memoria praeteritorum bonorum
("the past is always recalled to be good")
Hi there! This is going to be a series of short drabbles, some linked, most not though. Be warned; these are drabbles, and WILL be short. The longest will be around 500 words in length, but most will be around 100 words.
So, there you are again.
Vlad rose from his slumber, dark eyes weary with sleep. Uncrossing his arms, he moved to propel himself out of his coffin, but caught himself after a glance at his feet.
A tiny beam of light poured at the edge of the coffin; the last rays of the setting sun. It was only the smallest of sunrays, but it burned into his eyes. He sat, mesmerised, watching as the beam began to fade and glide back through the window with the glowing sunset. As Vlad watched, it was fading… failing… gone.
Not for the first time, the reluctant vampire longed for sunlight.