Flash Fiction Friday: Fangs out!

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“Everyone has skeletons in their closet.” Magnus leered at me over his wine glass, giving a perfect view of his fangs. “Ours happen to be more literal than most.” Could he have been any more Anne Rice? “Leave the attic alone.”

Naturally, I was in the attic the instant the sun rose. I found two or three centuries worth of junk and dust bunnies that could have gone head to head with Godzilla, but the only skeleton was a mouse that had died peacefully of old age.

Magnus messing with me, I decided, about to go downstairs. Bet the freak does this to all his donors.

Then I spotted the feather. It was garish, bright and attached to a hat.

Jackpot.

“You have to understand,” – Rick scowled at Magnus – “that in the seventies, high-waisted bell-bottoms were the height of fashion.”

“How much blood would I have to give to bring the moustaches back?”

Magnus met my sweet smile with a scowl and put the photo down.

But it was Caleb who answered. “More blood than you have in your entire body, boy.” He stood. “Control your mortal – and by all that is holy, keep him out of the basement, Magnus.”

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