She cried out in agony as the sun rose and darkness retreated. She held one small, dainty-looking hand to her stomach, blood staining her fingers and silver-scarred palm. Her midnight hair was wild as the harsh winds blew through the valley; her knees ached against the rain-soaked ground.

She took in one last breath, holding in her lungs the scent of autumn, the first drop of sun, the icy mists that the night leaves behind as it flees the days.

The scent of her death on the horizon. She raised her blood-streaked face to the rising sun, her eyes blind to its bright beauty; seeing only the release it would bring from a life of slow-moving time. Her free hand dug into the moist soil, drawing desperate life from its vitality. She knew it was useless. Even had the sun not been rising upon her, she would have died from her wounds. The sun merely brought Death closer, faster.

Life streamed from the earth to her fingertips, spreading to her abdomen, knitting flesh and broken bone, stitching ripped organs and severed veins. She could feel that green power flowing, rushing in her veins. She felt alive. The sun caressed her upturned face.  Her lips twisted in an obscene smile of joy as she died.

Keyword: Vampire Death Sun

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Posted by indianaman130 2008-06-16 15:03:44 .... Nice scene, well written, not overly descriptive, but enough to give me a nice mental image. + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-06-16 18:45:23 .... really liked the last sentence. so what happened to her in the first place?? + Report this comment
Posted by D.A. Ross 2008-06-16 19:33:17 great description well crafted, reminded me of some of the classic vampire horror movies where they relied on the acting, rather than the special effects. adding to favorites TY + Report this comment

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