This is the third in a series of microfics that I'm doing with @roxynychus.bsky.social We're going to be doing a different theme every two weeks with this week's theme being "I'd almost forgotten."
Read her story here:
Rosie, Bringer of Worms
The thing in the cellar of Fort Danstirth can hardly be called a vampire anymore.
It’s pale enough to be one, bloodless skin pulled taut over scrawny limbs and smudged with dirt. The similarities go no further. It lays in a dog bed in the corner of a dark, musty cell, gnawing on a leather glove.
