It is a seasonal Halloween story, comprised of 31 Parts each written with 31 words, one for each of the thirty one days of October, with the story culminating on Halloween Night.
I have further complicated it by challenging myself to produce it in...
They remain in hiding, hanging like dirty rags from rafters in the belfry, the eager and angry, leaderless colony of flesh-eating bats, await the coming banquet. Interest in the mortal flesh below has been suppressed, there is a statelier matter to be resolved, each one seeks to become the heiress apparent. Now the time has come, for their human sustenance to depart, no gold or treasure did they find, the loss of life was indeed a heavy price to pay in their reckless charge toward fools gold.
Cautiously, beastly bats unfold their wings, readying themselves for a sudden plunge toward the feast, where remnants of the previous incarnation will inseminate the future queen, with a fertile fusion of Lover's blood and Vampire Dust. A royal ascendancy awaits the coronation of a new bat queen, but no quarter will be shown, the swarm fight to a warriors death, for the right to be crowned queen. Armageddon awaits as the Quora perform a synchronized dive from the belfry, into a merciless melee, most are dead or dying before reaching their goal. There was no other course, tooth and claw ripped and slashed into bat flesh and bone until the only thing left was their tattered remains dancing on the air, like a bloody confetti.
In this battle royal, there was no heroic winner, the only survivor falls limply to the ground, from where she drags her bloodied and battered frame across the floor, even in her deathly throes she finds the inner strength to bathe in, and lap up the putrid bloody fusion. Born from the blood of a human female and an ancient vampires dust, it is the magical potion of eternal life and even halfway between life and death it gives her the strength to drag herself by her only unbroken claw, to reach the open coffin, where her sagging remains slip inside like molten lava, to rapidly congeal, almost invisible upon its red satin covers. Nefariously the devilish lid closed in silence to conceal the crisped remains. A new host now waits in State, for her reincarnation and a time to wreak revenge for her unexpected incarceration.
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