Lorcan: Part 1_THE BLACK RAINCOAT_To Each His Own_The Good Mother
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Lorcan: Part 1
I’d only pierced the necks of a few mortals in almost two decades of being a vampire. I should be craving it, yearning for it, even killing for it. Human blood to vampires is the equivalence as gold is to humans. Yet, the rich aroma of human blood didn’t quench my thirst. In fact, it curled my stomach.I feed on the blood of pigs. You’re feeling sorry for those pigs, but nonetheless, I have to eat or I will die. I’m not quite sure if drinking pig blood is against the law as a vampire, so I stick to myself and hunt alone.Even the broiling rays from the sun had no effect on my pale and agile body...
THE BLACK RAINCOAT
It was quarter to twelve soon, it would be midnight. It had been raining heavily outside since morning and I could not comprehend what to do. Mine was a small house in the hilly region of Darjeeling. It was on the outskirts of the main town towards the north and was a little elevated from the main road that goes straight to the famous mall. The house was probably the last one on the northern side of Darjeeling. From here, the dense forests spread across a few kilometers to another higher range in the valley. From here, the road went towards West Sikkim through the hills and forests. My family ...
To Each His Own
“Are you coming tonight? I have a special dinner planned.” he whispered, his excitement palpable as he pulled her closer into him. He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in deeply, playfully licking and biting her. She felt his warm breath caress her neck and shivered. He pulled her in closer. How she loved these intimate moments. He had been planning something very special for her for a while now. “Of course my love. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” She closed her eyes and snuggled contentedly into his warmth. She wished she could remain here forever. A soft sigh escaped her lip...
The Good Mother
I woke up drenched in sweat. It seemed to be happening more and more often lately. I sat up in bed, gasping as if I’d just completed a half-marathon. “Another damned nightmare” I thought irritably. “Can’t get away from the jackass, even in my sleep.” I looked around at the dark bedroom, observing the whirlwind of clutter that obscured most of the hwww.onedoor.ccardwood floor from view. The small, dirt-streaked window only allowed a few rays of morning sunlight to penetrate the room. As the fog of sleepiness cleared from my brain, I realized my head was pounding like someone had knocked me out cold with a bl...