Don't Piss Off A Ghost - TN March CDE
Apr. 24th, 2009 01:39 amThe dream was one that Adrien had been having more and more frequently of late, even during the night when he was supposed to be awake. Adrien was back in his family’s ancestral home in southern France. He was hungry. Not unusual for him back then. He had missed more meals than he’d eaten in his mortal life. His children run out to meet him where he stood unsaddling and brushing his horse. Watching them run to him, he felt a profound sense of dread. He ran away from them, but they were everywhere around him, teasing him with their sweet scent. The hunger drove him into a frenzy. He snapped his daughter’s neck in his eagerness for her blood. His other children beat at their demon father, but to no avail. Only the last one, his sweet little Catherine, tried to run, but he caught her easily. Her blood was the sweetest. He regained sense with the last rush of her blood and screamed in horror. The broken corpses of his children beat him to his knees and smothered him. He lashed out at them and ran, his mind reeling with the horror he had become…
( Originally posted in Tenebrae Nostro... )