The Curse of Gary (Part 89)

He glared at the painting. He stood up and turned to face the mirror, then stepped toward it until he could see the painting's reflection. Fingers twitching at his sides, he watched for any sign of the vampire's appearance; there was none. The painting was—for the first time since Victor had entered the mansion—just a... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 77)

As he toppled to the carpet he looked to the door; it clicked shut, and the sound of footsteps on timber raced up along the other side of the wall. Victor stumbled over himself in a rush to get to his feet, then ran to the door and threw it open. The vampire saw him... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 48)

There was a spring in Victor's step as he left the kitchen. In the dining room, he took a steak knife from the table as he passed through, toward the door to the room with the fireplace. He turned the door knob and steadied himself. With a flick of his arm the door flung open—Victor... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 38)

For a moment Victor was stuck—crouched against the wall, breathing heavily, hands trembling—his eyes on the painting. The sixth deep clang of the bell shook him free. He exhaled with a laugh and nodded, looking at the officer in the painting. "I've got your number now," he said. He crept behind the chair nearest him... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 37)

After a long hesitation, Victor's elbows lowered and he relaxed his hold on the python. He held its face before his own. "Hmm. Maybe later," he said. The snake flicked it tongue in and out. Victor put the snake back in the sink with the other, and then took off his socks. He stretched one... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 30)

He stepped alongside the wall to his right, turning his head every few steps to check the painting. Once he reached the mirror, he crouched down on his hands and feet and scurried monkey style past the fireplace, beneath the mirror. The chair leg clunked against the floor each time he set down his right... Continue Reading →

Training Camp (Part 4)

I took off my shirt and handed it to Vlad to use as a towel. We helped him to his feet and he went into the bathroom to wash the blood off his face. "Whoa, hey!" said Mossy. "Nice ink! When did you get that done?" "When we were in Belgium," I said, turning around... Continue Reading →

Training Camp (Part 3)

The young man murmured and groggily opened his eyes. "Hey mate," Mossy said to him, "take it easy, okay? You've had a knock to the head, but you're going to be all right. Just sit still and try to relax." The young man began to mumble, but we couldn't make out what he was saying.... Continue Reading →

A Day in the Life

Ethel was awakened as usual by the shrieks of her conscience. She took a long swig from the bedside bottle of whisky, and then lay there while her soul succumbed to the anaesthetic. She knew the drill; she’d seen it in countless others whose heads she had cradled as they drifted, at first terrified, then... Continue Reading →

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