Chevalier is pissed

            Chevalier awoke on a low couch inside what looked like a corporate lounge with a panoramic window that overlooked the lights of the city. He sat bolt upright, and fought to steady the surge of madness that tore through his psyche, a hideous reminder of the toll that traveling across the ocean had taken on him.

Chevalier Arrives

            It was unnaturally cold for early fall, and even though the sun had set hours ago, the inside of the hanger was illuminated as brightly as a field at a football stadium.  Christie folded her arms across her chest and scowled, noting as she looked at her watch that even though she’d arrived at nine the plane had yet to appear three hours later.

Trouble in Vamp town

            Timaeus stared at the video that had been linked into an email for him from the very last person that he’d been expecting to hear from. Despite the distance between them and the years they’d spent away from each other, Timeaus half expected to feel the rasp of metal-tipped fingernails on his throat.

The Friendly Ghost

Danielle Marroquin skipped down the hallway of the Sacred Heart Hospital of Minneapolis, seemingly unaware of how frail she really was. Her once round, rosy cheeks were sunken and hollow, the skin pulled tight across her bones and deathly pale, her wide, laughing eyes the only thing still bright and vibrant about her.