So happy to finally begin this Richonne dark romance of supernatural and musical origins. Inspired by Tamar-kali's afropunk album, Black Bottom, this is a vampire meets human love story, with our very own Rick as the titular vampire. This is just a teaser of what's to come, with the first chapter dropping next Sunday. Hope you're interested in joining me for this journey!
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Dear Rick,
I hope you're unwell. Like down in a ditch, bleeding out, with no hope of rescue. Only then might you glimpse my level of suffering.
Hate you always,
Michonne
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Michonne's therapist would say writing hate letters before every performance was a cry for help. He might be right, though Michonne liked to think of it as more of a battle cry.
The aggressive jiggle of the door handle interrupted her sacred ritual. "Why is this locked?" Andrea yelled from the other side of the dressing room door. "Get your ass out here, Mich. We're on in two minutes!"
"I'm coming," Michonne said evenly, projecting her voice with the ease of a lead singer.
She pulled a lighter from the back pocket of her skinny jeans and flipped open the lid. Her eyes lingered on the inscription etched in the silver cap: Queen of the New Age. The words served as a reminder to never trust people beyond their actions. Benefit of the doubt was for suckers.
Holding the letter at arm's length, Michonne ignited the lighter, casting the handwritten lettering in a soft orange glow. She whispered the words that epitomized her life post-Rick. "Media vita in morte sumus." In the midst of our lives we die.
And then she set fire to the pain.
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Punk Rock Vampire
ParanormalneThe night Michonne graduated high school, Rick disappeared from her life without a trace. Years later, he returns with a vengeance, setting her on a dangerous course to discover the dark past of her true identity. Rated M for adult language, violenc...
