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The Donor House: Advent Story (part 1)
Dec. 1st, 2013 01:09 pmOne of them had to stay at the House in case of emergencies and it was Alice’s turn. She didn’t mind, as it gave her a chance to start sorting out the decorations, but that was until she saw the tree. At first all she could do was stare at it, unable to believe that they’d really chosen to purchase what appeared to be a 10 foot tall Christmas Tree. Unfortunately it would fit where they’d planned to put it, because the reception had lovely high ceilings, so there was really no reason to tell them to return it and get something less ostentatious. They had, thankfully, bought a tree with roots, as John had asked, which would be planted somewhere after all the festivities were done. It made the amount of money they must have paid for it a long term investment rather than a waste.
( Read the rest of this entry » )Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.
Sullivan had no other options. As the train pulled into the station he pulled his coat tighter around him, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him, and prepared himself for what was to come as best he could. Until… her, he couldn’t even think the name, he’d been happy being a vampire, and and believed himself emotionless, but then she’d come along. Stepping down onto the platform he pushed his memories as far back as they would go. Thinking about it all hurt too much. Running a tongue over his dry lips he did his best to avoid looking at any human, so his hunger wouldn’t get the better of him, during the long journey to the donor house. If he hadn’t been close to the point where he would have no control it probably would have been nowhere near as long, but then he also wouldn’t have been there.
( Read the rest of this entry » )Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.
