Stories and thoughts about being a queer girl geek in the 21st Century.
He had climbed through a window and looked through the house. There seemed little of interest, except for a large brass chest that was locked. His curiosity piqued he began to unpick it.
“There must be something valuable in here.” he muttered to himself.
Once he managed to unlock it he found there was only darkness inside. The lid closed behind him.
Joanne Fisher
This was a challenge to write a story in 63 words using the word “unlock” set by sammicoxwriter.
Again here is a flash fiction challenge based on a docket from Fractured Faith Blog. I had to think about this one…
The Errand
I walked grumpily down the street. I had been sent on an errand to buy some fruit! I used to be a viking. I still remember when I first came to these shores, cutting down any anglo-saxons who got in my way. I was still human then. And now here I am on some silly mission buying fruit for my partner…
When I got to the shop I just grabbed the first two pieces of fruit I saw. They were shrink wrapped and already prepared, looking as artificial as everything in this world was becoming. She also told me to grab a vegetable peeler as she had managed to lose her one. I don’t know why she’s bothering to make such an elaborate meal, it’s not like I need to eat food. If only she let me turn her, then I wouldn’t have to go on these pointless errands.
“Are you okay luv? You look a bit angry.” the shopkeeper said as I slammed the items down onto the counter before him.
“I’m just in a foul mood.” I replied. He nodded his head and rang up the items for me.
“You hungry at the moment?” he asked trying to seem interested.
“Yes. Why yes I am!” I said as my fangs appeared. “Thanks for that!”
The last look on his face was one of surprise. After that I returned home in a much happier mood. It was good of him to point that out to me.
When I got back Amy gave me a hug and I handed the shopping bag over to her.
“You seem to be happier Sigrid. I told you going for a walk would put you in a better mood.” she said.
“Yes you did.” I said smiling.
“Did you find everything okay?”
“Yes it was no problem. The shop keeper was very helpful.” I told her.
Joanne Fisher
Last month I wrote a story called The Mirror in response to a fiction challenge by Fractured Faith Blog to write a story based on a sales receipt. While lying in bed, as you do, I came up with another idea for a story based on this receipt, hence the title The Other Mirror. I have thought of a third idea for a story based on someone finding a cheap copy of Andrei Tarkovsky’s The Mirror (really good film by the way), but that’s as far as I’ve got. If anyone wants to write a story based on that idea you have my blessing.
I think I might be a bit twisted. Anyhoo…
The Other Mirror
I found a really cheap mirror at a local store and brought it home. I put it up in the bathroom as I thought the place needed to have a mirror. I reflected that it’s rather strange to have two women living in a house together and yet have no mirror anywhere. If I want to look at myself I have to use a DVD while Astrid doesn’t seem to care. She always looks good anyway.
Once I heard Astrid finally appear I showed her our new mirror in the bathroom. She smiled at me. I then looked at both of us together in the mirror, but I could only see my own reflection even though Astrid was standing right behind me…
“Astrid?” I asked with a hint of concern in my voice.
“Yes my love?”
“How come I can’t see you in the mirror?”
“Because I’m a vampire, my darling.” She replied.
I turned around and faced her. She was smiling at me. She opened her mouth and I could see her long sharp fangs. I backed away from her.
“How come I didn’t know this?” I said as I watched her slowly advance on me.
“Because I feed on you every night and then erase your memory. This isn’t even the first mirror you’ve bought.” She picked up the mirror and dropped it on the ground. It shattered into tiny pieces. “Each time I destroy it and then make you forget about it.”
“Not this time!” I said as I pushed past her and ran for the front door. But when I got to it she was already there.
“There is nothing you can do. I’ll erase your memory and you will forget all this and we’ll be happy again.” She said advancing on me purposefully. I backed away from her until I hit the wall. She came right up to me. Her eyes…
She has the most beautiful eyes.
Joanne Fisher
Well here’s another flash fiction challenge courtesy of Fractured Faith Blog. I was going to wait a couple of days before I published this since I only just published the story Rekindling An Old Flame around 15 hours ago, but I changed my mind. The challenge was to write a story from the following docket:
The Mirror
It was quite a large mirror for such a low price. A full length mirror with a dark wooden frame with a 75p sticker on it. It was such a bargain, what could possibly go wrong? I walked up to the man at the till, some short guy with black untidy hair that was balding on top and wearing a long brown coat.
