Stuff like this comes out of my keyboard when I don’t feel like writing. 😉
She leaned close to the mirror and examined the tattoo. It covered up the scar very well, distracted the eye with intricate whorls and angles of black ink.
Her man appeared in the mirror, right behind her shoulder. His tattoo was white, bright against the inky darkness of his skin. It made a pretty pattern of slashes and dots on his throat and arms.
He put both hands on her shoulders. “Ready?”
She turned, met his red eyes. The eyes of a hunter; the eyes she would soon have. “Yes.” This had been decades in the coming, but she was ready now.
The room was prepared, clean, the knives sharp and the drains cleared.
She stripped and lay down; the paper crinkled under her.
Her maker ran his fingers over her throat. She tracked the movement of his hands when he stroked his knuckles down her arm.
She gasped when he slashed her wrists open. The wound hurt. He held her down, pinned her arms to the table so she wouldn’t move. She flexed her fingers against the steel of the table, trying to block the pain. But soft whimpers escaped from her.
Warm blood gushed down the drains. Her vision went black at the edges. Her last sight was of her man being led in and lying down in the table next to her.
They would be together.
Eeep, that was darkity darkly dark!
Is that good?
Dark but why did he kill her?
To become a vampire! They will together forever and ever!
Oh, interesting. I didn’t pick up on the idea that they were vampires.
I guess it wasn’t obvious. I didn’t mention vampires anywhere.
Wow, dark and intense. Good job.
Thanks Medeia!
Not much into paranormal, but loved the tautness of this, and the vivid descriptions. this is what happens when you don’t want to write 🙂 ? You must be a super-awesome writer when you actually do.
LOL You give me too much credit. I didn’t make my writing goal at all yesterday. Thanks!
Oh my. Sound a little like my thoughts.
Your thoughts must be scary!
Eeep!! That was horrifying. Well done.
Yes! Thanks Andrea!
I 5think some of our best writing comes when we are not particularly in the mood tow rite, or are tired and the usual filters of our brain are less effective and can give access to the darker, more unseen parts of our psyche
When we are so tired our inhibitions are down? Could be.
I’m glad I wasn’t eating when I read this! 🙂 Great imagery here Sonia!
Thanks Deanna!
Short, dark and to the point. Reads like someone I know 😉 me!
LOL Must be good to be you!
I like the things that come out of your keyboard.
Thanks a lot David!
The running of the fingers on the throat made me think vampires, but then I wasn’t sure – glad to know I was right. 😉 That line describing the room is wonderfully crisp! Great stuff.
Thanks Sue!
Woah that’s dark but I really loved it! I always enjoy reading your writing. You make me want to get back into fiction writing (which I haven’t done since high school).
Oh I hope you do. That would be fantastic,
Eek! Well written, but I apparently don’t have the stomach for vampire fiction. This sort of thing seriously freaks me out, so you did it well!
Thanks a lot!
So… did her maker feed “her man” to her?
Wow, that was harsh. But why was she bled out?
So she could be turned into a vampire!
Very dark. Well done :).
Thanks!
Very dark, Sonia!