She stroked the dark spot on her neck, eyeing it in the mirror.
“It will fade with time,” he promised.
Secretly, she didn’t want it to. She thought the colour was rather pretty, like that of the ocean depths. It marked her as his, as someone special.
Then the nights grew darker, the bruise grew larger, and she grew weaker.
She collapsed against the bed frame, her naked torso a canvas of indigo and alabaster.
“You said that it would fade!”
He smiled as he sank his fangs into her chest.
Her heartbeat slowed, then stopped.
Author bio: Danielle Bordelon is a fiction writer currently focusing on short stories and the editing of her novel. She lives in an apartment with three friends, hundreds of abused books, and an overactive imagination. Her short stories have been published in in literary magazines including Black Fox Literary Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, and the Fast-Forward Festival and are available on daniellebordelon.com.
Fade is part of 101 Fiction issue 5.