Darkstache Week - Day 4
Prompts by @projectdarkstache
Day 4 - Cryptids and creatures
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“Do you ever sleep anymore?”
   Sunlight spilled from the wide, drapeless windows across the tile floor, illuminating the few stray dust motes floating in the air. Just beyond its reach lay Wilford, sprawled on his back. Blood coated his mouth and the elongated fangs he bared lazily at the ceiling. It also stained the front of his slightly scorched shirt, as well as his hands, which had a few minor burns. Clearly, he’d been feeding a lot. And recently.
   “Don’t need to,” he slurred, shifting his gaze to Dark, who hovered in the parlor doorway, gingerly avoiding the shafts of sunlight lapping at his feet and leaning against the rod of his umbrella. “Sleep is for the weak.”
   “That’s a human phrase.” Dark unfolded the umbrella, held it up over his head, then stepped into the parlor, safe within his own created shadow.
   “Oh! You unfolded- unfolded an umbrella inside.” Wilford lifted his head, gesturing noncommittally at the umbrella. “Bad luck. That’s bad luck.”
   Dark dropped to a crouch, propping the umbrella against his shoulder. He smiled wanly. “I think we’ve had enough bad luck, don’t you?”
   He extended a hand for Wilford to take, and helped him to his feet, supporting his weight when his knees nearly gave way. “You’re a blood-drunk idiot. And you need to stop hunting during the day. You’ve got burns everywhere.”
   “Uh-huh.” Wilford’s head was already lolling, his eyelids already fluttering. By the time Dark warped them away in a swirl of ash-black, he was dead asleep.
