“You see, Lisa, I want to help out. This place has done so much for me and all I'm doing is sitting around gathering dust. There has to be something I can do to help out around here. Anything.”

“How do you feel about guarding prisoners?”

“Sure. Not a problem.”

“We're all set for an ultr... wait, where's...?”

“Never mind. Back when you worked for Hunter. Didn't you create a fledgling vampire? How did you do that?”

“A blood transfusion. Why?”

“I want to see if you can do something like that again.”

“Curious. What do you have in mind?”

*Beep*

“Um, Daddy? It's me. Katrina. I've missed you. Sorry about the last time we talked. I know it was a shock. Also, sorry I haven't called you since then. It seemed like you didn't want me. To call. But I still love you, even so. Please call me back?”

New Challenge Prompt!

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Life will do it to you every single time; you think you know where you are heading. You’ll think you know what’s on the horizon. You think you know, but you don’t. You are just along for the ride, you’re one hairpin curve away from heading in the opposite direction.

Perry did not believe. A god would not chose him. It was impossible.

With a flash of steel, his heart stopped, frozen mid beat with a sword through it's center.

He should be dead, and yet he lived. It was impossible, and yet it was true.

God was a unicorn.

He was going for the touchdown, dodging everyone that stood between him and the other end of the schoolyard. Sam wasn’t going to let that happen. He dove at Shane from behind, grabbing hold of his leg. As they collapsed, Shane’s shin practically melted through his fingers. “Mu…Mutant!” Sam shouted.

Parents love, respect, cherish and adorn their children. That is what Agnes believed. She believed that about her parents, that everything they did was for her own good.

If that were true then did they brand her with a white-hot crucifix out of love?

Agnes still cries at the thought.

They started the academy together: Mocked the same TV shows, drank the same beer, shared the same laughs…

Traiter? Jorge couldn’t believe it. But lying on the wet dock, he held up his glock 9mm and pointed it at the man’s chest. He pulled the trigger. He had to believe…

Vicente had been traveling for days. Only twelve years old, he staggered through the burning wasteland, seeking to make his father happy. Achieve the last test!

Dehydrated and starving when he found him, he grinned from ear-to-ear. He succeeded! He won!

Then his father unveiled the coyote head.

“Eat it.”

The French curl became Lori's business signature. Blonde didn't register as stupid when pulled austerely away from the face. It became something better and more powerful. All because of a few hairpins and a severe twist. Like magic. With hair down, respect falls. Keep it up and you're the boss.

Agility training. Noel dodged between the cones. Her shoes skidded across concrete gym floor when she turned and started the course in reverse. She wasn't good enough yet. Not fast or clever enough. How could she claim to be his apprentice? Noel turned and ran it again. Turn, run again.

New 50 word prompt:

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Anna's face was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed, warm from toe to top. There was pressure on the back of his head and lips that faded away. She was walking away from him, leaving him proper spining. David's lips twitched, remembering before a shy smile.

"Blimey..."

Forehead. The last time she kissed him, it had been his forehead. Not this time. His hand cupped her cheek. He could see her blush in the moonlight and he knew what he wanted. Not the power. Just the love and kisses. Unfortunately, he couldn't get one without the other.