The vampire morgue sign on his door was a joke. Now I’m trapped inside, wanting death not an eternity unable to move or speak. My mind is a gray fog, with memories returning one by one to show how my fate was written long ago, when I played vampire slayer on the beach. More
I should never have made friends with an eternal being trying to kill himself in the freezer. It wasn’t as if he could do it, he was only trying to make time go faster. He is keeping me alive in his vampire morgue, waiting for the rest of him to arrive and save me.