Tomorrow's Vig

Belmont

Knife palette painting of a vampire's teeth coming from the dark.

Lucarz leaned towards the sound of crunching snow underfoot. Its pitch and pattern made triangulation easy: approaching from northeast, 110 yards. Yet, he remained calm. He took three deep breaths and with meditative focus slowed his heart. The blood pooling on the rocks beneath him grew less quickly. He concentrated on the festering gash down […]