Lookee what Fiorella found in her document file--her never-published vampire novel, and here's a taste of it!
Tally
huddled in the far corner of the back seat of the cab returning her to the
ferry terminal. It reminded her of her
first trip to New York four years ago, covered with a dark sheet and curled up
in the back seat of a limousine with heavily tinted windows. She'd been seventeen then, confused and
alone, heading toward the only sanctuary she knew. Now she was twenty-two, confused and alone,
with no sanctuary in sight.
So, Helen had been right on the money
about the effects of sexual excitement.
Tally curled her fingers into her palms. There
was blood beneath her nails. Well, at least
she hadn't bitten Stephen, but the thought
of tasting him made her hunger surge again, almost painful in its intensity. She pressed a hand to her stomach and
studied the loutish cabbie's thick, fleshy neck. Would
anyone really miss him?
No, Tally, you have a choice! Even louts have families who love them.
Breathing slowly and
deliberately, she tried to calm herself.
She could handle this. In fact, she had prepared for emergencies like this. Opening up her purse, she searched methodically for a
small silver flask, unscrewed the lid, and lifted it to her lips., then rolled the thick, dark liquid on
her tongue before letting it slide down her throat. With all the insulation, the flask couldn't
hold much, but it was enough.
She licked lips and smiled in
satisfaction. God bless anti-coagulants.
The cab driver's eyes followed her
in the rear-view mirror.
"Just for emergencies,"
she called from the darkness of the back seat, with what she hoped was a
jaunty smile.
He didn't reply but his eyes snapped
back to the road again. She took one
more sip. Why had she thought she had to explain herself to him? So what if some loutish cab driver thought
she was an alcoholic? He'd probably seen
a lot worse--and at least he wasn't dead.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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