By Moonlight Wrought (Bt Moonlight Wrought)
“the “creature,” the “abomination,” but “fiend” was the name It liked best. Man and woman came out into the darkness less now, but driven by their own nature, many humans lived in the night, as did the Fiend. They shared the night, but not for long. Soon, It would rule; one life at a time.
It stopped: the Fiend heard something. A creak. A floorboard creak? No, it was the opening of a shutter that made that sound. It sucked up It’s drool, did the Fiend, Its intensity heightened. ... Stalking slowly, silently, the Fiend stole into the alley. It saw an open shutter; vile light streaming forth. The Fiend crossed to the far side of the way, skulking through the shadows. It smelled, then saw, her. She stood by the sink, washing something; suspecting nothing.
Maria could not stand the heat so she opened the shutter to allow the predawn cool, if it could be called that, to leak in. Her husband had left dirty dishes again which needed cleaning if she wanted breakfast herself before leaving for work, and if she did not want beaten again when she came home. She worked the pump then heard a scraping in the alley. She could not see anything. Maria leaned forward. Still nothing. She wiped her brow with her robe sleeve.MoreLess
It stopped: the Fiend heard something. A creak. A floorboard creak? No, it was the opening of a shutter that made that sound. It sucked up It’s drool, did the Fiend, Its intensity heightened. ... Stalking slowly, silently, the Fiend stole into the alley. It saw an open shutter; vile light streaming forth. The Fiend crossed to the far side of the way, skulking through the shadows. It smelled, then saw, her. She stood by the sink, washing something; suspecting nothing.
Maria could not stand the heat so she opened the shutter to allow the predawn cool, if it could be called that, to leak in. Her husband had left dirty dishes again which needed cleaning if she wanted breakfast herself before leaving for work, and if she did not want beaten again when she came home. She worked the pump then heard a scraping in the alley. She could not see anything. Maria leaned forward. Still nothing. She wiped her brow with her robe sleeve.MoreLess
Read book By Moonlight Wrought (Bt Moonlight Wrought) for free
Write Review:
User Reviews: