Casimir was slow to give Daciana back her freedom after the Sulani stunt. She had lived on plasma packs and denied contact with her friends. Casimir knew what Daciana had done to Layton in a public setting. Daciana lacked remorse for her actions, blaming her inherent blood lust on a life she did not choose.Continue reading “Daciana: Spaghetti”
Category Archives: Casimir Quillian
Daciana: Sobering
Daciana wanted to crawl into bed. Sink into the comfort of her soft mattress, the blankets pulled around. She imagined the darkness of the room swallowing her. The effect of the alien blood waned over the hours it took to travel home. In her short life, she had known hunger, an unsatisfied feeling that hisContinue reading “Daciana: Sobering”
Daciana: Mai Tai
Daciana clutched the red passport, running her fingers through her blonde wig. There were advantages to having a twin sister. Although they were not identical, they shared enough similarities. Daciana pinned her hopes on the busy passport check-in so they would let her pass. She forgot the introduction of the facial and passport recognition scanners.Continue reading “Daciana: Mai Tai”
Daciana: Teenage Vampire
Leticia slammed her book. It left her hand with such force as to draw the attention of Casimir. It silenced his conversation with Patrick. The vampire tutor was stepping back from his teachings. He remained incapable of forcing Daciana to leave her family. Or the freedom she believed staying offered. Daciana could feed on herContinue reading “Daciana: Teenage Vampire”
Daciana: Handsome Drink
Casimir had followed her that night and watched as she took control of the girl in the toilets. Dacina impressed him with how she handled the situation. There were concerns over the amount of blood coming from Daciana’s victims. His initial thoughts pursued the idea Daciana was a sloppy drinker. On further investigation with aContinue reading “Daciana: Handsome Drink”
Daciana: Hunting
It was the lioness in the long grass watching gazelles grazing. The patience of knowing when to strike and when to back down. Slow movements, her body at one with the space surrounding her. Daciana observed the dancing humans. Her gazelles on the glass dancefloor, oblivious to their place on the menu. Her nature, likeContinue reading “Daciana: Hunting”
Daciana: Existence
Casimir was lukewarm to touch because of a slight tremor in his hands. The shivering was often mistaken for being of a cold disposition. As their hearts were useless after death, vampires used rapid contractions of the peripheral muscles. It helped the blood flow and digestion. The warmth from fresh human blood heated them forContinue reading “Daciana: Existence”
Daciana: Dinner
Skinny blue jeans moulded themselves to her rounded figure. A black puffy-sleeved top with a sweetheart neckline borrowed from her sister. A pair of black pumps completed her look. It was the closest Daciana came to looking respectable. The one elegant dress in her wardrobe was from the wedding, and blue was not her colour.Continue reading “Daciana: Dinner”
Daciana: Doing My Best
Casimir rebuffed Daciana, sending her hurtling back to the ground. She screamed at him; the pain scorching its way across her back. In this time of peace, vampires had no outlet for their powers. War was a distant memory. The rules governing their hunting of humans meant they needed other opportunities. Sparring amongst themselves wasContinue reading “Daciana: Doing My Best”
Patrick: Wedding Day
An elegant home once occupied by the Von Haunts sat at the edge of Windenberg. The family put their home into a trust with the intention everyone could enjoy its splendour. Rumours they could not afford the upkeep remained unfounded. Yet, they seem to allude to the spotlight these days. It overlooked the green landsContinue reading “Patrick: Wedding Day”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 