by Darcy Lennox
‘What do you mean?’ he said distantly and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. ‘I know we share one thing in common,’ he offered me one as he lit one up for himself.
‘When you said you have been watching me?’ I denied the cigarette.
‘Mostly through my portals, I’m never in London long enough to miss it. You have regular spots that you go to, the way you crawl and bend your shoulders – it’s easy to pick out your silhouette on rooftops. And then after you feed, you flee the scene never to return. I am assuming you’ve fed from Akilis judging by the fire in your eyes?’
His sudden interest in my feeding and Akilis made it very apparent to me that he was much more observant than I gave him credit for, but also that maybe he was a little too observant.
‘Yes. And, cool it – I do not drink from Stallites – you taste of ivy, I can smell it.’
‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ he exhaled smoke from his nose and created a new portal with his hands simultaneously.
I watched the dark mist grow large before the both of us, he looked at me for final confirmation and in unison we stepped through the darkness and came into London’s late afternoon. When the portal mist cleared, we found ourselves standing on top of Marble Arch which was surrounded by a sea of soulless naked red bodies. When their heads began to twitch in our direction one after the other, an animalistic shriek rumbled deep from the pits of their stomachs and they went berserk stampeding towards the arch.
Troye’s cigarette fell from his mouth in angst. ‘Shit!’ his voice echoed amongst the howls.
‘The time for the Creeper Dance has come.’
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Darcy Lennox spent her childhood in London, so it must come as no surprise that this journey begins in London. She later graduated from university in 2015 and then returned to London shortly thereafter where she also currently resides. She wasted no time upon her return and used every creative moment she had writing stories to life.