“I would like to buy that mirror.” I said pointing my long red nail towards it.
“Certainly madam. That will be 75 pence.” he said. I pulled out a crisp £10 note. He looked at me angrily. “Have you got anything smaller luv?”
“I’m afraid not.” I answered. He snatched the note from me and rung up the purchase, then handing me the £9.25 change with a sour look on his face.
“There we go madam.” He said grumpily.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to get you to help me take it to my car.” I informed him. He rolled his eyes.
“Righto.” He muttered under his breath. He managed to pick it up while I led him to my car that was parked outside, about a block away. He panted and grumbled as he carried the mirror while I listened to the sound my new black boots made when I walked down the footpath. When we got to my station wagon he loaded the mirror into the back and then wiped his hands. He gave me a filthy look and then walked back to his shop.
“Some people.” I said to myself as I got into the car.
I drove to my apartment wondering whether I should get some petrol on the way. When I got home I knocked on my neighbour’s door. He helped me get the mirror up the stairs and into my apartment. We put it into my bedroom and I immediately began checking myself out in it.
“Thanks Bill.” I said to him.
“That’s fine. By the way that £10 you borrowed from me a few days ago, are you able to pay me back now?” he asked.
“No I’m afraid not.” I told him. He looked disappointed and left.
Later that night I was woken to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. I got out of bed and investigated. The sound was coming from the kitchen. As I got closer it sounded like someone or something was hastily eating food. I grabbed a stick and turned on the light. In front of me was this short looking thing that sort of looked like a man. It had a protruding belly and was utterly hairless and it’s skin looked soft and slightly oily. And it exuded a nasty odour. I was repulsed by what I saw. It stopped in mid bite of one of my bananas and looked at me in surprise. Around it’s feet were bits of food. It quickly ran past me. I chased after it only to see it hop straight into the mirror I just bought. I ran to the mirror and tried to follow it, but ran straight into the glass instead. Luckily it didn’t break.
The next morning I looked in the kitchen. The thing had eaten all my bread, most of my fruit and had even drunk all my Diet Coke and eaten the mints I had stashed away. Knowing Bill had good knowledge of bizarre things I went to see him. I explained to him what I saw and he put on his reading glasses and consulted some of his books. After looking through them he looked at me.
“I’m afraid you have what is called a Hungry Spirit. They live in mirrors and at night they come out and gorge on food till they are full.”
“No wonder that mirror was so cheap. Who would have thought some really cheap mirror would have something wrong with it? How can I get rid of it?” I asked him.
“You could always just leave it somewhere.” He suggested.
“No not the mirror, the Hungry Spirit. I would prefer to keep the mirror as it’s exactly my height.” I told him. He shook his head and looked through his book.
“It says here if you can grab the Hungry Spirit before it enters the mirror the Spirit will then be unable to re-enter it and will just start dissolving.”
“Ok.” I said. “I hope it doesn’t make too much of a mess.”
That night I didn’t go to sleep but just lay in the bed in the dark listening for the Hungry Spirit. When I heard it come out of the mirror and softly walk to my kitchen I followed it as silently as I could. I walked up to the kitchen and heard the sound of packaging being opened. It was getting into my macaroons! I turned the light on and it let out a squeak and quickly tried to run past me. I attempted to block the way but it managed to duck under my arm and run into the hallway. I quickly followed. I managed to get a hand onto it’s arm that felt like it was covered in rancid oil. Trying to overcome my nausea I tried stopping the Hungry Spirit with both my hands. It had got to the mirror. I tried pulling it away, but to my surprise it instead hopped into the mirror and then pulled me into it with unbelievable strength. The next thing I knew I was inside the mirror. I tried getting out but I couldn’t get through the glass. I looked around me. It was dark and the Hungry Spirit seemed to have gone. I knocked at the glass hoping someone might hear me.
The next morning Bill came into my bedroom. He looked at the mirror and smirked. He pulled out a book and held it near the mirror, pointing at a particular section:
“Hungry Spirits are very strong. If someone manages to hold onto one and then get pulled into the mirror, they then become a Hungry Spirit themselves and replace the original one.”
He smiled and went over to my handbag. He opened my purse and helped himself to all the cash I had in there, which happened to be £9.25. He then walked out of the room, flipping me off as he went past the mirror.
“Bastard!” I screamed when he walked past.
