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Just when I thought everything was going smoothly, well, as smooth as it was ever going to get, luck would not waver in my direction. We got the car filled up with gas and headed toward the East side when traffic was backed up. A barge decided to come through and so the bridge was up. It was pointless to [...]
William Reese should never have attended that underground nightclub. Even now as he turned off his alarm, he could still hear the blaring music ringing in his ears. He could feel the slamming base from the morbid and exotic rhythms still pounding his belly as the first layers of sleep cobwebs began to flutter away from his consciousness. As it [...]
It was autumn 1888 and I had just returned from the Continent. Club Crimson was located in London, so I did tend to live there all year round; with the exception of the occasional jaunt to Paris or Venice, generally for my nocturnal pursuits and special and extremely pleasurable sprees to Eastern Europe for feeding and lust. These particular excursions [...]
Snort! Snort! Snuffle! Oh God, my husband was snoring again. It was the middle of the night, he was snoring like a chainsaw, and now I’d never get back to sleep. Ugh! The life of a wife. My back was to him and I thought about turning over to push him, but I was so cozy, so instead I just [...]
” You always get fucked over, don’t you? ” it says, this time distinct enough that I can tell whatever it is is male. ” You never win. you always lose. ”
He was amazing, rock solid and cool to the touch. My fingers lightly traveled his skin leaving quivers where they had touched. Low and seductive his growls kept sounding from his throat. I continued to explore his body until he seized my wrist in an instant. Staring down at me, he brought it up to his mouth and began to lick. A pleasurable smile crept over his face and continued as if he were having something sweet. His tongue, so cold, soft and yet, so inviting I begged for more. I offered my other wrist to which he didn’t hesitate.
My orb is not what it seemed. My orb a glowing monster with teeth like daggers and twice as sharp that tore through my skin, pierced every vessel, muscle and organ. My eyes widened as the pain spread through my body, rendering me motionless.
Feeling the electrical anticipation of the feed, he lofted to a door on a second story balcony—leading directly to his quarry. It was locked, but the mere desire for it to be open was all one of Nebuchadnezzar’s power needed to make it so… and being invited? Such was but… superstition—by the young and inexperienced of his kind. Entering silently, he was greeted immediately by the overwhelming scent of the blood! That heady, intoxicating nectar that was life itself! Satiation at hand, he—
“I pulled into my parking stall late that first night and shut off the car. We don’t have a parking lot, just a few spaces in the alley: there’s only eight units in the complex anyway, so we don’t need much. I drive a 98 Mustang convertible; yellow with black lines and when I opened the door, something caught my ear.”
“Hannah.”
“It sounded very otherworldly, as if I heard it, but not really. More like I felt it. I thought someone was crying, and then realized that that wasn’t it, it was somebody calling. However, when I stopped to listen, it was gone. I stood there in the dark for a while to see if it’d come back, but it didn’t. I was tired and hungry, so I probably only gave it a few seconds before I finally turned and headed for my apartment.”
“I didn’t hear it again until the next night. I had just pulled into my spot and cut the motor.”
“Here, Hannah.”
“It scared the shit outta’ me! I must’ve been daydreaming or something. I even checked the back seat. That’s how close it was.”
“C’mon, Hannah. Come to big sister. Hannah?”
“So I jumped out of the car to see whether I might be able to catch them this time. I wasn’t thinking about ghosts or anything…”
The spinner of the tale paused a moment, slipping out of character. “I know. I love that, too,” he said, directing the comment to some of those who laughed.
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