It's past noon now. I have put off sleep for hours, knowing as soon as I shut my eyes I'll be sucked into her.
Is this what they mean when they say there's no rest for wicked?
For I would give my nocturnal soul to be free of this tether that traps me behind her eyes when I sleep.
The sun has begun to creep back down from its zenith, and I can no longer deny the sandman and his perpetual companion the sorceress.
They will each have their way with me until I wake, when I will begin the final steps to take back what is mine: her.
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Chasing Mildred
VampireThis series of tweets, posted as part of the #TwitterFiction Festival 2015, flings you into the head of Nosferatu Keel as he schemes and plots to bring the sorceress Mills back to the Michigan compound. Essentially, it's Part One of RULER from Keel'...
