Fang - Prologue

Before

The smell hit me first.

Coppery and thick, I knew what I was smelling before I had even switched on the light.

It clung to my tongue, coating the inside of my mouth, until I had no choice but to swallow down the metallic taste of it.

Shakily, I reached out, my fingers trembling so much that I missed the light switch on the first attempt.

It wasn’t that I wanted to see what I already knew was there, more that I had to see it.

I had to…with my own two eyes.

Two seconds it took, though it felt like a lifetime, for my eyes to finally get used to the light. The moment they did, I wished I was back in the darkness.

Red.

My whole living room was red.

The walls were splattered and dripping; the carpet squelched as I took a step forward. And even that small step splashed droplets up over my sneakers.

It looked like someone had opened several gallons of sticky, scarlet paint and dumped them over my life.

But I knew it wasn’t painted.

Fighting back the urge to gag, I forced myself to