Tangled Moon
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Tangled Moon: Part Six She took another sip, then looked at her plate and decided to set aside her glass for a fork. She took a bite, not really tasting it, swallowed. “What do you want to know?” he asked. “I don’t know quite where to start. How about, damn, there are vampires?” He smiled.…
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Tangled Moon: Part Five She groaned. “Unbelievable.” “What?” he asked, still holding her when he could have put her down already. They were at the table. “Me, passing out, that’s what. God knows what happened after that.” He laughed quietly. “Believe me,” he said, his voice low, almost purring. “You would have known if anything…
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Tangled Moon: Part Four …“You’re a…” “Vampire,” he finished for her quietly. His words seemed to hang in the air around him, kind of like his scent. “They’re real. Last night was real.” “Yes.” “And you’re one of them.” “Yes.” She took another step back, ran into a side table and then felt her way…
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Tangled Moon: Part Three …Her head cleared and she pushed away from the table, backing off. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Of course he’d acted like he understood she’d been abducted by vampires. He was one of them. “You… You’re… That’s how you knew I was there.” Her vision…
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Tangled Moon: Part Two …She turned the knob and opened it a crack then peered through. It was dark on the other side. She opened it a little further, not sure what she’d find there. Not sure what she wanted to find there. It had to be morning by now, or later even. She’d been…
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Tangled Moon: Part One She’d hoped last night had been a bad dream, but that she wasn’t at home and the marks were on her wrists and ankles proved her otherwise. She felt her neck. The scabs were still there, sore at the touch. Vampires? She would’ve been perfectly happy to go her whole life…
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Tangled Moon: Part Three …The rest, he couldn’t even bear to tell her. He could see only two options. Eventually he’d have to either change her, or to allow himself to be destroyed. He couldn’t imagine, ever sitting here in the dark alone because her soul had been released from that frail shell that bound…
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Tangled Moon: …He took up his coat and held it to her. Catherine pushed her arms though. It was big enough to cover most of her so it would do. She took her shoes when he handed them over, pulling them on with a look of disgust. “I hate these,” she said. “I can’t say…
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Part One Tangled Moon: …Her brows lifted but she seemed more amused than anything. Her smile returned. “And who decides that?” She had him cornered but that was all right. Regardless of her reaction he’d enjoy watching it. “Men of means.” “Yeah, I thought something like that was coming. I majored in classical literature, remember?…
Darcy Branwyn 