Fantasy Drabble #239 “Penthouse Apartment”

There were dozens of people at the party already; all of them would be dead before morning. A few even realized it, or at least suspected, but those particularly perceptive guests were either resigned to their fate or were planning to bargain or plead their way free.

Either approach would be in vain. Though, the little blonde — the one in the short silvery dress, the one with the eyes, the laugh — once she began to beg and plead and cry she might stir him just enough to let her continue her existence.

Though, technically, it wouldn’t be as a human.

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