Charlotte: Master of Herself

Charlotte’s phone remained quiet, as though Patrick and Eliza knew she was not of their world. It gave her space for her to discover her true nature. She wrestled with her thirst, unsatisfied by plasma fruit blends. Caleb made her focus on control in a dark, meditative state. Plumes of purple smoke billowed around herContinue reading “Charlotte: Master of Herself”

Charlotte: As in Death

Caleb remembers; Vlad is a stickler for tradition. The coffin, funeral charade, and buried six feet down. Charlotte deserved better than fear as she was reborn to him. His hands trembled as the memories flooded his system. Caleb panicked; vampires had no need of breath unless speaking; his was rapid. The silence, blackness, the confinesContinue reading “Charlotte: As in Death”

Charlotte: Blood Rite

Part Two Her eyes pleaded; Caleb backed away; he could feel the weight of Vlad, his voice warning him what would happen. Curtains twitched; Charlotte swore she would find a way to live immortal. Either Caleb turned her, or she would knock on every door and welcome death if that’s what they offered. A lifeContinue reading “Charlotte: Blood Rite”

Charlotte: Blood Rite

Part One Forgotten Hollow, as its name suggests, is a hamlet. A quiet place off the beaten track surrounded by dark, foreboding trees. Five homes surrounded an empty park, once a vibrant place; filled with children. Caleb could recall playing there with his sister Lilith. Their laughter echoed in his mind, a life long forgottenContinue reading “Charlotte: Blood Rite”

Charlotte: …Forever?

Caleb’s cold skin pressed to her absorbing its warmth, heart rapid at his touch. His teeth lengthened, sinking into flesh. Blood as it trickled along her collarbone, dripped down to her breasts. This pleasure, his desire, made her defenceless, and Charlotte wanted him to devour her. She pulled the duvet tighter around her, body twistedContinue reading “Charlotte: …Forever?”

Charlotte: The Talk

Part Two Caleb believed they should wait; take their time; someone so young should treasure their virtue; ensure the person they surrendered it to was worth every moment. Everything she desired was sitting on her bed, a soul that believed in remaining chaste and chivalrous, encouraging her to hold on for someone or something better.Continue reading “Charlotte: The Talk”

Charlotte: “The Talk”

Part One Charlotte knew, zero doubts in her mind that she had, at the tender age of sixteen, met the man, her eternal partner. Heartbeat rapid, cheeks glowed, a text from him made her float, the joy she spread infected the house. Emilie mused; Charlotte proclaimed to love a man she had met twice. HeContinue reading “Charlotte: “The Talk””