Terror Moon

A quiet man, handsome in a rugged way, with longish dark hair like a raven’s wing, eyes dark with a fire within, sat in the corner table observing the comings and goings around him. The inn keeper glanced towards the table noticing the man for the first time. He hurried towards the table wondering how long the man had been there and also remembering when he had last browsed the inn a few minutes beforehand that he had not noticed the man sitting there. Thus satisfied that he had not shirked his duties and arriving at the table he cut short his ponderings.

“May I help you?” asked the inn keeper. The man looked up from his study of the room and answered “Perhaps.” The look in the stranger’s eyes had the innkeeper starting to fidget. As the man paused before continuing the innkeeper took notice of how the man dressed and his general appearance. He noted that the man was tall and very muscular arms and frame wearing jeans and an open front shirt showing off ripples of muscles and heavy boots upon his feet. He jumped as he was so wrapped up in his thoughts, when the man began to speak again. “Do you have a meal and bed I could get for a few days?” the man said in a deep base voice just above a whisper.

The inn keeper hesitated a minute and then answered, “Yes we have a stew and a room, the stew is a $1.00 and the room is $50.00.” The man says “Give me the stew and the room and let me know if anyone comes looking for me, I am meeting someone here.”
The inn keeper replies, “Okay, but I don’t know what name you go by.” “Big Chief Yellow Jacket” replies the man, “My name is Big Chief Yellow Jacket.” The innkeeper drew in a quick inhalation of breath. He had heard of Big Chief Yellow Jacket’s reputation, a reputation that included murder.

Granted this was a man who only committed these murders as a have to measure. You see he was apart of an elite force called “The Restorers”. They kept the peace on a select part of the world named “Lexor Terran.” The select part that he kept peace on was Terror Moon a place where lawlessness ran ramped and people were always afraid. Devils, demons, vampyres, werewolves and humans or all repute lived on Terror Moon. Big Chief Yellow Jacket was a quiet and seemingly peaceful man, but when pushed or threatened he was a force to be reckoned with.

The innkeeper was startled out of his reverie by the man’s question, “May I have a double helping of your stew and how soon shall the room be ready? Also do you allow visitors to retire to their rooms and eat there? ,” asked Big Chief Yellow Jacket. “Why yes” replied the innkeeper, “right this way.” Up the stairs were several rooms that lined the well lit hallway. “They are all empty right now until next week when the humans come to bring in what harvest they can retain.”


The innkeeper volunteered. Still Big Chief Yellow Jacket said nothing, just continued his appraisal of the hallway and rooms. The innkeeper began to feel a bit nervous with this
Whole arrangement but a deal was a deal and he wasn’t the kind of being to go back on a deal. “That one,” Big Chief Yellow Jacket pointed to a room about two doors from the stairs, “I’ll take that one.” “There should be fresh linens and towels in the room if not let me know. I will get them for you right away sir.” says the innkeeper. “Very well,” moving towards the room as Big Chief Yellow Jacket spoke. He opened the door to the room he had chosen and looked around. Upon first glance it appeared to be an ordinary room with a bed and not much else. “Is everything to your liking?” The innkeeper enquired. “Yeah fine,” Big Chief Yellow Jacket replied, “Thank you.”

Big Chief Yellow Jacket went inside and shut the door glad to be away from the fear and nervousness in the innkeeper’s eyes and actions. After the door was completely shut he took a closer look at the room. Upon surveillance he discovered it was quite a comfortable and well kept room, the bed was made with clean and fresh linens. There were fresh white towels next to a wash basin and fresh clean water in the pitcher. As he turned to survey the rest of the room his eyes widened in surprise because there before him was a portrait of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. At first glance the woman in the portrait appeared to be of royal lineage. She had startling violet eyes, the purest white teeth what little showed, lips curled into a bow with the most becoming color of pink, skin so light it was almost ivory, and her hair was coal black with a slight curl to it. She was lovely indeed.

