The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Suzanne Madron
People called her a witch. They called her a lot of other names that were much worse, but “witch” was by far the most popular. If those people had known the truth, they would have run screaming instead.
Cate stretched and sat up, blinking against the glare of the morning sun peeking through the blackout curtains. Ash slid from her skin and into the pile covering the bed. Cate reached down and turned on the hand vacuum she kept next to the nightstand. Within a few moments all that was left was the gray fitted sheet and a slight discoloration that would come out in the wash.
She caught her naked reflection in the mirror and smiled. Her skin was flawless, but for the shadows of the ashes she had slept in. She opened the hand vacuum’s container and walked across the room to the bathroom where she dumped the ashes into the toilet. After the ashes were gone, she rinsed the container and set it next to the sink to dry, then turned on the shower. Billows of steam covered the mirror as she stepped into the scalding spray. She watched as the last of the ashes swirled down the drain amidst soap and shampoo bubbles.
Cate had made lifetimes of this, every morning rising like a phoenix from the ashes and every night finding a new lover to share her bed. The only thing she disliked was the inevitable cleanup.
Her day flew by in a blur of bank deposits, coffee, and cigarettes. As the sun set she made her way toward a club known to host those who were not quite human. She nodded to the bouncers as she entered, then made her way onto the dancefloor. After several minutes a man approached her and she smiled up at him.
“You’re new here,” he said with a smile.
She couldn’t see his face, but the lights glinted against his teeth. He had elongated eyeteeth and smelled like blood. Cate nodded and sipped the drink he handed her.
After several minutes of smalltalk, they left the club and walked back to her place. She was disappointed that her visitor wasn’t one of the more violent and well-known vampires, but he would do.
He began kissing her before her apartment door was fully closed. Only once she heard the latch click did she lead him to her bed. There, her kisses deepened and intensified and the vampire pulled back to look at her.
“You’re so hot,” he said.
“Burning up.” She smiled and covered his screams with her mouth before she engulfed them both in flames.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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