…And Dolly Makes Three
Cooper had stumbled across the mad vampire Blight’s dolly by accident, and had kept it for ransom; her precious toy in exchange for immortality. Bitch. He had told her how to find him and now he was a busted mess on the warehouse floor.
‘Take it…,’ wheezed Cooper. He offered the threadbare doll by its floppy foot. Blight, pissed and trembling, snatched the doll from his hands and turned on her heels.
He almost called her back, but something in him burst and started to ooze. He sat there dying, watching immortality slip between his fingers and out the door.