Ernst ducked around the corner, black cape swishing behind him. His fangs...they were throbbing. He needed to quench his thirst, calm his lust, but there was only one way to do it. Just get to the fridge, get to the fridge before he destroyed any more furniture...Ernst had a large stockpile there for when his vampiric urges arose, and he just needed to make it there...nearly there now...got it! He tore open the door to the fridge, reached in with a pale and trembling hand, and snatched up the one thing to help him. His fangs sunk deep, and he moaned inwardly in pleasure as his disgusting slurping noises filled the room. He set it down finally and walked away from the dried husk of what used to be a block of Swiss cheese.
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File Under: Fiction, Speculative
NouvellesThis is a collection of short stories I write/co-wrote at a class I went to over the summer called Speculative Fiction. Don't judge me too harshly.
