Tell Me
Felipe Vera
eBook
Raven hair splits from his skull as spaghetti, thick like dead-locks, then splits into strands of Night silk, an extension of True Night. Nails grow on bare flesh, toes and hands, rounded and without flaw. Ruby lips flush as life fills his entire body and Amber eyes glow with the viricrescent slivers he chooses to add; emerald in honor of the cat he once loved. A shape, called from beyond, with the black light, begins to form. He screams silently, teeth working into his bleeding gums; the call must be made with sacrifice. The night shape works it's way through the wound it has created and moves into now callused, bleeding, hands comfortably. It shivers once, caressing it's owner, then grows still as it is placed in the air at his hip. Ready, conscious; alive.