She'd always come running when I called. The vampire girl that vanished at daybreak but warmed my bed at night, even though she was a cold-blooded creature.

She read my thoughts, knew when I wanted her, seduced me to the point where all I could do was imagine the next time she lay on top of me, kissing my hungry mouth, sucking my tongue.

Her name was Isabelle. She lived in a castle. Imprisoned for centuries. I believed her. Had to.

What was she really I didn't want to know.

After my wife left me I took to drink, drugs, internet, gambling. Anything to take away the rejection and insecurity. Vampire novels were her choice and when I found a couple in the bedside drawer, I decided to see what was so special that had her reading them each night instead of loving me.

Isabelle was mine. Soulmate. Friend.

I was happy.

Wasn't I?


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Anglea (joined about 12 years ago)

Six minute story is brilliant as a daily mental excercise to write on a variety of topics. It involves a lot of trial and error before I finish in the given time.

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fantasy vampire flash fiction


She'd always come running when I called.
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