
Red
LOVING the use of words here, especially that last phrase. The reader gets such a vivid picture in their head.Guillermo collected his backpack, shrugged on his jacket and headed out, sketching a wave over his shoulder.
The last sentence is telling. Everyone likes to matter in some small way. This is Guillermo's way of mattering, of maintaining a safe and stable life in his society.His trade kept a roof over his head, his list of enemies to zero and the community wheels turning smoothly. It made him important.
I get a vision of vampires huddling in the shadows like drug addicts, swooping in like vultures to claim a particularly juicy carcass. Guillermo's disgusted, but not enough to not make a living from the little one's blood.But none of that had stopped the bile rising in his throat at the slavering queue that formed in the bowels of the building as dawn approached.
A lesson our Mick could stand to learn. Monsters don't just hide under the bed and in closets; they walk beside us every day.It was in the humans' charnel-house that he finally realised monstrosity was a personal affliction, human or vampire.