Connie locks the front door of her apartment, collapses on her sofa, and manages to crack a smile in spite of being dead tired. Although Most has her pulling triple-shifts in the sack room, she’s back to being Constance Ann Smith again.… Read Full Article
Dr. Most turns off the juice. Connie’s body goes into spasms. Her legs and arms twitch violently. Drool runs out of the corners of her mouth. Her piercing blue eyes are filled with madness, menace, and loathing.
Ann Constance Smith, a Darque patient trustee who is no relation to Connie, walks up to the table.… Read Full Article
So many names, so many incarnations, but always the same evil. I am Kane, sister of Abel. I am Kane, killer of Abel. I am Mondo “Mad Dog” Coll, the Dark Angel of the Apocalypse. I am Dracula’s first wife, the Crimson One, Stigmata.… Read Full Article
You’ve called in your last marker with that killing. So listen closely and look deeply into my eyes. You like listening to my voice, don’t you? It’s so smoky, so sexy, and so very feminine. You like looking into my baby blues even more, don’t you?… Read Full Article
“Call ‘em inhuman. Call ‘em Infernal. Call ‘em immortal. Call ‘em faerie. Call ‘em what you will. They’re race is still Vampyre. And their so-called races are still Vampyre clans. Ergo, they’re all Lost!”
People come here for kock. What they get is eaten: kimchi. Enemies of the State get lured here, looking for escape. What they get is eaten: kimchi. Pat has told it so much about Sarah. And, when it gets Sarah here, it’ll eat the girl too.… Read Full Article
Dr. Most walks up to the observation window and points at the door; then she rests her hands on her hips, fingers drumming, and impatiently and loudly taps the keen toe of her left pump against the tiled floor. Connie buzzes the bossy lascivious psychiatrist out.… Read Full Article