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Mists danced among the weathered gravestones. Dark and grim place it was, apart from the warm lanterns flickering in the night.
For forty years, Horace lit all lanterns at the graveyard, ensuring the lost ones could find a way home in the darkness.
One night, Horace met the cloaked figure—with a scythe and a lantern of its own—following it with a smile.
Since then, the graveyard has been dark and cold, except for a burning lantern over Horace's grave. Tended by the grateful spirits, its flame never wavers, guiding the lost ones back home, even from beyond.
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The street lamps appeared to hang by themselves, like lanterns held by invisible fingers. Rain made the smooth cobbles glimmer under the gas flame.
The warm spotlights bathed the road in yellow. But he was more interested in the darkness between.
His boots clicked on the stone as he prowled narrow paths. It was a balancing act, maintaining anonymity whilst also not looking suspicious. It wasn't his first outing, and he'd found success on three previous occasions. Tonight the air felt tighter, the ring was closing in.
But none of that mattered as he spied her. Standing there. Alone.
Lantern
The street lamps appeared to hang by themselves, like lanterns held by invisible fingers. Rain made the smooth cobbles glimmer under the gas flame.
The warm spotlights bathed the road in yellow. But he was more interested in the darkness between.
His boots clicked on the stone as he prowled narrow paths. It was a balancing act, maintaining anonymity whilst also not looking suspicious. It wasn't his first outing, and he'd found success on three previous occasions. Tonight the air felt tighter, the ring was closing in.
But none of that mattered as he spied her. Standing there. Alone.
In the meadow, under a pale moonlight, a vampire named Lucien sensed a human presence. This human’s blood vibrated in his being, sang to him.
Her name was Lilith. The lantern she carried flickered in trembling hands as she realized her mistake.
Lucien smelled her fear, tasted it on the tip of his tongue. He advanced slowly, relishing her terror.
Lilith summoned her courage, swinging the lantern toward Lucien, shattering its glass. Lucien hissed in surprise, momentarily weakened.
Lilith fled. Lucien gave chase, stopping at the meadow’s edge, roaring in despair. He had forgotten the curse forbade him to leave.