I spent the night upstairs - working, scheming, plotting. Through her eyes I have seen many things: her life, her passwords.
She can't hide from me. There is nowhere in this world she could go where I couldn't find her. She must know this, even if she may deny it.
With each click of my fingers on the keys, her noose tightens. She may not realize it yet, but she will soon.
I am everywhere and nowhere. I am inescapable. Just like the chains she bound me in.
Kismet. Fate. Just desserts. Call it what you will.
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Chasing Mildred
VampireThis series of tweets, posted as part of the #TwitterFiction Festival 2015, flings you into the head of Nosferatu Keel as he schemes and plots to bring the sorceress Mills back to the Michigan compound. Essentially, it's Part One of RULER from Keel'...
