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| Written by Jag Blane | |
| Monday, 04 August 2008 | |
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Coming out into the night air blood full of alcohol and other toxins, laughing and joking, none realise how short their time could be. Arm in arm two stagger away from the protection of the herd, leaving the bright lights that announce drink, drugs and loud music. Wandering into the darkness neither see the shadow that is not cast by light, flitting along behind them waiting and watching. Then as they turn taking a fatal short through the empty graveyard mist rolls in around them. What was insubstantial starts to become solid. A black cloud of rage and hunger envelopes the two who only now start to aware of the possibilities of what lives in the night. Red eyes stare unblinking, fangs of white bite and claws attached to pallid hands slash. All surrounded by the cloud of blackness that like oil and water refuses to blend with the white mist. In all too short a time two bodies are spread on the ground surrounded by the impenetrable blackness whilst the rage subsides and the hunger is sated. Then as the mist rolls back the scene returns to normal, no trace of what has occurred is left, only that one of the graveyards eternal sleepers has two guests, permanently. Copyright 2008 Jag Blane |
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