Tealya

Fairies stoke strong emotions in all of us. They are small. They are cute. Their wings are gossamer and dew in vibrant colors. Few can resist their dainty charms and the chance to be sprinkled with their euphoric fairy dust. Fewer still know that fairies feed on the newly dead they have spent years carefully seasoning.

Fairies stoke strong emotions in all of us. They are small. They are cute. Their wings are gossamer and dew in vibrant colors. Few can resist their dainty charms and the chance to be sprinkled with their euphoric fairy dust. Fewer still know that fairies feed on the newly dead they have spent years carefully seasoning.

Vira held out one perfectly manicured hand. It was a façade but at least it was a pleasant one to look at before it was over, though there wasn’t any light to see by now. “I can still take us somewhere else. We can go somewhere nice.” Pin lay on the floor, one hand tucked under her head for comfort though it wasn’t comfortable at all. Her eyes were half open and her breathing labored. There wasn’t much air left in the little sealed room. “Then why not go? You said yourself, once I’m gone, you can leave just as easily as I breath.” She smiled at the joke. Vira knelt down next the Pin. “I do not wish to be alone, is all.” Pin continued to smile. “You can’t go without me.” Vira scowled. “You are over estimating your abilities, my little mess of a child. I can and I will leave without you. You will see.” Pin’s eyes slipped closed. “See. Yes, seeing is exactly what I will do, isn’t it?” “Ha … ha. You are dying. If I do nothing, you will die here.” With great effort, Pin rolled onto

Fairies stoke strong emotions in all of us. They are small. They are cute. Their wings are gossamer and dew in vibrant colors. Few can resist their dainty charms and the chance to be sprinkled with their euphoric fairy dust. Fewer still know that fairies feed on the newly dead they have spent years carefully seasoning.

The birds were singing. They knew it was going to be a horrible day. Birds always sing loudest on horrible days. I’d noticed that. Now don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against birds, I just think they know and enjoy human suffering. Most people don’t see it, but trust me, I’ve definitely noticed it. My vampire companion, Vampie as I called him, was ignoring them though. He had his hood pulled all the way up over his thin, pale face to protect him from the sunlight that was filtering through the trees. He hadn’t said a word to me since we got up that morning and started walking. Now I want to clarify that when I say companion, I just mean he happened to be walking down the same road as me. We weren’t friends or anything. I wasn’t even sure why he was going this way either. I was headed back to town, but he would never be allowed in. People don’t exactly want a vampire hanging around. Now that we were out of that weird temple, I didn’t even want him around. Still, here we were