The vampire dragged itself to the foot of the bed, struggling to raise itself on faltering wingtips. A frail figure lay almost hidden beneath the tangled gray bedclothes.
The woman awoke, groping for the chain of her crucifix, clasping it to her wrinkled throat with gnarled fingers.
“Please…don’t touch me…not again.” Read the rest of this entry »
So there he was at the party, all dressed up with nobody to bang. Justin knew he looked good, no, looked excellent in his brick-red suit. He’d had it custom-tailored, cut just right to hang off of his muscles and accent his physique. The fabric clung to his chiseled curves, not hiding but accentuating. A body this hard took hours and hours of maintenance, and he wanted to show it off as much as possible. His hundred-dollar haircut was snarled and messy, a stylish kind of do, what all the kids twenty years younger than Justin were wearing. Two handfuls of sticky gel had been applied to his scalp and ruffled with his fingers, and if it was all the rage to look like you’d just gotten out of bed, Justin had no problem. Modern Fashion was a beast so ugly that its face changed every five minutes, and the trick wasn’t in protesting how ugly the beast was, but actually keeping pace and matching it. Read the rest of this entry »
Hi, I’m Dave York, but no one ever calls me that, everyone calls me Dead Dave. Not because I’m dead, no not at all, but because I’m a killer. I’m a sort of preternatural assassin, It’s a dangerous job so I don’t do it alone. There used to be only the two of us, me and Louie. But because ol’ Dave here’s a soft heart’ the business is a threesome now, topped off by Saint Aloysus of the Grove, He’s a vampire. I know what you’re thinking, how can a vamp be a saint? Well, shit happens, know what I mean? Read the rest of this entry »
Inching back his cuff, Reno looked at his Rolex. It wasn’t the real thing, only a moderately good copy. He never quite managed to get enough cash together for the genuine article, as his friend who managed his money insisted he handed over the bulk of his earnings. Reno was either too stupid or too wise to ask where his money went. He got money for the essentials and the odd luxury, which was fine by him. Read the rest of this entry »
“An intriguing case by anyone’s standards, Dr Carfax,” the painfully young junior doctor burbled excitedly, consulting his notes. “The patient..-”
“Thinks she’s bleedin’ Count Dracula, pardon the pun,” a burly nurse sniffed from the paper-strewn desk, meaty tattooed arms crossed across his white-uniformed chest. Read the rest of this entry »
Powered by eShop v.4
