“Stop, Hammertime!”
Hephaestus*
#quote
Tomorrow I'm
going to a of Japanese cultural festival doohicky thingie with my
friend Jessica. Admission is free so I assume that there will be many
doo-dads for sale for the festival runners to support themselves
with, and hopefully interesting and good food. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Daypire
I reversed my curse with great ambition. To be a creature of the night able to roam the daylight and wreak
terror as he sees fit. I planned to make every soul fear the name
Count Hound by breaking my binds to the shadows. Now though, no one
fears me. And I lost the shadows entirely, instead of their just
their binds.
Or maybe they
still bound me? I reversed my curse so that moonlight burned me
instead of sunlight. I realized soon how much more even a sliver of
the moon appeared, sometimes even still as the Sun hung in the sky.
And even by moving to places with long days, how much more night
there was than day.
And also how
much more power people had in the day. Before long I found myself not
as a terror, but on the table in the lab with some military
scientists standing over me. Whatever bound my body withstood my
vampire strength. All of my attempts to incite terror silenced by
their propaganda they worked away at me.
As I laid on
the table listening to the scientists, I thought of how I should have
just accepted my life as a terrifying rumor in the night. Safe as
superstition. Also to read the fine print of spells. If immortality
taught me anything I will get out of this.
Eventually.
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