Short Story Collection

In The Beginning

In the Beginning

In the beginning Kara rose from the coffin, the smell of blood still surrounding her and it as good.

Kara fed and rampaged and killed many the night before and it fulfilled her thirst.

Before then she had slumbered peacefully in her airtight coffin. She had been visited just before her death by a strange man with sharp teeth. Sleeping soundly no longer appeased her and it bored her endlessly. Kara broke the coffin and found her thirst, ravaging her mind with violent images. This excited her. She abandoned the cemetery and went hunting, and it was good.

She commanded those above her to fear her, to stay indoors at night, to bless their home, and they were indeed fearful.

All at once she knew their fear, she felt it, smelled it, tasted it, relished in it, enjoying its sharp sensations.

Kara was most powerful now and that pleased her. Now once a week, if she is not up to it, she rampages again. Kara kills more often if the smell of a villager makes it to her small dwelling outside of the village. But this violence and bloodshed and death do please her

And it is all very good.