recent .” She dipped her head and distressed her eyebrows , running with and against the direction of the hairs .
“ It may be powerful ,” Richard whispered . “ But so are you . Remember that .”
It took a vampire ’ s hearing to catch the last words as they left his lips . Before they dispersed in the night .
Mercy watched the last of the black swarm abandon Richard . She extended an open hand , and they landed on ; sank into her palm . She rolled her fingertips in behind them .
Richard watched her swat the fine net curtain from her path . Step over the windowsill onto the wrought iron veranda and look back .
Pity , regret and maybe resolution ran a gamut across her face as he felt his body wear the full weight of his years all at once .
Frances Tate continues her novella from Issue 5 , with part 4 wrapping it up in Issue 7 . She is a self-published vampire writer , and a self-published and traditionally published writer of drabbles . She lives in the north west of England where she is working on a series of vampire books that explore the pseudo-science of vampires . When she ’ s not writing either novels or onehundred-word stories , she experiments with flash and short stories . Frances enjoys curry , cinema , reading , gardening , exploring historical sites and travelling .
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