Sorry I can’t put up more of a post this evening, but here is the beginning of a daydream:
A man sat outside begging, his unwashed stench sometimes wafting in with the summer breeze through the open window. He sat holding a little tin cup in one hand, stretching it out as passersby passed by. Some, seeing him, with worried looks crossed the street, avoiding the threat of contracting his company, but most ignored the impertinent soul. No one paid much mind to beggars.
The smell of the man arose, that bit of fly in the otherwise ideal ointment of a summer evening. The sun had finally descended past the horizon, but still the rolling waves of its warmth filled the streets. Night did little to offset the oppressive heat, racing in its meagre moment to touch the world with its cold darkness. And a servant of that darkness: the vampire awoke.
Through his paralyzed dreams, he had been hounded by a rotting corpse, and now recognizing the smell that had, in his sleep, foreshadowed this revenant’s vengeful appearance, he sought some cruel vengeance of his own against the beggar outside.
Tale Told 
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