08 Pride Issue · 8 of 11
I am not human, the vamp said. I am no mere mortal, I replied.(I lied.) Could he hear my hearttap-tap-dancing against my ribs?
Could he sense my faint breathbated with such debauched dreadon this night? I had no crucifix,just my useless crosses to bear.
I’m never quick enough to drive in a stake. No sunshine peeks inat nighttime, and the moon hashardly ever ever burned anyone.
I called him my husband’s nameand he froze. Love? Hate? Fear?