It wasn’t until lunch that it became clear Laurel hadn’t given up her complaint about having a vampire in her core block.
As Zindel shared stories of his art class clay-tastrophes, Adric realized he was smiling for the first time since he’d lost his parents.
“I have a first generation fae integrator in my core block, and she’s…”
“A bitch?” Tricia suggested.
The St. Paul Academy for the Mythically Gifted was only five blocks from his aunt and uncle’s house. It wasn’t a private school like his old one, but there were more similarities than differences. His new classmates came from the full range of human subspecies, though the vampire population was a lot smaller in Minnesota.
He resisted the urge to hiss at his aunt and burrow back under the covers. It was a close thing.
Adric notched his key into the lock, surprised when the light force pushed the door inward. He stared at the widening gap in confusion. It wasn’t like his parents to leave without latching the front door. He stepped over the threshold, his step faltering when the scent of blood hit him. Normally it would be […]
Short story (2700 words) – Jabberwocky is not just a poem, it’s a monster. And basements are not all they seem to be.