Brittle crushing between my teeth

Some times the doubt is more dangerous than the lie. The mind doesn't like an open ending, the narration keeps being stolen by the voice incise the Expectant head.

Are the horrors of reality easier to confront than those of the restless mind? At least in a humans heart, the fear of the unknown creates a harsher hell than those of common fables.

It has been longer that history can remember, the last of the vampires is being hunted and only his tomb can be a place to hide.

All the eyes of humanity fall upon the resting place of the last fable, the one race that brought humanity to it's knees and left it there to rot. Those eyes that followed the fall of the last vampire until it was almost felt too long.

In reality it was not for long, at least not long enough.