They, her parents and sister, were human. Each day they awoke, Patrick serving pancakes with lashings of maple syrup. Leticia would check the homework, offering helpful corrections. Their devoted daughter, Luliana, lapped up the attention. She thrived on sunshine, all sweetness and light, as she made friends and planned her prom night. Luliana would grow,Continue reading “Daciana: What she loses”
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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: Upstaged Matrimony
Leticia was everything, more than he deserved. Her smile gave him warmth, a fuzzy feeling at the core of his soul. Patrick swept the hair back from her neck, cupping her face. He had failed once to protect her, and he would not allow this to happen again. There was no one in the worldContinue reading “Patrick: Upstaged Matrimony”
Patrick: She’s the One
The attic, decorated in a neutral colour, was the second choice for their wedding. Surrounded by large Honduran Mahogany framed windows, the space was airy and fresh. The aisle he walked had champagne-coloured rugs lined with blue petals. Pale bronzed stands placed at the ends of oak benches boasted white roses. Two small pillars tookContinue reading “Patrick: She’s the One”
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”
Patrick: Adjustments
Patrick added the last coat of warm grey paint. He read it would give a room an airy, light feel, something this windowless basement needed. In the corner, a black framed double bed. Besides was the black table Daciana chose from the online catalogue. White dressers lined the statement burnt orange wall. A television andContinue reading “Patrick: Adjustments”
Daciana: A Living Horror Movie
The taste and sight of blood had repulsed Luliana her entire life. Daciana never felt that way. She loved horror movies, hiding under the covers, turning out the lights, and waiting for gore. Her curiosity about how her blood tasted seemed normal. When other children cut their fingers, they sucked it. So, Daciana never sawContinue reading “Daciana: A Living Horror Movie”
Patrick: Monster in our Midst
Leticia embraced Daciana. Her hand smoothed what remained of her hair. Daciana trembled, crying out in pain. A sudden stillness came over her, a calm, steady breath. Daciana turned into the embrace, accepting the comfort. A second voice seemed alien, it came from outside the body, but Leticia recognised it as her own. Searing painContinue reading “Patrick: Monster in our Midst”
Daciana: Blood
Daciana stared, her reflection defiant, a haunting look straight back at her. The scissors were heavy, hard, and stiff, driven by anger. Clumps of hair filled the sink and tumbled to the floor. Hot tears burned her cheeks as she forced the cut through thick chunks. Birthdays had come and gone, yet Charlotte had notContinue reading “Daciana: Blood”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 