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[[Story]] | [[Story]] involving a [[vorlog]], part of [[Twelve Tales of the Macabre]] by [[Jean Lafolie]].<ref>Based upon descriptive text from [[John W. Mangrum]]'s [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (contributed by [[Nathan Okerlund]]), from [http://www.fraternityofshadows.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=4078 posts] on the [[Cafe de Nuit|Fraternity of Shadows message board]].</ref> | ||
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''"She's mine," the gleeman said, his mouth dripping red. In his arms Cassandra stirred, as if waking from slumber; I could see the blood from her neck staining the breast of her nightgown. "You killed my lover because you couldn't bear to see us together, happy. I would have been her slave forever. That's what I wanted." His voice rising to a hoarse scream, he grated out, "Don't you understand? I can't be alone. I need her." | ''"She's mine," the gleeman said, his mouth dripping red. In his arms Cassandra stirred, as if waking from slumber; I could see the blood from her neck staining the breast of her nightgown. "You killed my lover because you couldn't bear to see us together, happy. I would have been her slave forever. That's what I wanted." His voice rising to a hoarse scream, he grated out, "Don't you understand? I can't be alone. I need her."'' | ||
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''I did not know which woman--the blood-mistress who had been slain, or the innocent in his arms--he referred to. I doubt he did either.'' | ''I did not know which woman--the blood-mistress who had been slain, or the innocent in his arms--he referred to. I doubt he did either.'' | ||
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Story involving a vorlog, part of Twelve Tales of the Macabre by Jean Lafolie.[1]
Text Extract
"She's mine," the gleeman said, his mouth dripping red. In his arms Cassandra stirred, as if waking from slumber; I could see the blood from her neck staining the breast of her nightgown. "You killed my lover because you couldn't bear to see us together, happy. I would have been her slave forever. That's what I wanted." His voice rising to a hoarse scream, he grated out, "Don't you understand? I can't be alone. I need her."
I did not know which woman--the blood-mistress who had been slain, or the innocent in his arms--he referred to. I doubt he did either.
References
- ↑ Based upon descriptive text from John W. Mangrum's Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror project (contributed by Nathan Okerlund), from posts on the Fraternity of Shadows message board.
