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Red Moon

Chapter 2

Trevor laughed at one bad joke after another, the vodka that he been drinking for hours on end had all but taken away his ability to reason. At first he had been skeptical about hanging out with the random nice Russian, Dmitri after dropping his luggage off at the hotel. The man was nice, but he was still a stranger. Now that he had spent some time with him, he had taken a strong liking to the man who was now acting sort of like a tour guide for him. They had walked around the historic center of Moscow and Trevor listened attentively while the entire history of the city was told. He tried to listen anyways. Half the time his eyes were on the verge of closing, the result of being awake for just under 48 hours straight and yet he somehow fought of the urge to call it a day and go to sleep. He was just having too much fun to go to bed.

Now he was fulfilling his promise to get the man dinner. They had stopped at a small family owned business that served authentic Russian cuisine. The wife of the owner, a burly lady with a smile to die for took their orders and left the two with more than enough vodka to ensure they would stay for a long time and of course, spend a lot.

Trevor had let Dmitri do all of the ordering since the waitress didn't understand English. He just looked on with a drunken grin and Dmitri ordered nearly $100 dollars' worth of food along with more vodka. Trevor's gaze roamed all over the man's body, his attraction slowly increasing with his blood-alcohol-level. He like how he walked with an air of confidence and even under all of the layers of clothing, he could tell that Dmitri had a well-muscled body.

Dmitri on the other hand was fighting the urge to give in to his beasty desire to feast on raw flesh. Hunting man in an urban environment was tricky business. He needed to get Trevor where no one would see and there wouldn't be much of a mess. He hated it when he came to only to find a gory scene, it was a failure in himself, his attempts to fit into the world of men, though sometimes it was necessary. People disappeared in the capitol all of the time which made it ideal. The local mobs were always vying for power and if a single tourist disappeared, the heat from the politics would die down fast as the mobs would be blamed. He just needed to hold on a bit longer. He hadn't failed to notice how the man was eyeing him whenever he looked away. It was all in the bag now.

The waitress soon came back with their large order and expertly placed the plates of food between the two hungry men. Dmitri couldn't do much with cooked foods, but it would be enough to last him the few more hours it would take to get Trevor to his hotel room. The thought of killing him right there when Trevor first dropped off his luggage had come to mind, but it was too soon that someone would notice. That was why he took him around town to sight see, there would be witnesses that would tell authorities that he was seen wandering around the city.

Trevor picked up his spoon with wobbly fingers, his depth perception less than lacking and managed to get it into a bowl of a type of potato stew. "This is great." He chuckled and took his first sip of the frothy soup. He loved it all, the smells of the food were wafting into his nose, begging to be eaten. His stomach growled now that the first bits of food were going into it, it wanted more.

"Russia isn't just vodka, we have many great things to enjoy." Dmitri watched the man intently as he sampled each dish.

"Yessirree." He hiccupped, covering his mouth with a paper napkin to stop the small bit of fish he still had in his mouth from flying out. "It's all.." He frowned, trying to remember what he was going to say. "All so good." Good enough, he shrugged and went back to the potato soup.

Dmitri's stomach let out a roar which caused Trevor to nearly burst out laughing. "Sorry, I haven't eaten in a while."

"Then eat." Trevor flung his arms out wide. "I said I would buy." Technically he didn't. He had agreed to get dinner.

Not wanting to seem out of place to the man who had little chance of getting away now, Dmitri slowly ate. He chose the meats since his digestive system could get a little bit out of it, even when it was cooked. It did a little, filling his stomach and temporarily pushing back more primal thoughts.

The food slowly disappeared over the course of two hours and two more bottles of vodka that left Trevor dangerously close to passing out which was what Dmitri wanted. Drunk prey was less likely to fight back which would help for a clean kill. He wanted it to be fast and painless like how he would do it when he hunted a deer. Quick, painless, he thought the words as Trevor paid the bill with a credit card, not even caring to look at the bill. He was in bliss, the past few hours had been the best in his life.

"Let's get you to your hotel." Dmitri got up once the extremely happy cashier walked away and took one of Trevor's arms. The man barely weighed anything to Dmitri, he fought Eurasian bears before, the drunk was no problem to heave up off of his seat and help him walk.

