Miekyll walked down the empty street, sighing. The only sound was his clacking, echoing heels of his boots against the ground. No one was around. No one was out. They were all sleeping, in the safety of their own homes or apartments. But not Miekyll.
The only company was the flitting and fading shadows that swirled around him in the haziness that the early morning brought. Adjusting his guitar, he turned into an alley, finding a hobo passed out, as was customary for such a huge city. Finally. A meal. Not exactly five star, but whatever. As he bent down, he couldn't help but think:
"It sucks being a vampire."
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Music Short Stories
VampireStories based on songs. I pick a song and have until the song finishes to write a short story.