I was getting hungry. I couldn’t wait till it was dark.
Joanne Fisher
I woke up recently with this story in my head. Apologies for the length of it. Unlike my other fiction it contains no supernatural elements to it, though it is set in my urban fantasy world, so maybe the characters here have managed to miss all the strange stuff. I guess my attempt at a lesbian romance story, though I imagine the subject material is a familiar trope in this type of fiction…
Rekindling An Old Flame
I got out of my car and surveyed the land before me. It was all overgrown with weeds and the remainder of crops that long since gone to seed. The land was going to need a lot of clearing. Even the old homestead was dilapidated and the barn was practically in ruins. There was a lot of work that had to be done, and it looked like I was going to be the one that would have to do it. I can’t believe my parents had let my grandparents farm get this way.
The city had broken me. After my parents had been killed in a freak car accident I decided to return to my old hometown and reestablish my roots here. In the Will my parents had left both their house in town and my grandparents farm to be administered by both my brother and myself, which frankly had quite surprised me. I was surprised I was in their Will at all. I thought they had disowned me due to my “lifestyle choices”. Both my brother and me decided to split them: I would get the farm and he would get the house in town, not that he lived around here anymore. He thought he got the better deal, but it was the farm I really wanted, even though it would need a lot of work. I thought he would get everything. He was their golden boy after all. He had left town and become a successful lawyer in the city, married a pretty girl, and did all the right things according to their values, while I was the screw up who failed at everything I tried. I went to college, and I became a teacher after that, and then tried being a writer and failed spectacularly at both these things. Everything I tried, all it did was confirm in my parent’s eyes that I was an absolute failure. Yes amazing lawyer Stephen and his screw-up sister Cindy; what a couple of siblings we were.
As I looked at the overgrown farm before me, a car coming down the road started to slow down. It was old lime-green station wagon that I recognised belonged to old Mrs Philips. She stuck her head out the car window. It had been a while since I had seen her and saw that she now had short grey hair.
“Is that you Cindy?” she asked in surprise. I smiled and nodded my head.
“Yes it is.” I confirmed walking over to her car with my arms wrapped around my body.
“Well how are you? You’re looking good. Are you back here now?” she asked in an excited tone of voice.
“Yes I’m looking at fixing up the old farm.” I told her. She shook her head.
“It’s about time! It’s a shame the state it’s got into.”
“Yes. It will need a lot of work.” I agreed.
“I was surprised I didn’t see you at the funeral.” she said as she blatantly looked at me for an explanation of why I wasn’t there.
“Yeh I wasn’t able to get there. But Steve was there and told me all about it.” I said to her. She nodded, though was looking at me like she couldn’t understand why I couldn’t make it to my own parent’s funeral.
“Yes it was good to see him and his wife Jennifer. Did you ever get married?” she asked. I smiled again and shook my head.
“No I could never find the right person.” I replied with my stock answer to that particular question.
“Not the marrying type I guess.” she responded rather accurately while looking at me up and down.
“I guess.”
“Have you seen Jess? You two were as thick as thieves when you were younger.”
“Not yet.” I responded.
“Well I guess I’ll be seeing ya! Take care Cindy!” she said.
“You too Mrs Philips!” I called back to her as her station wagon drove off.
I sighed. What would I do about Jess? We grew up together and she was the first girl I ever kissed. She was in fact my first girlfriend. I wanted to see her again, but was also really terrified. We had big plans when we were together, but then I went off to College in Lawrence, and she stayed behind and worked on her parent’s farm. Gradually over the years we lost touch, and I truly regretted that. I didn’t know whether she was still dating other girls, or if she was in a serious relationship. I really had no idea. I dated a few other women in Lawrence, mostly a succession of blonds like Jess. I guess I was still trying to date her through other people who looked similar, or so my therapist had suggested.
I grabbed what gardening equipment I had brought with me, tied up my long brown hair, and started hacking away at things on the farm. Over the next couple of weeks I spent most of each day clearing away the overgrown weeds. They were pretty exhausting days. Each night I went back to town to the family house feeling completely done. Steve had said it would be okay to use the family house while I was fixing things at the farm. It also meant he didn’t have to worry about the house being vacant, so it suited him as well. Every morning when I went back to the farm it seemed to look no different. I had spent hours trying to clear the land, and it seemed to be having little effect. I wondered if I had made the right decision to come back here. Maybe I should have stayed in the city.
