I’ve recently been taking part in the serial written by the group. Published twice a week (roughly) each author writes 400-800 words set in a fantasy world. Here’s my contribution.
Smoke & Shadows Episode 14 – By V C Willow
I could hear them thundering behind me, the padding of their feet? Paws? Making rhythmic steps as they chased after me down the alley. I sensed her watching me atop the flat roof of the building as they chased me, my red cape flying behind me flapping in the gale that I left in my wake as I set the location for my demise. I was hoping that they would be fool enough to be taken by the scent and illusion I had left behind that they should not sense the trace of my disappearance. It was getting late, I could hear the ringing of the bell calling the workers to the night shift at the local factory where twelve hours of hard labour was the punishment from the enforcers for petty crimes and disobediences.
As I turned the corner I could almost feel the foul rasping breath of the creatures behind me that chased after me. My only sin was the promise of easy feed and a command from the saints that I be an example to dissuade others from mixing with humans, us supernals were to be kept apart and our offspring an abhorrence in their eyes.
The end of the alley, was now the set piece, the final move in this game of chess to set off a series of events that would eradicate the angelic enforcers and the saints forever. But it was not for now that I should worry my heads over such things, I had only to worry at this moment of timing my acts perfectly least I be discovered and that the long game would not be set in motion. I took a laboured breath blowing my cheeks out in to two balled orbs either side of my ruby red lips as my heels clicked faster and I was cornered. I was finally in control, playing a part, no longer subject to the whim and fancy of others random wants and prejudices and I was determined to play this part perfectly. I subtly slowed my pace, feigning horror at being trapped as they surrounded me in this dank alley filled with the stench of rotten food and bodily waste. Twisting my body round in a circle, looking as though I was looking for a way out, I looked over the building seeing in my minds eye the face of the figure on the roof a faint smile was beginning to curl her lips at the edges into a grim smile. The blood injected body that almost doubled my weight bounced against my legs and my torso. As they tore into the corpse, the gore and blood would be released and they would see only the remains of my torn red cape, and the slivers of meat that would be mistaken for my body. I could only hope that in the confusion and frenzy they would not notice that the bones scattered across the alley floor were human and they would not think that my flesh tasted slightly old for a fresh kill. I looked human and should taste as such, but the body that I had Frankensteined for them to tear into was from a corpse I had bribed the mortician for, that had been dead for the last two days. I could only hope that the fresh blood taken from the willing vamp tramps – the humans willingly providing blood for the vampires – would fool them. Concentrating hard I let them move closer and closer, until the first pounced forward and I dissipated leaving behind only my cape and the tainted body for them to devour. I could only pray that the illusion I had cast was stable enough to keep my face imprinted on the corpses head. For all intents and purposes they would think that it was me they had just savaged.