Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.
One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?
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Vampire Short Story - Sweet Tooth, Sweet Fangs
Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn
Quinn studied the box of chocolates, finding them irresistible.
“Just one. One measly chocolate,” he decided. “Perhaps one with a jelly center; a raspberry center.”
One pudgy finger supporting a nail that would have been considered far too long for a woman, and totally unacceptable for a man, plunged into one rich chocolate after another, searching for that raspberry center.
“There she blows!”
Quinn’s glory was very short-lived, Emma swatting him hard on the hand. He delivered a distinct pout, his annoyance obvious. Swiftly, he deposited the raspberry-centered chocolate, nail to mouth before she could do anything to stop him.
Emma; the bossiest old bat in the pack. Beltzen should be hung to dry with a garland of garlic for forcing him to obey this hussy of a vamp! How dare he appoint Emma as his weight coach!
In the first place, Quinn didn’t understand why Beltzen had ordered him to lose weight. He stood six foot even, without the elevator shoes, and weighed in at 402 pounds. And what was wrong with that?
Beltzen, their undisputed leader, claimed that Quinn looked hideous these days, unattractive if you will. If only he could ask a mirror’s opinion, but of course that option was out. click to continue
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