||[Dec. 4th, 2006|06:22 am]
I'm looking for a place to keep my witting online; it's a range of stuff, original fiction, nonfiction, and some fanfics. Does anyone know any good sites? Thanks in advance.
Anyway, I've had some writer's block lately, but recently finally sat down and wrote this little drabble for a challenge in hellsing100. As per the contest, it's exactly 100 words long(getting rid of the last seven was quite painful) and has the surprising subject of BLOOD. The fandom is Hellsing, obviously. It is creatively titled “Dok's Coat”.
Here's the original post. It brought Millenium into a tie with Hellsing for the community's first week, btw. :)
The spots and stains of red on the coat were unmistakable. It was the instinct of any human and the habit of any monster to recognize the sight of blood. Even after decades of wear on the older blotches, the mark of long-expired lives remained. He sometimes thought that it was very much like the way a Nosferatu sustained itself, because he lived on the blood that covered that cloth. His continued immortality came at the cost of the life taken by every splotch. Whatever his form, the doctor thought, his life had always been that of a vampire.