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“Holy crap! It’s not working! Run! Run!”

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“Hello? Is anybody here?”

Behind me the door clicked heavily shut. The velvet curtains rustled as they fell back into place, blocking all natural light. I stood for a moment and let my eyes adjust to the gloom. When they did, I could see that the shop, or “shoppe” as the sign had proclaimed it, was spacious and well-appointed, with a wide array of merchandise. It was, however, completely empty and rather shadowy. Read the rest of this entry »

The lover:

A single candle flares to life in a curtained night chamber, and I know my journey is over. I came here to watch outside the manor house in the silent darkness of early morning, standing in anxious vigil as I awaited a sign. The light speaks to me, tells me I have not quested in vain.

But what power has called me here?

I thought never to return to this land, this land of my birth, this land where once my ancestors ruled with the law of sword and knout, and townsman and peasant alike abased themselves in the dust as our curtained carriages rumbled past.

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He is home by six o’clock and in a flash of optimism, puts out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He walks around the downstairs rooms, looking at them with a stranger’s eye. He plumps up the cushions on the sofa. By seven o’clock he is showered and wearing well cut black jeans and a pale blue shirt.

By seven fifteen, when Caro is quarter of an hour late, he feels a fool for believing that a beautiful blonde he has met at a New Year’s Eve fancy dress party could ever be interested in him. He starts to open the wine and nearly drops the bottle when the doorbell rings.
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The two young Japanese women couldn’t read the waiver and didn’t care. “…and hereby acknowledge and fully understand that by permitting the vampire to feed on me, I will be engaging in an activity that may result in serious injury, permanent disability or death…” The tourists barely spoke English, and that was what Dennis wanted: this night he would face no monotonous questions. A month of interrogations by other donors had left him sick of talking.
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