Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


July 24th 2012 in Microfiction

At long last, Dracula’s curiosity got the better of him and he sent for the young man. He asked what had caused such an unusual amount of fuss. His guest strolled to the nearest sunlit window and bared his chest to the light, gleaming like crushed diamonds. The Dracul raised one eyebrow, put his fingertips together and laughed dryly. Rising from his chair, he spoke quietly. “Let me show you how legends are made in Transylvania.” The village heard screaming until dawn.

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