One night I was relaxing after a particularly long day in the fields when there was a knock at the door. I answered it and my mouth dropped open, for there was Jess standing there. I hadn’t seen her in almost fifteen years and she looked no different. Her hair was still long and blond, she was wearing jeans, and wore a plaid shirt over a white tank top. Her hands were behind her back as if she was hiding something.
“Well golly if it isn’t Miss Cynthia Steadman.” She said in a voice straight out of Gone With The Wind. I laughed.
“Jess!” I exclaimed.
“I brought you a little welcome home gift.” she said as she produced a bottle of Jack Daniels from behind her back. I laughed again. Jack Daniels was the first thing we had ever got drunk on. Jess had stolen it from her father’s stash and we got drunk and ended up making out in the living room just as Jess’s mother walked through the front door and saw everything. Luckily her parents were more open minded than mine were. They tolerated us being together, though her father didn’t like Jess stealing his whiskey.
“Well come on in!” I said fully opening the door. She walked in sizing me up and then I followed her into the living room. She sat down and produced some cigarettes. Even though I no longer smoked I took one and sat down beside her. She produced a lighter and lit both cigarettes. I sat back in the couch and breathed out the smoke.
“You’re looking very tired, but wonderfully tanned.” She said as she got up and went into the kitchen. She came back with two glasses and began pouring whiskey into them.
“I’ve been having some very long days at the farm.” I told her as she handed me a glass.
“Well cheers!” she said as we clinked our glasses together and both knocked them back in one gulp. She poured some more into our glasses.
“It’s good to see you again.” I said to her. She looked at me quizzically with raised eyebrows.
“Well here’s the thing. A few weeks ago I heard you were back in town, and I half expected to hear you knocking on my door. But nothing happened. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.” She said to me as she took a drag on her cigarette.
“I’m sorry.” I said. “I wanted to, but I was scared.”
“Scared? Of what?” she asked.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me.” I answered. She looked at me very seriously and nodded.
“Of course I wanted to see you. I’ve wanted to see you for fifteen fucking years! I even went to your parent’s funeral hoping you would be there, but you weren’t.” She said in an aggrieved tone.
“They cut me out of their life. I didn’t feel like they would have wanted me there.” I explained to her.
“Did you know in the last few years both your parents started talking to me again?”
“Really?” I asked. I hadn’t expected that.
“Yeh they always wanted to know if I had heard from you. I guess we all felt rather cut off from you. We should have formed a club.” She told me. “Maybe they realised I could have been their daughter in law.” I put my head into my hands when she said this. My feelings regarding my parents were still pretty raw.
“I didn’t know.” I explained.
“Yeh that’s pretty obvious.” she responded as she filled our glasses again. “Is there any music around here?” She began searching through various CD’s stashed around the room.
“I brought some music with me.” I said.
“Yeh I’m pretty sure it will all be dyke music huh? What have you got? Melissa Etheridge? K.D. Lang?”
“I’ve got some Indigo Girls.” I offered, and she looked at me with her head nodding as if I had just confirmed her suspicions.
“I thought as much. No I want some real music!” she said as she put a CD on and some music came blaring out of the speakers.
“What is that? Is that The Eagles?” I asked incredulously.
“Yup.” She confirmed as she sat back down on the couch and put her feet on the table while trying to blow smoke rings.
“So what have you been doing since I last saw you?”
“Still working on my parent’s farm. Though I help manage it now. Also trying to uphold my position as Town Dyke.” Jess replied.
“I guess I relinquished that title after I moved away.” I said. Jess laughed for the first time.
“Yes.” she said nodding. “So you got a girlfriend now?”
“No. Over the years I’ve dated a few, but I never really connected with anyone. Well not like I did with you.” I replied truthfully.
“I know how you feel.” she said blowing more smoke out of her mouth and looking away.
“So what do you do around here for fun?” I asked her.
“Not a lot. Mostly I go to the bar on the outskirts of town and drink beers and play pool. Some guys try to come onto me, but I make it pretty obvious I play for the other team. Everyone around here knows anyhow.”
“And you haven’t been lynched yet?” I asked her. Jess laughed again.
“This town may look much the same from when we were teenagers, but it has changed. People here are lot more open-minded than you would expect.” She told me. “What about you?”
