“But, then, the thirst began. A small child had fallen on the sidewalk outside my home. He bled only a very little bit, but I could not control myself… I was compelled to extract the blood as soon as I smelled it. I had been unable to dictate my obsession until Tuesday, when you cut yourself.” Darsie stopped and looked at his hands.
“I don’t understand. How does that explain what is happening now?” I ventured.
“How can you not understand? I cheated the devil and—I’m dying. Slowly and painfully, like all of my victims.” Darsie collapsed to the floor. I watched the man from whom I’d cowered just moments before, whimper like a child.
“’Twas a noble thing you did, trying to save you wife.” I knelt down next to him and stroked what was left of his hair.
“She resented me after that—” His eyes grew wide with fear, gazing at something I could not yet see. “Go now, quickly!” he urged, pointing to the door. Running out of his house, my ears were filled with his screams of terror.
Inspired by
“I fear the end has at last come. I’ve avoided it for too long. He’s sure to come for me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Abo…A sequel to Darsie Anderson VI
About the author
Laine the Grey
At a charming little cattle farm, near a pretty deadly lake
I am now officially in the League of Awesomeness as The Sarcastic Scribe
There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like life, particularly a good one, which is well worth staying up all night to finish. —Lemony Snicket
Books I am Currently Reading
Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky
City of Ember by Jeane DuPrau
As it were, summer is drawing to a close…This year, I am undertaking AP English and a potentially useless year of gym…
So, if I’m not on Ficlets as much as I used to be, deal with it.
Most of my Ficlets are inspired by books, Billy Joel, or Jack Johnson songs.
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“Good night, my angel, now it’s time to sleep and save these questions for another day. I think I know what you were going to ask”—“Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)”, Billy Joel (Part of the Billy Joel Posse with T. F. Torrey, pens&feathers, and BARomero.)
Published on March 31, 2008.
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