Here’s an expanded snippet of my Rainbow of yesterday, in which Arthur and Ciaran will soon be feeling the effects– 🙂
“You know it’ll only be a matter of minutes until someone calls the police, Arthur.”
“What do you propose we do about it?” I ask. Ciaran presses his finger to his lips, his eyes twinkling as they develop a distinctive ebony cast. I draw back in recognition.
“To hell with watching, I’m coming with you, I know what you’re about.” We hustle over to our seasonal friend and each take an elbow, hustling him into an empty storefront. The sound of cheers and clapping follows us inside as we shut and lock the door.
“Wha’the fuck?” our friend slurs as we drag him across the empty dust-covered floor to a hallway. These storefronts are a dime a dozen in the Christmas village—for looks only on the outside.
“So Arthur,” Ciaran asks as he props up our mutual friend against a wall, “would you care to tell me just how you managed to unlock a heavy door with so little effort, and how you know what I’m about?” He looks into my eyes..
..and he knows.
They’re as black as his are, the whites disappearing just like his. I can feel my fangs erupting, getting longer, anticipating that alcohol infused meal. I was right about him, I was right. Finally.
“Why, Ciaran, dear, we’re merely protecting the young children from possible trauma at the hands of a beloved figure of myth,” I snort, looking down at said figure who is prone on the floor in a pool of his own drool.
“Why you right bastard,” he whispers. “You’re a bleeding vampire!”
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