Night

A fifty word short story

The stench assaulted his senses as he entered the club.

Sweating bodies swaying and writhing on the dance floor.

By all the Gods, humanity was a stinking putrid creation.

Yet the lust inside could not be denied.

He fought down his nausea.

The hunger must be sated.

Blood would flow.

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So, this is my second of four stories based on the prompt from

Justin Deming

(thanks again Justin) about the “sense of smell” : -

Fifties by the Fire ~ The Scent from Her Kitchen Still Lingers

My first effort was for Sword and Saturday : -

Home

Which, as you can see was quite cute and lovely, but this one, as it was for Macabre Monday, not so much.

I could have called it “The Reluctant Vampire” but that sounds a bit like a kids TV show. It was really inspired by Brian Lumley’s Necroscope series where the “vampire” is basically a parasite living within the host and this is what drives their hunger for blood rather than it being a conscious decision. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.

Back on Thursday for a more romantic tale. I hope.

Thanks for reading. Until next time