She sat beside his bed. A weak coffee clutched in her hand, when she liked it strong. She’d asked for it strong. Very strong. Incredibly strong. So strong it could’ve beaten her in an argument. Instead they’d handed her something milky enough to be mistaken for a late breakfast.
Read MoreNow, being a horror writer, I suppose I should have been fine with all of this. After all, there is plenty of scope for sickness in my world. Vampirism is a form of blood disorder. True, it’s often peppered with doomed romantic intentions or teenage angst, but it’s a disorder none the less.
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