There hadn’t been a winter this cold since 1889.
He could almost see her now, playing with him in the snow, the first time he’d felt human in 400 years. She’d known what he was but had loved him completely, trusted him completely.
She shouldn’t have.
The urge had been too strong, the winter, too long. And a dream, so sweet, transformed into a nightmare when he awoke to what he’d done.
Her memory was fading now, his immortality, a curse.
He’ll shiver by her grave tonight until the morning sun, to see a dawn they never could have shared.
Author bio: KM Zafari writes a lot of Twitter Fiction, many short stories, and is currently working on a couple of novels. Why The Bat in the Hat? "Sometimes dark, sometimes silly. If Poe and Seuss had a love child, it would probably be... unattractive - but might think just like me." Winner of the "Writer's Digest" Shortest Short Story Contest.
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Vampir is part of 101 Fiction issue 2.
I love tragic, suicidal vampires! Hopefully, the sun will crisp him and he'll end up ashes on her grave. A perfect ending for him.
ReplyDeleteThe dream and awakening - such a perfect monster's nightmare.
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