Rising of the Moon
Chapter 2
Hopping from the roof and on to the ground, he was faced with docks and the ocean. Near by Lady Liberty stood and the city next to her. He turned to the garage that was nicely built underneath the free way bridge. Easly hidden from civilians. He opened the garage door finding his clutter collection placed neatly on shelves.
Kitchen in one corner, his bed in one corner and another bed in another corner, and his work space for cars on the other side. So he had something to pose as a car mechanic. His partner, friend, and brother Michelangelo fixing up a car near by.
"Oh, Leo your back!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Yep." Leonardo sighed. Stripping himself of his swords and jacket.
"Killed any good Vampires, lately?"
"Good or bad?"
"You know what I mean." Leo chuckled amusingly.
"A whole club full."
"Really!? Geez, you would think you would be more excited about killing that many of them."
"Oh I am."
"You don't act like you are. You could be another Batman if you really wanted to, your so dark." Mikey giggled. Playfully punching his friend.
"Very funny Mikey. It's just, I haven't even began to make a dent in the Vampire population. Even blowing up buildings full of them. One guy like me won't be able to make an impact like that." Leo sighed. Feeling defeated.
"Well, you certainly made an impact on the news." Mikey smiled, handing him a news paper with an article all about the Vigilante Vampire Killer of New York. With a small blurry picture of him hopping over roofs.
"Eh, people couldn't care less if I'm on the news. Most people think that's all photoshop and some drunk idiot made that whole story up."
"Yeah. But besides, you didn't get into this gig just to get on the news to be famous."
"No. I didn't."
"But isn't that why we moved to New York? It's the smallest city with the biggest population. With a popular city like this, we both know that tons of Vampires are going to come here and party and try to act natural. Act like sluts and jackasses as they sneak men and women to dark alley's to not do the things you think they are."
"Yeah. . . I've vant to suck your blood! I've vant to suck your blood!" Leonardo shouted. Making scary faces. Mikey shouted and started running as Leo chased him around the garage. 
After about two circles Leo finally tackled him. Pinning him to the ground and pretending to bite through his throat and drink his blood as Mikey's pretend screams slowly died down. Making a dramatic death. His tongue sticking out, eyes crossed and body limp. They both started laughing.
"So that's how you seriously protect yourself from vampires? Scream and run? You know they're faster then the normal human or turtle. And even if you find a place to hide. They'll sniff you out." Leo flared his nostrils and made strong sniffing noises. Mikey started laughing.
"No, I'm going to fight. If I'm going to die. I won't go down without a fight."
"Good boy."
"Hey, since when did Vampires drink blood like that?" 
"What?" The leaf green turtle looked confusingly at his companion next to him.
"Your acting like those Vampires from Twilight. You know, the ones that sparkle and have those teeny tiny fangs to neatly suck your blood out and only leave two small holes. These Vampires, are opposite. They have multiple retractable fangs the size of saber tooth tigers teeth and rip your throat out and drink your blood messily as it splatters all over their body. Waisting most of it as they try to drink it. Oh, and they explode in the sun and have glowing blood red eyes." Mikey described dramatically.
"You have no clue what they look like, do you?"
"No. I'm just basing it off how you told me."
"Well, most of that's correct except that there teeth aren't saber tooth size. More lion size."
"Whatever." The sea green turtle rolled his eyes. Leo smiled evilly at him.
"They also make you suffer. Pinning you to the ground. Chaining you to the ceiling. Ripping not only your throat but your hole body as well. Wearing your guts around their neck. Using your bones as tooth picks. Licking every drop of your vile liquid till theres nothing left but your dry empty corpse. Then toss it in the ocean for the sharks to eat. No ritual funeral for you." Leo giggled evilly as he crawled creepy like, on top of his brother. Making growling and snarling noises.
"Stop it, Leo."
"They have no mercy on you. No feelings. No emotions. They only have one intention. Kill to feed. " He whispered in his ear causing the turtle under him to shiver in fear. Leo hissed as he opened his mouth. Before pulling his head down and pretending to gobble on Mikey's stomach as the turtle screamed. The leaf green turtle started laughing.
"Oh Mikey! You make it too easy!"
"Oh shut up, Leo. Your going to give me nightmares." He huffed.
"Seriously? At age twenty three you still have nightmares?"
"Only because they're real. And I know what you say is true, because I read multiple news reports about them. It's different when they're just figments of some drunkerds imagination." Leo giggled and rolled his eyes.
"Besides, they don't only have on intention, kill to feed."
"What? What did I miss?" He raised an eye brow muscle to Mikey.
"Their other intention is to stay out of the sun. Or they explode!!!" He made a giant bomb noise. Throwing his hands up in the air. 
"Guts everywhere. Splatter, splatter, splatter!" Leo giggled.
"Alright, alright. That's enough gory monster talk."
"Awe, whats the matter? Afraid you'll get nightmares to?"
"Your one to talk. I'm the one that hunts them down every night. You stay home and only listen to my graphic descriptions about them."
"Graphic is right. Next time bring a camera." 
"I couldn't do that to you." Mikey grumbled and punched him playfully. 
"Alright, Mikey." He giggled. They both got back to their feet. Leo walked over to the drawer and took out a shirt and pants and put them on before he gabbed his swords and a wet cloth and his sharpener rock. Sitting down on his bed he started cleaning his sheath and swords with the cloth and sharpening his swords. Mikey stared at him before sitting on the table near him. Brushing some tools away.
"You don't really think that all Vampires are bad, do you?" Mikey asked worridly. The blue clad turtle sighed.
". . . I don't know, Mikey. All the Vampires I killed. They attacked me first. They killed hundreds of people."
"Well, yeah. But, they need to feed to. We kill animals for food. And maybe they herd your name on the news before. Vampire Hunter. Maybe they attack you first to protect themselves. Or others." Leo stopped what he was doing. Staring at his reflection in his blade. Contemplating at the two scars that marked his face. Making an x shape along his head, forehead, through his eye to his cheek. 
Closing his eyes and sighing.
"I just don't know, Mikey."
"But. . ."
"I don't know, Michelangelo! Now stop asking." Leo let out a breath of air to calm himself. The orange clad turtle shut his mouth. Knowing better then to push his friend too far. Especially when he has swords clenched in his hands. He nodded his understanding. Walking to his side of the room. 
"I'm going to bed." Leonardo immediately said. Sheathing back his swords and setting them beside him. Tucking himself under the blankets.
Turning out the lamp on the table beside him. Making his side of the room darker. He stared out at the open garage door. Looking at the full moon in the sky as the light danced on the water as well as the city's reflection. The sound of the twenty four hour awake city putting him slowly to sleep.
'Good Vampires?'
'There was no good Vampires when they killed my mother.'