Nefarious: The Christmas Edition

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The Vampyre Talcott

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The Vampyre Talcott


The air was crisp and trees bare-unusually cold and bitter for Savannah at Christmastime. I grinned as the heels of my boots ground the cobblestone. I wonder if she is staying warm? My curiosity now piqued, my extremities shook at the thought of her warm, safe in her bed, none the wiser to my less than gentle intentions. Delicious! I licked my lips in the night air, a hint of salt in the wind. I could hear the ocean roar in the distance, like a barreling freight train, like my desire. But I mustn't distract myself, her protector could be near. Damn him. He was a humorless, melancholy git with a penchant for thwarting my plans. I began to feel vulnerable, and my arousal turned to fear. I shivered, turned my head at the empty street behind me and tightened the collar of my great coat in the glare of a street lamp. A holiday wreath adorned it. I snarled, ripped and threw it to the ground, and smashed it with the sole of my boot. I imagined it was his face. Feeling's gone! With newfound confidence and head held high, I went to darken her door.


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