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Emma Lorrayne

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Blood, Sweet Blood

I could feel the pain of hunger welling up inside me, the feeling of dryness burning through every vein in my body.  I picked Hank up off the dirty cabin floor, felt his shallow breathing as I pulled him closer to me.  The fear in his eyes was glorious.  I do not understand why, but the fear, that last breath of humanity, always makes my meal sweeter.  I toyed with him for a few seconds, watching the terror grow as Hank realized he was about to take his last breath.  Before he could close his eyes to block out the sight of death taking over him, I sank my teeth into the bristly skin of his neck.

The blood flowed deliciously sweet from Hank’s artery.  I could feel my body starting to warm up from the inside.  My senses were coming back to me in full.  I felt the heat of the fire in the cabin’s little fireplace.  I could feel the strength returning to my body after almost a week with nothing but squirrels and rabbits to drink.

As I drained the last drop of blood from Hank’s lifeless body, I let him fall to the floor.  He landed with a hollow sounding thud on the exposed wood of the cabin’s floor.  I then turned my attention to Margaret.  Emma had completed her meal and Margaret was sobbing in the corner of the room; loud sobs coming from her mouth and frothy bubbles coming from the blood in the gaping wound on the left side of her throat.  I crossed the room in what must have looked like one step to Margaret because she immediately started screaming something about me being the devil.

New Projects

I feel like I have so many new projects running through my head this week.  I have not abandoned Lucilla but I am adding a new friend, Elizabeth, for her to play with in my brain!  Writing continues!  A little hint about Elizabeth – she is very old and gets cranky when she is hungry!  Hmmmm. . . . . . .

Just a little taste

My eyelids were heavy as I woke up that bright Saturday morning.  I struggled to shake the sleep from my head as I started to realize that I was not alone.  He was still there with me.  I struggled to discern whether or not I was still dreaming; whether last night’s events could have really happened.

As I sat staring at him, I started to register a sound in the distance.  My grandmother was calling me for breakfast.  “Go eat your breakfast” Daniel said.  “Ok, but I’ll be right back; don’t leave” I replied.

I quickly ran down the stairs to my grandmother’s kitchen.  “Good morning ” I said.  Grandmother had made biscuits and gravy with grits and sausage patties, a real southern breakfast.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was not hungry.  Hastily, I threw a few bites back, cleared my plate and excused myself.  “Thanks for breakfast” I shouted as I darted back up the stairs to my bedroom.

He was still there.  His tall frame looked out of place in my little room.  Let me explain, he was a human.  I am not a human.  I am a witch.  I am a small, 80 pound, 5 foot tall witch with long red hair, green eyes, and alabaster skin.  I will never grow to be anywhere near as tall as his 6 foot size.  This may be a problem!

He looked at me with his deep brown eyes; his human eyes.  I could instantly see that he was confused about the expression on my face.  Oh no, what expression am I wearing?  I quickly changed my expression to a gentle smile.  He asked me “so, are we going to talk about this?”  “Are we going to talk about what?” I asked.  “Are we going to talk about last night?” he asked.  I now understand his confusion.

Last night, where do I start about last night?  It was our monthly coven meeting for the full Moon.  The evening began as they all do. . . .

Lucilla

The Lives of Lucilla

Lucilla, what can I say about Lucilla?  She is a spunky little witch with bright red hair and green eyes.  In this life she lives on a small farm with her grandmother.  In her previous lives, however, we will just have to wait and see!

“The Lives of Lucilla” will take us through this incarnation and give us insight into Lucilla’s previous incarnations, like a literary past-life regression!  Stay tuned for the book release later this year (hopefully)!

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