Passage through the forest was viable she had been informed, but the forest itself was inhabited by elves who shot humans on sight, apparently. Nevertheless, she plunged into the forest while making as little noise as possible.
“Human!’ A voice said from the treetops. “What are you doing here?”
“Just passing through.” She replied nervously.
“Keep moving!” The voice commanded. She moved as fast as she could. When she eventually came back out into the sunlight, she reckoned she heard laughter behind her.
Sara knocked on my door late one evening. There were bruises on her face and a nasty cut on her arm, which I quickly bandaged before taking her to the hospital and contacting the police. Why this beautiful woman was living with such a violent man I couldn’t fathom. If she had been into women, I would have gladly lived with her.
“Ah, Mozart! I knew Mozart you know.” Katherine rolled her eyes at Sylvia’s remark.
“You knew everyone.”
Both of them wore long black dresses to the opera house. Once they were seated in their own box, Katherine brought out a flask and poured some blood into two glasses. They toasted the evening and drank.
“Drat, I hoped this would be warmer.” Sylvia remarked.
“Well during the break we can always get some more.” Katherine suggested.
“This is the Alcazar of Segovia. It dates from the early twelfth century.” Megan and Nicole’s guide said as they entered what looked like a fairy-tale castle. “It’s believed to be the inspiration for the Walt Disney castle.” While being shown around with the other tourists, they discreetly held hands.
“It is like being in a fairy-tale.” Megan commented.
“Definitely!” Nicole agreed. They quickly disappeared down a corridor and began kissing. After all, it was their honeymoon.
Her eyes were dazzling
I opened the door wide
letting her into my room
she walked up to me,
began kissing my neck
then I felt her fangs
puncture my throat
she drank my blood
as I stood there helpless
under her command
leaving me weak
I know tomorrow night
she'll visit again
Katherine watched on the celebrations at her neighbour’s place. Every year they held their annual jamboree and their partying often went on into the early morning. Katherine preferred to watch it all from the darkness of her residence.
Every jamboree they made their customary ritual to invite her to join them, but she knew in her heart it was not wise for her to revel among them. She watched their festivities for a while longer and then returned to the silence and emptiness of her crypt.
“Time heals all wounds.” they said. It had been a year since Madeline had broken up with Kelly, yet she was still hurting. How long would it take for her to feel normal again? Sometimes it seemed like she was the only one who felt like this.