"You have been the best." Trevor prodded Dmitri in the chest with a finger as they went out the front door right into a snow storm. With the wind hitting him in the face, he used his arm that wasn't thrown over Dmitri's shoulder to cover his face. "The weather however hasn't." He shivered, he had a larger coat on now, a thick wool coat that he had bought brand new just for the trip. It was still not enough to properly protect him from the subzero temperatures that were battering the two as they hobbled down the lit streets of Moscow towards the hotel that was barely visible through the falling snow.

Dmitri looked around. There was no one in sight, everyone had gone indoors for the night. They were in-between light posts, the small area that was now entirely invisible to any prying eyes due to the whiteout like conditions that was slowly getting worse. Anyone who watched the weather channel that day would know that nearly a meter of snow was expected that night. It was the perfect night for a hunt, the prey would never expect him and would never see him except his prey was right there next to him now.

"Everyone said coming here was a bad idea." Trevor managed to say in a surprisingly sober way. "They said that Russia was dangerous, that I should have gone to France or Italy or some "friendlier" country like that." They stopped and Dmitri turned to the man with his back to the wind to shelter them both. He looked down with his eyes that if looked at closely were glowing slightly.

"Go on." Dmitri insisted thinking to himself that these were going to be the man's last words.

"I just." Trevor bit his lower lip, the sober moment of clarity slipping. "I just want to thank you for proving them wrong." He moved closer, not caring about any possible consequences and hugged his friend who he had just met that afternoon. He was shorter than Dmitri, the crown of his head only coming up the bottom of the bearded chin. "You made this trip so much better."

Dmitri put a hand on the man's shoulder. All he needed to do was move it to his neck and squeeze. It would be quick and painless, no sound, no suffering. Trevor's last thoughts would be happy at least, not many got to have that privilege when at the mercy of a werewolf.

Quick and painless. The words just echoed through his head, it was a sort of creed, a mark of a good hunter, but a hunter also didn't kill when it wasn't need. He couldn't bring himself to kill the man. Trevor hardly deserved to die, he was just another person who had come to live life how it was supposed to be lived. There were others, plenty of others in the city who he could have easily substituted for Trevor. His hungry mind had made it impossible to realize the simple truth. No, Trevor would wake up in the morning in his bed with the worst hangover in his life, but without regrets

Moving his hand down to the man who was still hugging him, he returned the hug. "No problem comrade Trevor." He then realized that Trevor was leaning on him entirely. He had passed out from both a mixture of exhaustion, drunkenness and the feeling of holding onto a strong support that was Dimitri. He had drifted off in bliss almost right after he had hugged the man, entirely unaware that his last few words had saved his life.

The next day Trevor did wake up in his bed with the worst headache of his life. He was laying in his bed in nothing but boxers with the blankets draped over him. The act of sitting up brought waves of nausea and pain to his head. He looked around his hotel room which was a typical room that one would expect for $136 a night. Two beds and a bathroom combo. There was a glass of water on his nightstand with an Alka-Seltzer waiting for him within reach.

Groaning, he tore open the package and dropped the tablet into the water before drinking it all down. The benefits would take time to take effect so in the meantime Trevor fumbled with the remote to the television, the controls being in a mixture of Russian and English. He eventually got to the news channel were he hoped to catch the local weather to avoid another snow storm. He didn't remember much from the previous night other than it was a blast and that he had passed out in in Dmitri's arms. The image of the man brought some color to his pale cheeks.

The weather wasn't showing at the time, but images of police did. Interested in knowing what was going on in the city which he planned to go exploring once his headache went away, he turned on the subtitles.

"Last night." The black text appeared as a rather attractive woman in red clothes spoke quickly in her own native tongue. "Bodies of several known drug dealers for a local gang were found. Their bodies had been mutilated and we are being told that it appears they had been killed by a large feral animal." Photos of the men when they were still alive came up along with their names. The names meant nothing to Trevor, but he was slightly afraid since he had been out with Dmitri last night when there was a wild animal running around killing several people at a time.

"Their bodies show signs that they had been partially consumed which had gotten the attention of the Kremlin." The camera crew at the scene zoomed in past the police line on bloody tracks that left the scene, they were canine tracks but were closer to the size of a bear. "Police are advising that people avoid the streets at night until the animal is caught and killed."

The screen went dark as Trevor hit the power button on the remote, not really caring about the weather. He found his pair of pants that were discarded on the floor, at the base of the bed he had slept on and put them on. He began to walk over to the window where a few rays of light were shining in, but stopped when he notice the other bed. There was a large bulge under the sheets and a tail sticking out from under them, lying limply off the side of the bed.