“Say, do you mind loosening this rope just a tad so I can escape and take great pleasure in kicking your undead ass?” She smiled sweetly, refusing to wince as the thick cords rubbed her flesh, her blood smelling metallic and potent.
“I hate that she’s a talker.” The ugly one standing guard by the window spat in annoyance. Granted, they were all ugly. Skeletally tall with gaunt sunken faces. Whoever said vampires were hot had a seriously weird fetish.
“I think she’s delicious,” Ugly #2 smirked, brushing against the plump red rose as he leaned over the centerpiece. A black hue imbued the flower where he had touched it and rushed through the petals like a virus, until it was sullied and dead.
“Ooh, you killed His flower,” She crooned in a sing-song voice. “He’s-”
A blue glow lit the windows and flooded into the Gothic-style room, illuminating the crimson velvet décor and shiny wineglasses with an ominous tint.
She struggled uselessly against the stupid ropes. Great, Daddy’s home.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word count: 172. First time writing about vampires!
Credit for the beautiful featured photo goes to Lauren Mancke.