Callias lay back in the cold, unforgiving table. His blood-splattered hands were strapped to the table. The now unidentifiable fabric had been chafing but now, he could not feel. His expression was blank. The tubes that laced his body pumped mysterious fluids through his body.
And his body - it was a grisly, horrible sight to gaze upon. Once, when someone had stumbled upon the lab and inside, they had thrown up and had not even recognized him as living. They had assumed he was dead and - at the time - he was in such a dazed, hazy state, drugged so heavily with narcotics that he may as well have been.
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Music Short Stories
VampirosStories based on songs. I pick a song and have until the song finishes to write a short story.
