Part 1
Lightning fractures the dark night sky. Thunder booms shortly after as the sky explodes in a frenzy of rain and hail. A young man in a rain coat dashes through the dark streets to the closest house he can find. Another flash of lightning illuminates his slender figure.
“HELP! SOMEBODY!” the young man wails, pounding on the door.
“Young man, what on Earth are you doing out there?!” an older woman asks, opening the door for the young man.
“I’m so sorry to bother you… I was on my way, traveling by foot, when I got caught in that retched storm…” the young man said. “Please…let me seek shelter in your house until the storm passes…”
“Come in, come in…” the woman says. “I can’t let you stay out there…”
“Thank you…” the young man says, stepping into the house. “My apologies, I’m sipping wet…”
“Worry not… My husband’s about your size, maybe he can give you some dry clothes…” the old woman says. “It’s been a long time since we last had visitors…”
“Nice place you got here,” the young man says, glancing around as an older man shows up with a warm dry towel. “I thank you for your hospitality…”
“The kids have since grown up,” the old man comments. “Been just me and my sweetheart here. The adult kids are rude, they don’t seem to care about us and refuse to visit.”
“I bet they would regret it if something bad happened to you,” the young man says, a strange look in his eyes.
“Oh, maybe, maybe… It’s such a peaceful town, though. Nothing ever happens here,” the old woman says with a chuckle. “You live nearby, I suppose?”
“A little ways out, but yeah. I don’t think I would have reached my house safely, though,” the young man says.
“What’s your name, kid?” the old man inquires, quickly fetching some dry clothes for his guest.
“They call me Nompha,” the young man says, accepting the clothes. “Excuse me while I go change.”
The young man departs quickly. The older couple exchanges confused glances. Nompha…the name seems oddly familiar to them. Nompha returns dressed in the fresh clothes he was given.
“Again, I apologize for coming out here on such short notice. Once the storm settles, I’ll be on my way,” Nompha says.
“Stay as long as you need,” the old lady offers.
“You got a little something on your arm,” the old man comments, swiping at Nompha’s arm.
Nompha’s light peach skin is speckled with peculiar red glitter spots. The old man’s brow crinkles as he can’t seem to swipe the glitter off. Nompha stares coldly at the older couple. Lightning flashes again and the lights flicker before shutting off.
“Oh dear! How dreadful! I cannot see a thing! Nompha, are you alright?” the old woman asks.
All of a sudden, a scream rings out. The old woman begins screaming next as a sharp pain hits her neck. Lightning flickers again, briefly lighting up the room, revealing the bodies of the elderly couple. Nompha licks blood off his lips happily.
“Again, I thank you for your hospitality…” Nompha says chuckling evilly. “I think I’ll stay here awhile…”
Nompha runs a hand through his shiny black hair, smoothening it back into place. His orangish yellow eyes glimmer in the darkness. It may be dark, but he can see just fine. The truth is, Nompha is a blood-drinking fae, known only to kill, and never to love.
“Now…if only I had asked them where the bedroom was before I killed then. Oh well, I can find it myself,” Nompha comments, talking to himself.
Nompha’s blood red wings rip through the back of his shirt and glimmer as another lightning strike briefly lights up the room. His belly has become distended, full of the delicious blood. Now, he wanders, seeking out a place to rest. Opening a door, he finds a large bed with a floral blanket.
“A king-sized bed for a king,” Nompha comments, throwing himself onto the bed so hard he almost pukes. “Here I’ll rest… I can’t fly home when I’m this full…”
He closes his eyes, falling into a deep and comfortable sleep. To an on-looker, it may appear he has died. Unfortunately for all he has tormented so far, he is still alive. The storm continues to roll through the area, but Nompha continues to sleep, breathing occasionally.
Nompha has been tricking people and drinking their blood for ages. Despite being ancient, he appears to be about 18, maybe 19 years old. He is charming, handsome, attractive, and yet…and yet he kills all he touches. Now, the other Fae have been discussing his tendencies a lot lately… Even his fellow Blood Fae are starting to get tired of his frequent slaughtering of innocent humans.
Many hours later, the storms have passed. The sun is rising into the sky, singing of the new day that has begun. Nompha burps and wakes up. He makes a trip to the bathroom and then returns to the bedroom, yawning and stretching. By now, his stomach has gone down in size.
“Morning… Hmmm, I better head home. The other Fae are probably wondering where I wandered off to,” Nompha says.
He pauses a moment. His stomach grumbles a bit, but there’s nobody else in the house that he can drain. He shakes his head and strolls out of the house. Carefully, he closes the door, not wanting it to look too obvious that he murdered the homeowners.
Nompha flaps his wings and takes flight. The sun glitters off of him like a ruby in a display case. Some of the glittering red dots shine upon the ground as he soars through the air. He flitters and flutters and dives into the woods where hardly any humans dare step foot.
Shrinking down to the size of a medium sized leaf, Nompha dips into a hole in a tree. Here, many other Fae reside. A few Fae wave hello as Nompha makes his way to his home. Other Fae just glare and shake their fists at him.
