The Seal of Blood

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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

  1. 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.