De la merde et du sang II

C’est une transformation lente, qui pourtant surprend par sa force. Elle entre dans la chambre, la nuit, ses yeux rouges malades transperçant le corps de sa victime. La transformation commence ainsi dans le silence, sans que la victime ne s’en aperçoive. Lire la suite

To Hell with Her – 11/11 – Testimony

He was working eight through five on week days. It was well paid, white collar kind of stuff. And I guess he was fed up by us. We had been married for, what, seven years by then. I was knocked up at my wedding, got my first daughter I was nineteen, second at twenty-two, and our little boy, I was twenty-five I think. It was the summer, when the sun still hangs after dinner time. I liked to jog for fun, back then. I had so little spare time with baby Derek, and Stacy was not old enough for school yet. Vincent was home for the dinner every day and I would go out after that for a little me-time with my snickers and the trail in the forest behind the house. I liked it there: the birds, the squirrels, the smell of greens… Sometimes, I took Stacy and Derek in his stroller for a walk there. Their faces used to beam with joy every time. They would ask for it about every other day. Lire la suite

To Hell with Her – 10/11 – Undead

When everybody is back, we talk about Hell. They ask us how it was. Blaise and Dave both say it was awful and dangerous. I think to myself that it might be for the best to have fewer tourists there and add that I was so lucky to have them with me, that they saved me from so many dangers and that Chris was right: no earth weapon would have worked down there.

We dine for Annie. We burry her. The Coven celebrate my entering their troups officially. Lire la suite