“We used to travel. We used to stay in nice hotels.”
He didn’t look up, but sighed and said, as if to a child: “This is a nice hotel.”
“This was a nice hotel, before we killed everyone. Now it’s a shithole. There’s dust everywhere. The carpet is worn through.” She stood in front of him, annoyed at his lack of attention. “And I’m sick of rat blood. I want a human.”
“So go find a human and quit bothering me. I’m reading.”
She could have torn his throat out, she was strong enough. But he was her maker. “Fine.”
Love it!
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DeleteBloodthirsty! LOL
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DeleteClever and quite well written.
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DeleteOooooh, a bit of true blood in this one!
ReplyDeleteI know it's silly, but the color of the carpet just made a vampire story a mortal lock. ;-)
DeleteAre you a vampire? . . . . . lol
ReplyDeleteEddie
Only when my insomnia really kicks in
DeleteFawlty Towers meets Mrs. Lovett...
ReplyDeleteI wonder if he yells 'Manuel!'
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