any would room with her if she was in a dormitory. Before the giant slime attack, students went out of their way to avoid her. She tried to let it roll off her shoulders but the sting was still there, boring into her dead heart.
Street lamps lit up the cobbled streets. The dead woman continued to walk and thoughts floated to Professor Hart. Her heart beating in her chest, she still felt butterflies in her stomach when he was around. She remembered their times together. How they talked all night and made love for hours on end. It was a magical time, but with the pleasant memories came the painful ones. Vanessa stared at the sidewalk as she walked along. Foolish and sad memories crept into her undead mind. She had hung herself because if she couldn’t have him then she didn’t want anyone else. How her heart beat only for him. A sad smirk appeared on Vanessa’s black lips. Even dead, her heart seemed to still beat for him.
Looking up, stars twinkled in the vastness of night. The undead woman’s shoulders sagged and she turned to walk home. She had no other place to go and she had a full day tomorrow of helping with the reconstruction. When she reached campus, mist rolled off her shoulder blade. Castor appeared and walked alongside his mistress. Hand reaching out, he took her hand into his as they strolled.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been a good mistress to you.” Vanessa said without looking at him.
The moth man squeezed her hand a little.
Vanessa looked up to her familiar. Glowing red eyes looked down with an understanding kindness. Unspoken thoughts passed between them and Vanessa felt her gloom grow thicker.
“I know you’re hungry. We can try again.” Vanessa said in a low tone.
The familiar continued to hold her hand as they reached their home. The house was a single floor home. A small grassy lawn covered each side of the stone path to the front door. Vanessa and her familiar walked to the door, opened it and stepped inside.
Closing the door behind her, Vanessa looked to her familiar. “You were so brave.”
The moth man smiled. Vanessa thought he was incredibly handsome even with the glowing red eyes. His face looked like a man’s face with a strong chin and noble nose. Eyes were a bit roundish but she found them cute. A loincloth was the only bit of clothing he wore.
Anxiety crawled along the dead woman’s nerves. She hated how she felt. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with him. It was more that she didn’t want to be with anyone. The depression wormed its way deeper into her heart, making the simple things, like feeding her familiar all that much harder.
Castor took his mistress’ hand and pulled her to the living room. Gently sitting her down, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen. Vanessa leaned her head back into the comfortable couch, eyes staring at the ceiling. Trying to push away how she felt and focus on her familiar, she let out a long sigh. Pale fingers moved to her boots and she pulled one off.
The moth man walked back into the room, flexing his wings and carrying a full wine glass in each hand. Vanessa gave him a small smile, taking a wine glass in her hand.
“You are a wise one.” Vanessa tried to keep it light.
Castor smiled and kneeled before his mistress. They toasted and took a sip. Vanessa could taste the mana infused wine as it flowed over her tongue and down her throat. The dead mistress watched her familiar drink his wine. She knew the wine was only a drop in the bucket and would barely satisfy him. Mages and their familiars fed through connection. He was so weak that if she cast a few spells, he would return to her skin unconscious, unable to reform until he leeched enough mana from her to come back. She could eat to feed him passively but there was no hunger or thirst driving her. The world had become gray as she slipped further into the gloom.
Castor put down his wine glass on the coffee table. Standing up, long fingers touched Vanessa’s shoulders. The
Street lamps lit up the cobbled streets. The dead woman continued to walk and thoughts floated to Professor Hart. Her heart beating in her chest, she still felt butterflies in her stomach when he was around. She remembered their times together. How they talked all night and made love for hours on end. It was a magical time, but with the pleasant memories came the painful ones. Vanessa stared at the sidewalk as she walked along. Foolish and sad memories crept into her undead mind. She had hung herself because if she couldn’t have him then she didn’t want anyone else. How her heart beat only for him. A sad smirk appeared on Vanessa’s black lips. Even dead, her heart seemed to still beat for him.
Looking up, stars twinkled in the vastness of night. The undead woman’s shoulders sagged and she turned to walk home. She had no other place to go and she had a full day tomorrow of helping with the reconstruction. When she reached campus, mist rolled off her shoulder blade. Castor appeared and walked alongside his mistress. Hand reaching out, he took her hand into his as they strolled.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been a good mistress to you.” Vanessa said without looking at him.
The moth man squeezed her hand a little.
Vanessa looked up to her familiar. Glowing red eyes looked down with an understanding kindness. Unspoken thoughts passed between them and Vanessa felt her gloom grow thicker.
“I know you’re hungry. We can try again.” Vanessa said in a low tone.
The familiar continued to hold her hand as they reached their home. The house was a single floor home. A small grassy lawn covered each side of the stone path to the front door. Vanessa and her familiar walked to the door, opened it and stepped inside.
Closing the door behind her, Vanessa looked to her familiar. “You were so brave.”
The moth man smiled. Vanessa thought he was incredibly handsome even with the glowing red eyes. His face looked like a man’s face with a strong chin and noble nose. Eyes were a bit roundish but she found them cute. A loincloth was the only bit of clothing he wore.
Anxiety crawled along the dead woman’s nerves. She hated how she felt. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with him. It was more that she didn’t want to be with anyone. The depression wormed its way deeper into her heart, making the simple things, like feeding her familiar all that much harder.
Castor took his mistress’ hand and pulled her to the living room. Gently sitting her down, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen. Vanessa leaned her head back into the comfortable couch, eyes staring at the ceiling. Trying to push away how she felt and focus on her familiar, she let out a long sigh. Pale fingers moved to her boots and she pulled one off.
The moth man walked back into the room, flexing his wings and carrying a full wine glass in each hand. Vanessa gave him a small smile, taking a wine glass in her hand.
“You are a wise one.” Vanessa tried to keep it light.
Castor smiled and kneeled before his mistress. They toasted and took a sip. Vanessa could taste the mana infused wine as it flowed over her tongue and down her throat. The dead mistress watched her familiar drink his wine. She knew the wine was only a drop in the bucket and would barely satisfy him. Mages and their familiars fed through connection. He was so weak that if she cast a few spells, he would return to her skin unconscious, unable to reform until he leeched enough mana from her to come back. She could eat to feed him passively but there was no hunger or thirst driving her. The world had become gray as she slipped further into the gloom.
Castor put down his wine glass on the coffee table. Standing up, long fingers touched Vanessa’s shoulders. The
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