Glow Of Moon Or A Lake Of Blood?

In his mind, Lord Gemul always imagined himself as a very respectable and strong vampire. But the reality was different, at least according to his subordinates.

They often mocked him for his inability to be violent and called him a cotton-toothed bat. Gemul had always ignored their words, but that night he heard something that was more than he could bear.

When he was passing through one of the corridors of his cellar complex, he heard the conversation of some vampires who were saying:
"We had to guess that he would finally use his rare beauty at some point, and really, what better time than that? I've heard that Harrfurd, the werewolf lord, wanted to execute him, but Lord Gemul took off his clothes and knelt down and begged Harrfurd not to kill him, and to possess him instead."

"Did he really do that? I can't believe he destroyed the pride of vampires like that. What a despicable creature."

"Yes, he crawled in front of Harrfurd like a lowly worm."

Anger boiled inside Gemul like molten metal, and with his forehead vein sticking out, he opened the door violently and attacked the vampires in that room, killing some of them with his sharp teeth and nails, and destroying some with his flaming power.

Then he sat down on a bench in the room and looked at their bodies while panting with anger to calm down a bit.

At that moment, Harrfurd entered through one of the secret entrances of the cellar to meet his lover, Gemul, and his eyes widened when he saw him in that room among the corpses.
"Gemul! What happened?"

Gemul, who was lost in his thoughts, saw him and got up and bowed.
"My lord, welcome to my home. These vampires had forgotten their place and were speaking ill of their master and I punished them for it."

Harrfurd approached Gemul and looked at his white breast that was sticking out from under his robe, and then placed his hand on it and began to caress it.
"I can guess what these vampires said about you. They had lived for centuries and so things like pride were more important to them than life."

"My lord, I am much older than my subordinates."

Harrfurd looked at Gemul's cheeks, which were reddened by the contact of his hand on his chest.
"You are different from them. No matter how far you move in time, the further you go, the more wonderful and precious life becomes for you."

"Yes, that's right, my lord."

"Call me Harrfurd."

Gemul smiled.
"Yes, Harrfurd."

"That mischievous glint in your eyes. Tell me, do you really have feelings for me, or are you only my lover because I didn't kill you?"

Gemul wrapped his arms around Harrfurd's waist.
"My dear Harrfurd, I will answer you honestly. When I think of how my life was in your fist, and you decided to tear my head from my body with your great strong hands, I cannot stop having feelings for you, cannot stop my heart being filled with fear and joy."

Harrfurd put his hand on Gemul's cheek.
"I see. You enjoy the memory of the dominance I had over you."

And then he pulled him into his arms and thought to himself where the road of his and this vampire's fascination would lead, to the silvery glow of the moon in the black night or a deep lake of blood?