Jeremy San Francisco — 1880 An Unsuccessful Changeling

  One night, walking home late, Beethoven at his side, Jeremy feels two small pricks in the side of his neck. His insides swirl, wild as waves beating against the rock cliffs. He gasps for breath, but he has no breath. All is darkness, all is still.

And then comes a hunger, so painful, so vast, it seems that a tiny vicious animal is eating him from within. Something hot and wet, warm and liquid is pressed into his mouth. As he struggles for air, the liquid flows into him. He gags. He craves it and yet it revolts him.

Even then, not knowing what he drinks, his stomach turns. He throws up, dry gasping heaves, splattering small droplets of blood against unseen darkness

Jasmine sighs.