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A light black jacket and small backpack completed her outfit. His coach and nearly pissed himself ing the young man up to the football team. Heather groaned as her eyes fluttered open. A huge mahogany desk lived in an oasis of soft yellow light that emanated from dark green lamps. Her smile deepened and the faint hints of dimples appeared.
His hands were loose against his sides and his eyes roamed ceaselessly along the hallway. The world beyond was darkness and the pale, overweight man sitting behind the desk looked as if he had lived his entire life in that tiny realm.
Wind buffeted her face and fur and she spiraled down to the ground before swooping back up. Claws rending flesh. Bright morning light peeked around the edge of the thick, red curtains of their east-facing window. Usually, she dreamed of huge, dark figures moving slowly across a shattered landscape.
An older gentleman walked by and Robert watched him pass. Karyn hummed to herself as she closed her apartment door.
The young man was large for his age, heavily muscled with a thick neck and a square jaw. Speaking seemed to take too much effort. A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure.
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Goosebumps rose from his arms and the young man hugged himself, hands rubbing against his arms. Heather begins to change as night approaches. He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked.
At the conclusion to the story, Heather succumbs to her thirst and learns what happens when she loses control. I swear to fucking god. The rush of excitement from the chase and the kill. She wore a pair of old, white running shoes along with her bright pink scrubs.
Part 3 of 4. The sun lay low on the horizon, half-hidden behind the taller buildings downtown. Heather thought wearily. Catching prey in flight.
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She was nearly always being chased by something in those dreams while, around her, people screamed in pain and terror. The young woman looked up at him and smiled. The walk to the local bus stop was short and Karyn nearly danced the entire way. Not just failed but spectacularly failed. She clutched at the dream as she woke; rarely were they as happy and simple as the one she was waking from.
This is from a commission that I failed to complete on time. She walked down the hallway to the stairs, skipping steps gleefully until she reached the bottom. Her body felt heavily and useless, as if she were buried under the thick, old quilt. Karyn raised her face to the sun with her eyes closed, smiling for no other reason than happiness at being outside. The smell of blood filling the air. Heather lost track of her dreams, memories and reality.
Massive velvet curtains blocked all outside light to the room. Her jaw cracked, mouth opening wide before she lowered her arms, twisting each t. Her freckles stood out in harsh contrast against her pale skin. She dreamed she was flying and it was as glorious as she remembered. Turning, she walked toward her aide and continued down the hallway while he followed behind her.
Paul stood to the side of the door.