Skip to main content


Krasue


Demonic spirit or fierce female?

Still half asleep, he could not tell.

The mosquito netting draped over his queen size bed mottled the view.

He knew she was female and her name was Krasue.

She had told him that as she drifted menacingly above his head.

Suspended.

Floating.

Snarling like a wounded cat.

Something dripped onto his forehead and he brushed the liquid with an inquisitive, shaking finger.

It was visceral.

Like blood.

‘Turn on the light.’

It was not a request, it was an order.

This headstrong man did what he was told.

He pulled aside the netting and rose from his bed.

His bowels clenched as he crossed the room and flicked the switch.

The light came on and he looked at his fingers.

They were red.

It was blood!

What in God’s holy name was she?

Again she spoke.

‘I am Krasue and I have come to feed.’

Finally he looked up and caught her flaming red eyes.

She was beautiful.

A bone white face with perfect jawline and delicate bridge to a long, thin nose.

Almond shaped eyes with flaming red pupils.

Her long, jet black hair fanned and floating behind.

Lips full and sensual with shining white teeth.

Blood was dripping from two, long curved fangs.

She smiled.

‘Look at me falang.’

He knew what the Thai slang word meant.

White starched rice – Western man.

So he looked and he was at once mesmerized and horrified.

Below a delicate tapered neck Krasue was just organs, entrails and gore.

She was a car crash floating a metre off the ground.

There was no lower body starting with an exposed throat as only the trachea with all her internal organs visible including a pumping, throbbing heart and the stomach with a length of tangled intestine and bowel.

Hanging.

Krasue’s red intestinal tract emphasized her voracious need. It was full of meat. Human meat that dripped out of an exposed sphincter in the form of shit and blood.

The lungs and liver were visible but much reduced in size as if they were only there for show.

She smiled seductively and her eyelids grew heavy.

She wanted him, not his sex but his blood.

A Valentine’s card for a vampire.

‘You are my prey so choose.’

“What do you mean?” he stammered.

‘Choose your end.’

Need to read more?

This is an excerpt from One Day, One Life: P. 136-7. One Day One Life

Leave a Reply