My Facade

Story Board Stories 2 stories

Summary

“No! No! Please! Stop!” The woman in front of me crawls backwards from me. They always do. It’s as if I’m terrifying or something. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Please let me go.” She whimpers. …… Tavish has lived for a little under a century. He has done what his kind always have, however, he has adapted to his prey. …… Darren is a private investigator. His job takes him all over the city, sometimes for weeks on end. That’s how he met her. …… Clove is a tattoo artist. She and her sister own the only women owned store in their area. It took them six years, but they made it. One day her sister pointed out the random guy that always went out of his way to stand outside the store after coming out of the coffee shop across the street. …… Darren insists this is pure curiosity. Tavish calls it hunting. This was supposed to be a small indulgence that Darren allowed himself, but the facade slowly starts to crack. This story is entirely fictional. The lore comes from Scottish folklore. All characters are fictional. All rights reserved. Do not copy without the author’s permission.