“Well I pretty much failed at everything I put my hand to in the city, so I’ve moved back here.” I replied. “I’ve seen some pretty weird stuff there.”
“Yeh I went to the city once. I got off the bus and a guy with purple hair walked past me and then a lady who was dressed the same as her dog. That place was just too weird for me. I had to get right back on that bus!” She said. We both laughed. I lit another cigarette.
“It feels strange being back here.”
“How so?” Jess asked.
“It seems so quiet and empty with my parent’s gone. I don’t feel like I really know anyone here anymore.” I answered. Jess nodded her head in thought at my words, looking slightly hurt.
“You should come with me to the bar sometime. There’s several people there you would know. Everyone wonders what happened to you. When you didn’t come back for the funeral that caused a lot of talk.”
“Really?” I asked her. I didn’t think anyone ever talked about me. I was pretty much ignored by everyone when I lived here. People really only knew me because I was always with Jess. She was quite willful and had a lot of attitude. Due to this she was always quite popular at high school.
“Yes. So once you finish getting the farm ready, I guess you’ll be selling it?”
“No I’m planning to live there. I want to settle down here.” I told her. Jess looked really surprised.
“Really? Is Cindy coming down from Mount Olympus to live with us mere mortals?” She asked sarcastically. “You’re wanting to settle down here?!”
“I’m afraid so. I’m finished with the city.” I told her quite seriously. Jess took hold of my hand. Her’s felt so warm and familiar.
“It will be good to have you back for good.” she said to me, her blue eyes looking into mine. I nodded. She moved towards me and to my complete surprise we began hugging. The next moment we were suddenly kissing one another like we had never stopped. Jess tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, but I probably tasted exactly the same.
“I’ve missed you.” I whispered to her. She looked at me with tears starting to fall.
“Why did you never come back? I waited for you.” Jess whispered back reproachfully.
“I’m sorry.” I said as I started to choke up with tears. “I thought you would come to the city with me. I always hoped you would turn up.” I held onto her starting to sob.
“My parents needed me here. I thought you would come back after college and we would live together. But you never did. You stopped answering my letters. I thought you were gone forever.” She was beginning to cry as well.
“I didn’t want to come back here because of my parents. I had to get away from them. I had to get away from this town.” I told her.
“You wanted to get away from this town? But I was here! Your parents really missed you too. You cut everyone off. And we were all left wondering why!” She said almost angrily while tears streaked down her face.
“I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to come back as a failure.” I admitted.
“It didn’t matter what you came back as. So long as you were here.” She answered back.
We sat there looking at each other. Both of us were in tears. In our silence all I could hear was “Peaceful Easy Feeling” playing on the stereo and Jess sniffing.
“I’m sorry. I know I did wrong. I know I’ve let you down. Can you ever forgive me?” I asked her desperately, fearing the response. She sat there as if she was deep in thought looking down at the floor.
“You’ll stay here from now on won’t you?” She asked me in a tearful voice as she looked up at me. Our eyes met again. I nodded and we hugged again, this time more tightly than before, as if we never wanted to ever let go again. We kissed each other, though this time it was with long deep kisses. Eventually we collapsed on the couch holding on to each other as we fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke and we were still in each other’s arms. Jess was drooling onto a cushion in her sleep and I had a nasty hangover. I planned to spend another full day at the farm again today, but I didn’t think I could face it. I gently moved so I didn’t disturb her and slowly reclaimed my arms. I padded to the kitchen and began to heat up some water for coffee. The living room smelt of cigarette smoke and booze. I poured a coffee and opened the front door and looked down the quiet street. A moment later Jess appeared and, taking the coffee cup from out of my hands, went and sat down on one of the front steps and lit a cigarette.
“So you going to the farm today?” Jess asked.
“No. I don’t think I’m up to it at the moment.” I replied. She gave an understanding nod.
“I’ve been thinking. I looked at your farm a few weeks ago. It’s in a pretty terrible state of disrepair at the moment. It’s an impossible task for just one woman in my opinion. I’ve got some free time at the moment. I can help you get it ready. I mean you’re going to have to rebuild the barn, and the homestead will need some serious repairs, so you’re going to need at least one other person to help you.” She said looking up at me and smiling. I warmly smiled back at her and then went to grab another cup of coffee.
Coming back had turned out to be a good idea.
Joanne Fisher
“You may come in.” said the voice behind the door.
