Space is a lonely place for my kind. I’m the last vampire, but I can’t even call myself the last on earth, since the blue planet is no more.
For weeks, I’ve been floating past lifeless rocks and uninhabited planets in the endless darkness. I’ve had a lot of time to mourn, to think, and to regret.
Is that a fleet of survivors? I can almost smell their sweet, sweet blood. I’m starving…
But I know how it ends if I feed. I would soon go hungry again. No. Let them have their chance and repopulate.
I can wait.
Author’s Note: I had this image in my head of a vampire floating in space, the last survivor after Earth has been destroyed.
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