Fetish For The Finite ~ A Fearless Vampire Killers Tale

A cold British morning

Kiers P.O.V

I slammed the flat door behind me not caring about the neighbours, if the music didn’t wake them then the door certainly wouldn’t. The sound of the door slamming reverberated throughout the abandoned dingy hallway; some people may fear this place but to me and Laurence it was home.

I made my down to the newsagents at a leisurely pace; the cold British air causing my skin to pale and giving me Goosebumps. I really should have brought a coat, I always do this! A few people stared at me as I walked down the street my red hair standing out on this dark dingy typical English morning. Most people however didn’t stare; the locals have become accustomed to me and the way I look.

India the girl at the newsagents flashed me a smile as I walked in grabbing my copy of kerrang from behind the desk. Her smile lit up the place as much as her lagoon blue hair did; I loved her hair, as she did mine. ‘You did it again kee’ she almost singed handing me the magazine opened to the article on the top 50 greatest rockstars today. I was 20. That’ll be £2.20 she said giggling at the shocked expression on my face.