She was thin, and had a body only a vampire could have. Her arms her by her sides, her face pointed up toward the sky, her long slim nose angling upward a bit. He r breasts fell down, not sagging, but in a natural, still perky way. The skin that covered her body was still smooth, like a blended diamonds, and looked as though it was weaved from the finest silks. The small of her back was ever so slightly arched, and the curve of her breasts and hips fell in perfect proportion.
Eyes closed, she stood still and pristine, her body unmoving all save her breathing, her shoulders moving up and down with every inhale and exhale. The back of her eyelids showed a simple color, pale lavender, the moonlight bringing out the highest amount of color her snow white skin had.
The clouds were covering up the moon now, and the low rumble of the ancient’s voices rang out over the still air. Their eyes were all locked on the curvaceous vixen they’d use as a blood source as they spoke in the old language.
“The silver gleam shall not effect our lifeline, as the blood of the Valentine arm will save our clan, protect the length of our equivalence with the time of our ancestors. Bring forth the returning power of the Rasmus, and allow us to bear the strength to evaluate the bloodline in a manner most efficient.”
The voices of all chanted at once, the low tenors and bass’ of the elders’ voices rung out, louder and clearer than before.
Still, she stood, in absolute silence, there was an odd feel in the air, the feeling of electricity that brushed against the limbs, leaving tingling sensations in their fingertips, trembling of the arms and spine, urging the elders with new sensations. It was unlike the usual thirst of a vampire; stronger and heavier.
The feeling of bloodlust, restrained to only this woman, to the beauty before them. The naturally colored eyes of the now-ravenous men in the clearing were now red, bloodlust in effect and attention locked on her, though none of them dared to move. It was the strength of the elders’ sanity and self control that allowed them to perform the ritual. Any other vampire, even from Rasmus, wouldn’t be able to stay in control, especially with this thirst.
The clouds were still in front of the moon, but were thinning fast, and soon they were separated.
They had one intention, and one alone; to shed the blood of the young, respected woman standing in the center circle. The group of men honed in now, their only want that of her blood and soul.
With gleaming, snapping teeth, they all came at her at once. She didn’t move, daring not to break the flow. Not so much as a flinch passed through her system as the fourteen sets of fangs sand into her smooth flesh. Her inner arms, her wrists, one on her neck, another on her chest, and one more on her torso. Gripping, tearing fingers groped at the flesh around the wounded areas as the men drank from their “Sacrifice.’
She could feel the power of the ancestors, the ancients, coursing through her veins. Her breathing picked up and as they all released her, blood and saliva dropped off their fangs. Now, the reaction began.
Her body was trembling now, eyes still closed, seven shredded wounds on her bared frame bleeding. But the blood wasn’t red. It was a seeping golden. A brilliant red light beamed down on her form apparently from the moon, and at the same time her eyes snapped open, lips parted and a blood curdling, finalizing scream fell from her lips.