She breathes hard inside the confined space, flinching with every sound she hears. There is the sound of what seems like chains above her but it’s hard to be sure, even with her abilities. Occasionally a loud bang startles her and it’s everything she can do to stop herself crying out. She tightens her hands into fists, nails digging into bloody palms as again, noises far too close for comfort, follow one after another.
Apr 082010
I pushed aside all negative thoughts as easily as I erased myself from mortal recollection and with an air of authority, only we the kindred possessed, strolled into the beating heart of London life, eager once more to murder my family again and again.
Oct 122009
Clearly not quite able to believe his good fortune, the young boy whom she had chosen for the night chatted animatedly and at length, his arm slung casually across her slender shoulders as they made their way towards her apartment block. She entertained the boy’s humour and enthusiasm with well mannered grace and humility, smiling occasionally and even laughing when one of his stories reached it’s tiresomely predictable conclusion. He watched them, laughing and stroking one another unashamedly and a cold possessive streak of jealous ignited within the furnace of his heart.