Melissa turned the door handle and walked into the room. The door behind her closed of it’s own accord and shut with an odd click. She was in a doctor’s office. In front of her beyond the chair was a large heavy desk made of oak or possibly walnut, Melissa really had no idea. Seated behind the desk was a man in his 50s, Melissa presumed, with short grey hair and who looked slightly portly. He was wearing a dark suit with a blue tie. He was writing something down when she entered. He looked up briefly at her and then continued writing.
“You are Melissa Adamson?” he asked her in a very certain voice.
“Yes I am” Melissa confirmed. He looked up at her again and this time looked her over for sometime as if he was considering something. “Thanks for seeing me so late.”
“Well sit down and tell me why you’re here.” he told her. Melissa sat down on the chair in front of the desk. She didn’t know where to begin. She flicked her dark hair out of her eyes.
“I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately.” she said to him.
“What do you mean out of sorts?” he asked her.
“Well I can’t keep any food down but I feel so hungry all the time. Also I can’t sleep at night and instead fall asleep during daytime. If I ever go out in the daylight I get very nasty sunburn. Also I’m very pale. I wonder if I’m anemic” she said. The doctor nodded his head making hmm noises.
“How long has this been happening?”
“About a couple of days.” she replied.
“Did you notice anything before this?”
“Well I did wake up with a nasty pain in the right side of my neck for a few weeks. I seem to have been bitten by something. I think maybe it was bedbugs or maybe something like that. But the odd thing is that I don’t think I’ve been bitten since I fell ill, though I did seem to sleep for a few days.” she told him. He sat back in his leather chair and looked at her.
“Have you had any odd cravings lately for any food or drink?”
“Well I ended up eating some raw steak yesterday and I…” she didn’t really want to tell him what she had been craving. It was too odd. He thoughtfully nodded his head and began writing something down on his notepad.
“Any other odd symptoms?” he asked.
“Well all my senses seem to be heightened. I can see a lot better in the dark now, and I can hear people’s hearts beating and hear their blood flowing in their veins and arteries.” When she said the word “blood” she could feel the cravings again, she quickly continued on “Also it isn’t a symptom, but dogs seem to be barking at me a lot now and quite viciously, and cats won’t go near me at all. Maybe they can smell something’s wrong with me.” The doctor briefly smiled, but then resumed his thoughtful expression. He got up from his chair and walked round the desk to her.
“I thought I would listen to your heart. Take a deep breath.” he said as he took his stethoscope from around his neck and put on some rubber gloves. When he placed it against her chest it wasn’t as cold as she thought it would be, though she was feeling it through her t-shirt. The doctor went hmm again. He touched her pale arm “You’re very cold.”
“Yes I can’t seem to get warm these days either.” she said laughing nervously. Saying it all out loud made her realise she must really be ill. The doctor grabbed a tongue depressor from his desk and placed it in her open mouth. He peered into her seeming to check her upper teeth at the same time. She could hear his heart beating slow and steady. He then threw the tongue depressor into the bin and walked back to his seat while removing the rubber gloves. He sat down and looked at her.
“I’m afraid you have a case of vampirism.” he said to her.
“Vampirism?” she repeated in an alarmed voice.
“Yes vampirism.” he confirmed. “Obviously a vampire was feeding on you the past few weeks. Somehow, whether by intent or accident, some of their blood got into you, which would have been around the same time they obviously drained you of blood. You actually died, but due to having their blood in your system meant that you came back as an undead entity.” Melissa sat there with her mouth open in shock. She didn’t know what to say. Maybe the doctor was insane?
“So is there anything I can do about it?” she asked slowly.
“Well thankfully there is a cure.” he proclaimed. Melissa gave a sigh of relief. He opened a drawer in his desk and produced a wooden stake. “All I have to do is insert this into your heart with a certain degree of force and you’ll no longer be a vampire.”
“But won’t that kill me?” she asked alarmed. The doctor looked at her blankly.
“Well yes. You are an abomination now. You have to die.” he said as he stood up.
Melissa then also abruptly stood up and quickly ran to the door, only to find that it was locked. She looked around to see the doctor was quickly advancing on her with the stake in his right hand. She was so hungry now and could hear the blood gurgling through his body, his heart-rate slightly increased.
She turned to face him with her fangs out for the first time. This time she would feed and her hunger would finally be sated…
Joanne Fisher
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