Jose Tapiro Y Baro [Public domain], via Wikigallery
I jumped into the room when a hand touched my shoulder. Jafari shut the door behind him, then joined his wife in feeding.
My heart pounded in my chest. Stop it, please stop it. If you keep making all that noise, they’ll hear you. It kept beating my chest, battering my breastbone.
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.