Free A Moonlit Night - The Complete Saga by Adrianna White

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killer. I don’t want any problems.”
    “Well it won’t be a problem,” said the
bartender, polishing a glass. “I don’t have the information you’re
looking for.”
    “What about any guys coming in here with
bright red eyes?” Samuel inquired.
    This question piqued Steven’s interest, and
he found himself listening intently to their conversation. The vile
ghouls had not left his mind since he first encountered them one
week ago; their blood red eyes piercing through his very existence,
while they tried to tear apart his house, family, and everyone he’s
ever cared for.
    “Bright red eyes?” the bartender asked, with
a puzzled look.
    “Blood red pupils,” said Samuel, pointing to
his eyes. “The kind that will light up a room shrouded in
darkness—.”
    “Hey, partner,” said a biker, tapping Samuel
on the shoulder. “Nice hat you got there. Mind if I give it a
try?”
    The burly biker grabbed the Stetson from
Samuel’s head. He placed it upon his own head, and danced around
the room.
    “Look at me, everybody!” shouted the biker,
as he pranced about the aisle’s, to a chorus of laughter. “I’m a
fancy cowboy! And did I mention…I fancy cowboys!”
    Samuel slowly put his drink down, and lifted
himself up from his seat. He turned around, and stared down the
biker.
    “You got something you want to say?” asked
the biker, staring back.
    Samuel looked towards Steven, and smiled
devilishly, as if to say that he had everything under control.
    Without warning, Samuel turned and struck the
biker in the face. He was sent crashing to the floor, as the
patrons at the bar went crazy.
    “Fight!” screamed one of the meth addicts, as
they scrambled out of the way. “We’ve got a fight!”

Chapter Four

    Samuel dodged one of his attackers, and sent
another back with a boot to the sternum. Three other men joined the
attack as they circled around him, waiting to make their
pounce.
    He moved with grace and agility as he avoided
the blows, and countered with his own. A fist sent one flying
across the room, a kick sent another crashing out the front window,
and a vicious head butt sent the last tumbling to the ground.
    “Who are you?” asked Steven, whispering under
his breath.
    Samuel smirked, as the last of his aggressors
fell to the floor. He looked towards the others, and taunted, “Well
then, anyone else fancy themselves a cowboy?”
    Many of them seemed to fancy themselves a
cowboy, as at least a dozen more bikers stood up, and begun walking
towards Samuel.
    “C’mon guys,” said Samuel, backing away from
the group of angry bikers. “One at a time, please.”
    They closed in on him, from every possible
angle. He looked around the room, figuring out his next course of
action.
    Two of the bikers rushed Samuel, which he
sidestepped, allowing them to collide with each other. He used the
commotion to leap forward with a jab, sending another biker to the
floor.
    Steven watched on, in amazement, as Samuel
made quick work out of the roughnecks. Then, in the corner of his
eye, he noticed one of the bikers grab a pool cue from the
rack.
    “Hey!” shouted Steven, grabbing the biker by
the shoulder and spinning him around. “I don’t think so!”
    He struck the biker in the face, fully
expecting him to fall to the floor; after all, Samuel made it look
so easy. The biker, instead, gave Steven a blank, expressionless
look.
    “Oh, boy,” smirked the biker, wiping the
blood from his lip. “You’re on the wrong side of town, kid.”
    The biker charged Steven, sending him
smashing into the wall. He pinned Steven against the wall, while he
pounded Steven repeatedly in the stomach. Steven tried to escape
the biker’s clutches, but couldn’t evade him as he wrapped his
hands around Steven’s neck.
    “Ah, you big, dumb oaf!” shouted Steven,
barely managing to choke the words out as the biker’s hands closed
in around his esophagus.
    Steven could feel his energy fade, as he
desperately tried claw his