Week 10 (01.12.08)

46. bell

Mick PG13

The cathedral bells toll, calling people to mass. They echo in my mind as I walk down the street, remembering when those bells called me. I never asked Josef or Coraline about religion. Maybe I didn't want to find out that my suspicions were true. I was no saint when I was human, but now I think there's no hope. God doesn't want a vampire. He's for the living, not the dead, not those who must shy away from the sun, who must drink blood to survive. Each chime of the bell is like a stab in my dead heart.

47. book

Josef PG13

"I should get her to write a book about me. Make me sound all innocent and suffering."

Actually, that's not a bad idea. What should it be called? Whatever, that's not important right now. Should this reporter write it; or maybe Anne Rice? No, she went all Christian. I should write it myself! Who knows Josef Kostan better? I'm the resident expert on me. It'll be a best seller of course. Maybe we'll do a movie spin-off or a TV show. Of course, it could bring attention to the Tribe so I suppose my stunning autobiography will have to wait.

48. candle

MickCora R

The flickering light of the candles reflect off her skin. I can feel their slight warmth on my sensitive skin. She grins, eyes twinkling and I wonder what sweet torture she has in store. As if reading my thoughts, she rises from the bed. Carefully, she picks up one of the wax pillars and, kneeling beside me, she slowly tips the candle. The flame flickers and hot wax drips onto my skin. I hiss and arch toward her, body begging for more. I sense her delight and she repeats the action, moving further down my body.

My wicked, beautiful Coraline.

49. bowl

MickBeth PG13

I dip the cloth into the bowl of water and wash away the blood. I almost died today, but that's not what is making my hand shake; knees weak. Mick's hardly let me stray more than inches from him and now he's standing behind me. Concentrate on the bowl. Not on his hand on the counter; or him standing there, so close I can feel him through the layers of our clothes; or the tickle of his breath in my hair. The near miss has obviously affected him as well. What would he do if I turned around right now?

50. blade
Freshie Drabble R

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