‘Sharp White Teeth’ by Louis Burgess
Cats: Vampire Fiction | Comments OffI was born into this living death in the nineteen-thousand-and-twenty-fifth consecutive Year of Our Lord (an impressive run by Our Lord, unlikely to be bettered for several millennia, at least). I had been feeling slightly off colour for almost a week, and was seriously considering a visit to the local doctor, when a charming, well-dressed man with smouldering eyes jumped at me from a bush and started eating my neck. Read the rest of this entry »
On the day that the box was brought aboard, the first mate told me that it would be the cause of all our deaths and I felt a great happiness at the notion. None of us, of course, knew what the box contained, although there were plenty of rumours.
Priscilla’s eyes fell to Jared’s arm. They followed the long, thick vein that extended from his wrist to his chest, and beneath that, she imagined, to his beating heart. He watched her eyes, feeling the desire in them. 