He went closer to the portrait to make a closer inspection of the painting. This is when he was the light point to her ears which spoke of an elves heritage. He also noticed an incredible sadness to her beautiful violet eyes and how the slight smile did not show any joy. Wondering what could of have caused the sadness, he continued to gaze at the portrait. Who is she he wondered or rather who she had been he figured would be more like it.
Shaking off his ponderances he turned towards the only other piece of furniture besides a chair, the bed, and that which was a dresser and laid his belongings on it. A knock sounded upon the door that interrupted both his thoughts and his actions. Slowly he made his way across the room to the door and opened it. What he saw rocked him back on his heels for before him was the woman in the portrait only much lovelier in person. The sadness was still present within those lovely violet eyes only it seemed deeper then in the portrait as if this young woman had seen a lifetime unfold before her.


“Your stew sir”, says the woman. Shaken out of his reverie he looked fully into those beautiful eyes. “Thank you please set it on the dresser, “replies Big Chief Yellow Jacket. “Aye sir,” she replies. Big Chief continued his appraisal of the young woman. He noticed some differences, she seemed younger then the woman in the portrait and while the eyes were similar in color and the depth of sadness, the shape was different, more the appearance of a slight slant, giving them a doe eyed look, the nose slightly upturned on the girl was straight in the portrait, the lips that curved in the portrait with the appearance of a bow shape was more of a curve on the girl, as with the hair both had straight shinny beautiful waist length hair but the girls was more of a chestnut color and the woman’s was black as a ravens wing.

All through his appraisal of her, the young woman remained motionless. Waiting for the man to ask the usual questions she became nervous as minutes passed by and still he said nothing, did not ask the questions she had expected to be asked, as so many before him had done. Still she waited and when the silence became unbearable she said “I suppose you are wondering what my relationship to her is,” pointing at the portrait asked the young woman. He looked at her a few more minutes formulating his reply, “I thought perhaps she was an aunt or a sister because of the similar appearance” replied Big Chief Yellow Jacket. Startled the young woman’s head jerked up as all before him had said that she looked like mother and daughter of whom they were and for the first time she noticed the lean muscular man before her although before when she had brought in his stew was just a passing glance not much else.

The young woman took a few minutes letting the silence build between them more to see the reaction of the man to the silence then formulating an answer. After the silence had stretched to almost ten minutes and the man still did not move, he just silently waited. She became fidgety, finally she began “That is my mother,” the young woman replied, “About ten years ago on a night with no moon she disappeared leaving behind only me. My father said that I was the spitting image and he hung the only picture he had of her in this very room. Every once in a while someone comes along whom my father for reasons I don’t understand deems them special in some way or another and he puts them here knowing that they will ask and I am the one who is suppose to judge their reactions. Now if there is any thing else please let me know for I must go. Turning to leave the room she took one last glance back at the painting and leaves the room closing the door quietly. Big Chief Yellow Jacked stood looking at the door in a way that told one nothing of what he was thinking. He then turned and went and lay on the bed closing his eyes and drifting into a light sleep.


Chapter 2

She came down the stairs to the main room of the inn and walked over to her father. “Shadow my dear, what do you think or our guest?” says Orc the innkeeper and Shadow’s father. “I don’t know father this one is unreadable.” Shadow replied. “He seems to be a hard and cold man but I sense a deeper part of him that is kind a gentle as well. There seems to be a history here one that is aching to be told.” Her father looked at her quizzically wondering what it could be that she was speaking of, “Daughter what is it you think it might be?” “I think he may have been hurt at some time or another father” says Shadow, “ Perhaps by a woman or maybe a child either way he has become passionless, why father did you place him in that room?” “Child you know that it was your mothers room and that I place only our very special guests in there as it is a room of magic and it brings what they are to the surface as with this guest and what you saw my dear in him.” Orc says.

