Dark Form

Deciding to invite Vee into my bed wasn’t a decision at all. It was a need – as pressing as the need for food when hungry or sleep when sleepy… …or the urgent need to take a breath when underwater for too long – as I had been for so much of my life. He…

Vee swooped in to fill the holes left in my life by everything that had happened to me since my transformation. I was close to feeling complete and was finally ready to leave the house and take chances with this new fate forced upon me. Having him there made all the difference, but there was…

It was like I was under a spell. I didn’t ask why Vee was there…I was too glad to see him even to consider it strange. He was familiar, and familiarity was as necessary as the air I was breathing at that moment. I stood there as he stepped into my bathroom with the fluidity…

The morning after my visit, Lizzie’s apartment was emptied… …and an “apartment for rent” notice was pinned up on the bulletin board in the hallway. I cried that night and the next two nights until there were no more tears. Then I fell into a deep sleep. Sleep was my solace, my place of refuge….

Doobie had given me hope. Now that I had some control, I could finally see the rough edges of my existence shaping into some form of normalcy. Although I still felt that she was a bit on the nutty side, I was grateful to her. She had somehow freed me and helped mesh two opposing…

I waited around, taking a closer look at the strange items around the shop until Doobie finally came to. She didn’t seem surprised to find herself on the ground.   Then again…Doobie seemed like the type of person who finds herself on the ground more often than most people.  I walked over to check on her,…

Doobie’s response was incredibly loud and unexpected. She threw her hands in the air as if in worship and shouted, “I knew it!  By the Observer, I knew it. People called me nuts for years, but I held fast to my faith and now it finally pays off!” “What?  I’m sorry, but I don’t know…

By the next day, I knew something had to seriously change.  Either, I needed to figure out a solution to my thirst issues…or I’d be destined to a life of sucking the blood out of rats and small animals while trying to avoid other people whenever the thirst hit… for the rest of my “life”. …

 My conversation with the guy in the alley didn’t last very long.  I cut it short because I didn’t want to take any chances. The thirst was returning. I could feel it creeping up on me as sure as rain on a dark overcast day. And I knew that it was only a matter of…