THE Mrs. Scarvenartist herself wants to read MY writing? oh my goodness...
this is from my current pet project, a really dark (for me at least in that it doesn't have any kind of happy or hopeful ending) vampire story that doesn't currently have a name. it's loosely inspired by a couple of MCR songs so my document name for it is "tragic vampire rock opera" lol.
Kal slides a knife blade along the bottom edge of the window jamb until it hits the solid unstoppable force of the latch. Lucky her, she's an immovable object, and her knife has a thin blade. She jiggles it until she can feel the latch start to shift. When the lock releases, it slams back into the window with a loud smack she can hear even through the thick glass. She winces at the noise and places her palms flat against the window, leaning forward to lift the sliding pane. It slides open and settles with a soft thump and she climbs inside, knife still in hand.
Matty is stating at her, sitting on her bed and watching quietly as she makes her way inside, drops her things, and begins to pull her boots off.
"Where've you been?" Matty asks, her voice low and accusing. She's cross-legged on her bed with the covers still made and a magazine open in front of her. All the lights are off except for the dim bedside lamp.
Kal drops her knife and her coat on her own bed. "Out."
