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It was dark, now, or nearly so, and as the moon began its vigil, so too did the dwellers of the night, chirping and rustling around the campfire. A moth fluttered against its shadow in the light cast against the ruin's walls as the two mismatched travelers spoke. Asunción thought about her...

"The shirt off your back," Asunción murmured, reluctantly accepting the tattered gift. The time that passed between her offer and his answer had far exceeded what tact would have allowed in respectable company. Luckily, this meeting was far from that. Many moments later the cloth still hung...

Is this girl an idiot? The vampire jerked his head to the side with a dismissive ‘tsk!’ as he was offered naught but curt responses bereft of the answers he sought. Still, he ceased his judgements. The town’s history seemed outwardly simple—too simple—as did the girl’s demeanor. She spoke like...

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The moon's gaze might have lingered with envy upon the plains that night. Only the orange glow of fire could pierce the twilight so easily. It swept across the plains—this wave of color, like translucent shades dancing in oil—sweeping up all in its path, orange and yellow reduced to ash. Some...

He heard her even before he could smell her, and boy, could he smell her. Always his mind would go to work before it had sufficient information, like an archeologist sketching an ancient beast after uncovering only a bony foot, or lone vertebrae. He had downed the blood of a satyr before...

The ruins were jagged like a cicada's shell. Roofs collapsed, beams sticking in the air, bones sprouting from the corpses of homes-no-more. What had murdered this place? A fire? Sweeping through the town after a candle burnt too low? Maybe a rockslide? Heavy rains could deglove mountains and...

As the woman’s spell washed over him like cold ocean spray, Asunción barked out in repetition the final line of the poetic rite—as was custom. “Till the moon turns its final run!” His words echoed over the wind, louder and more aggressively than hers, as though volume alone might dissolve the...

A vile sweetness flavored the woman’s words like the coating of a poisoned apple. A treat for an innocent. But Asunción carried no innocence in his heart, just as no blood flowed through his veins. As she touched his face, he crushed her skull in his mind’s eye with such ferocity that her...

Asunción’s eyes thinned as her surprise (and what he had thought had been inklings of fear) soured into outright cheekiness at their reversal of power. Any mercy lingering behind the vampire’s dire façade had quickly evaporated by the time of her final offer—an offer without substance, merit, or...

The sound of ripping cloth did not sate the dread-knight’s bloodlust, for he would find no sustenance in fancy linens. Here was a young and comely humanoid, a woman, who had stumbled like an ignorant fly into his domain. He would have her blood. Naïve traveler, seasoned adventurer, it mattered...

Frost clung to the damp sands this far north, crunching under his bare feat. A cold white berg, like some great whale's corpse, had drifted in from who knows where, and watched Asunción from the black horizon as he walked. The wind, the cold—neither bothered him, for he carried no warmth within...

One could not thrive on the blood of rats and seagulls. Filthy blood. Weak blood. The essence of mindless animals and winged things. You could sustain yourself on the stuff indefinitely—he knew that much, from fragmented memories—but there could be no pleasure in squeezing the life out of a...