by Angel Zapata
Daniel collapsed. Diners eating at the local restaurant surrounded him.
"You okay, sir?” A single mom was unable to ascertain a pulse. He wasn’t breathing.
Daniel popped open his eyes, and using his teeth, tore through her neck.
She screamed and crumpled to the ground. She wasn’t breathing.
Two minutes later she opened her eyes.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Repetitive Nature of Death
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4 comments:
Very nice, tight -
oh the redundancy of vamping...a little sex with the biting is a sure way to beat those feeding blues ;)
heh heh heh
but wait, I was thinking zombies, not vampires
does the restaurant serve brains?
I'll have what he's having!
Vamps in a restaurant. Too funny.
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