Every week Rochelle adds another photo that has been donated to her by a kind soul to use as a prompt for a piece of fiction of around 100 words. Take a look at the link above if you want to have a go, or click on the frog if you want to read other stories.
This is part of an ongoing saga about a vampire, [Raynard] his prey, [Saskia] a vampire he recently sired, [Tess] and an army of helpers trying to defend Saskia. You can read the full story so far here on my page, or here on Jules who writes from the side of Saskia.
Tess still felt nervous around the Werewolf, Zeke, but she no longer felt the urge to run. Now, they sat in the waiting room of the shaman’s surgery. They gave no names or history before entry. Zeke wanted the shaman to rid Tess of her evil before it gained a hold.
The door opened, and a pungent aroma from the Shamans scented mystical candles rolled out, leaving what seemed to a trail of dead air behind it. Tess lay on the table as Zeke and the Shaman strapped her down. She knew she would rather die than turn evil …