“How is he going to help us, Papa?” says Shadow. “We have so much that is going to happen when the humans come and we refuse them here. Since we will also have an inn full of vampyres as well and they will want to feed from the humans, won’t this cause trouble that he will eradicate? Trouble we want nothing to do with, Papa.” Orc looked at his daughter with a slight scowl and says, “Daughter, it isn’t for us to question only do what we have been instructed to do by Dark the king of the vampyres. We must do as he says or we all are doomed to a death more eternal then hell itself.” Shadow stood there staring into the fire which looked like to her pictures of dying men and women all from the vampyres hands. But then the scene changed and it was vampyres versus lycans and lycans versus humans a great and bloody mess. In this whole chaotic scene was on man the man from the room upstairs and he was protecting the inn and the girl and her father.

“What do you see girl?” says Orc to his daughter. “I see chaos father much chaos lycans fighting humans, vampyres fighting lycans and scenes of men and women being murdered by vampyres. And in this all we are protected by the man upstairs. We and this inn are under his protection even if he doesn’t want to this is his destiny.” Just then some more people came in. A man with dark curly hair, of slight build who’s clothing hung from his frame as if he had started out as a larger man but had shrunk due to some tragedy. The next was a woman of great beauty and grace, hair to her hips and the brightest of gold in color, she was wearing a graceful green dress with a corset of blackest night. The third was a woman dressed in men’s clothing of britches of denim, a shirt that was flannel and plaid in color and instead of normal shoes she wore a type of boot one that appeared to be an army boot. They went to a table and sat down talking quietly amongst themselves and hushed as the innkeeper approached their table.

As he approached he noticed that the women were taunt and lean and the man was muscular and tall. “Is there something you desired “the innkeeper says. “I am Orc and am the owner of this establishment. May I obtain you something to eat, drink or a room?” He stands and waits for the three to answer his question. While he is waiting


The three look to each other with unspoken words just a look one that the innkeeper could not interpret. They then looked up at the innkeeper and the man said “We would like something to eat what would you recommend and something to drink perhaps hot coffee if you have it. Also we are looking for a man by the name of Big Chief Yellow Jacket has he been here?” The innkeeper looked a bit startled and said “Yes he is here and I can take you to him after your meal if you would like or I could ask him to come to you which would you prefer?” The three again used that speaking look between them and said “Perhaps you could ask him to join us?” “I will ask him” Orc says before turning to leave the room he says over his shoulder “your food will be out shortly and will this be all that you require?” “Yes you could give us a room” the man said. “Very good “says Orc and calls one of the serving wenches to go and prepare a room for these people.

Orc leaves the table with a bow and goes to make sure the serving wench gets the three a stew and a drink of their choice. Once this is done he goes and makes sure the rooms are prepared and ready for the guests. From there he goes and knocks on the door of Big Chief Yellow Jacket and waits for him to answer so that he can tell him the three had arrived. Not being sure if these were the people that he was looking for. Orc stands and waits for the man to answer his door and after waiting several minutes he knocks once again. Finally hearing movement inside he anticipates the opening of the door. When the door finally does open and Big Chief Yellow Jacket is standing in front of him the innkeeper becomes tongue tied but finally manages to spit out that there were three people below in the dining area that seemed to be looking for someone and he thought perhaps they were looking for Big Chief Yellow Jacket. “The people below are three and they are 2 women and a man.” Says the innkeeper “Is there anything you would like me to do?” “Yes take me to them” Big Chief Yellow Jacket replies.



Chapter 3

Meanwhile in the inn below the three sit and talk quietly amongst themselves about the upcoming battle between the humans and the vampyres and lycans. The waitress brings them their meal and sets it before them. “Thank you” says the three in unison.
They then started talking amongst themselves the man saying to his two companions “Do you think that he will meet with us? After the way we left things the last time we were together.” The beautiful woman looked at the man and nodded saying “I think he might after all this benefits us all and he isn’t one to hold a grudge despite his gruff exterior.”