Day 28: The Night of the Blood Moon [ Moon / Grave ]

The red moon hovered at the very peak of the firmament like an unblinking red eye staring at the graveyard below, where the dead lay resting in their eternal slumber no longer.
The sacred grounds of the cemetery erupted as the dead men and women inside rose and once again wandered among the living. Their flesh, desecrated by the crimson light of the blood moon, healed from the decades or centuries of decaying, and morphing into appropriate vessels for the demonic energy, of which the air of the blood moon night was saturated. These vessels were those of alluring women with wide hips, long legs and smooth yet green or gray skins.
They sought the taste of men. Not the taste of their flesh, mind, but the taste of the spiritual energy suffusing and sustaining their bodies. All they knew how to do was to shuffle in the direction of the nearest man, and milk him by riding his member, regardless of his consent.

One poor man who thought that night was a safe night to take a shortcut through the cemetery saw from the veil of mist before him, a group of these women heading straight towards him at an ominous march.
"Ladies? Can I help?" He pleaded in the vain hope that these girls were not what they evidently were, "Please, stop... please..."
When they didn't stop, he dashed off towards the gates from which he entered, but found another hoard of zombies on their way of leaving the cemetery turning around to face him.
He ran off in another direction. He didn't know what to find there, but it was away from there. Away from this nightmare.
Sadly the graves before him erupted as well, as more women rejuvenated by the red moonlight climbed out of their graves, heading towards the lone man wandering haplessly about. He backed off in the only direction he could in order to get away from the monstrous women animated by demonic energy, but the only direction led to the face of a wall.
He was cornered. Trapped like a mouse. The hoard of zombies from the mist, from by the gates, and rising from the ground all approached the poor man as he cowered against the wall.
Soon all of the zombies fell on him like wild animals, throwing him to the ground, ripping his clothes off scrambling to be the first to wring out every last bit of essence from the man.

Edgar had come to regret not leaving town like everyone else when he had the chance. But he was old and stubborn, and he had been in this town through floods and earthquakes, and this disaster was not going to be the one that would make him move.
Still, at this point he realized that not only was this decision going to get him captured and violated, but his slowness and weakness was going to render that fate to everyone else.
"Shit..." Mike said as he looked between the blinds, "They're everywhere... they're really trying to get inside..."
"They're going to get inside sooner or later!" Barry said, "There's just too many of them, it's just a matter of time."
"All right, it's settled then. We'll go to the roof and find a way out of here." Mike said, "Cindy, you take Edgar to the basement. Make sure he's out of the way of the zombies."
"R-right..." Cindy said.
"No way," The old man protested, "I'm coming with you guys, I..."
"Shut up... just..." Barry pinched the ridge of his nose, "Just do as told. Okay? We're going to need to be very quick and very careful. We don't have any time for your pride or whatever."
"If you wanted your survival not to rely on your actions, you shoulda left town when you had the chance." Mike said.
"Guys..." Cindy complained, "Be nice to him."
"Nice is not gonna get us out of this doomed house safely." Barry rose to his feet, "Now let's get going, shall we?"
Mike and Barry headed to the second floor, while Cindy and Edgar headed to the basement, where they blocked off the entrance and cowered in the corner.

"...useless..." Edgar said with a quivering voice, "I... just am so useless..."
"Now, you're not being fair to yourself." Cindy said, "You've lived a long life. A hard life. A life dedicated to others. And now... now is the time to rely on others. Everyone does it, so it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I... I know, but... when I make you work harder... when I make you risk your life... I wish I didn't have to be like..." Edgar lifts his wrinkly, veined old hand, "...like this."
Cindy scratched the back of her head, "Well... there might be a way, but..."
Edgar looked back towards Cindy curiously.
"...but, there's a bit of iffy magic involved."
Edgar's face lit up "You know magic? You know magic that can help me? That can help us?"
"I... have a spell that can give your youth back..."
Edgar grabbed Cindy by the shoulders, "I need that! I need that now!"
"It's not so simple. Magic like this tends to come... with a price."
"Everyone else is already paying the price! I'll give anything! I'll give everything!"
"All right... I am going to need you to lift off your shirt...."

As Edgar removed his shirt, Cindy traced a circle of light on his bare back with her finger, creating a complex alchemical symbol that glowed red. She whispered some incantations in a forgotten arcane language that Edgar heard, even though it was whispered in a low voice, but didn't understand.
His body started glowing red, then white. The white light subsided, and the decrepit old man was no more. In his stead was a beautiful man with a sculpted body and irresistable face.
"I... I have my old body back! From the prime of my youth!" Edgar hugged Cindy, who ended up flushing furiously, "Thanks... thanks so much! Now I can finally follow the rest of them and find a way out of this place!"

As Edgar ran out he bounced into a wall that he couldn't see, that kept him from leaving the basement.
"What... what is going on?" Edgar traced his hands along the wall but found no edge.
"Oh... right, I should probably mention..." Cindy said, "You can't go further than three feet away from me now... you know, since I own you now."
"...what?"
"Yup, you heard me. You can't go further than three feet away from me now..." A flash of light surrounded Cindy briefly, and she turned into a tall, busty blue skinned woman with black sclera, wings and horns, wearing only a teaspoon of clothing, "Since I own you now!"

Edgar tried to run away, but the wall stood firm no matter what he tried, "My my, I could have easily gone for either Barry or Mike, but I thought I saw potential in you." The demoness admired her catch in all her domineering glory.
"You tricked me!" Edgar cried.
"You said you were willing to pay any price. Why, as it turns out, eternal servitude to me is the price! Don't worry though, it's not all that bad. In fact I'll make sure to make you feel real good!" The demoness left the basement, and as she did the **** field surrounding her swept Edgar up, forcing her to follow her.

"Let's go and find a secluded place... where we can spend the rest of the Blood Moon Night together."