Virtuous Flash Fiction: Chastity

Seven days…
Seven saintly virtues…


She cast her eyes downward and tried not to breathe in the delicious syrupy scent. The aroma caught on her lips, teasing her.


He whimpered, sight fastened to the ivory fangs she couldn’t retract. Steel pressed against the desire to gorge herself; the monster inside refused.

She would save him.

Tongue tripped over her teeth, red issue embracing the lip of her heels. She slid the knife from his mortal flesh, drinking in the bloody aroma. Her palms compressed the flow, hot, delicious liquid curling over her fingers.

Just one drop…

Fearful eyes rounded up at her. “Thank you…”

This post is part of the Seven Days, Seven Saintly Virtues Blog Challenge started by the lovely Lady Antimony of the blog Thoughts, Musings and Broken Promises.

Are your virtues this scrumptious…?

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7 thoughts on “Virtuous Flash Fiction: Chastity”

  1. So chaste here means refusing to indulge natural appetites, but rather than sex, the natural appetite is blood, right? Nice writing.

  2. Great power in this piece, the words are as sharp as that knife. I'll have to check out the challenge to get a better idea but as a stand alone effort, this is great! Thanks for sharing!

  3. Okay. One question. How in the "aitch ee double ell" did you manage to make blood, and the thirst for same, so appealing?

    I'm glad the fangs were retracted, but at the same time, I'm saddened. Does that make me a vampire?

  4. Nice! And I especially like that when you did the opposing sin (Lust) it was also with a vampire. The vampire not drinking in order to save life is really touching to me–and cool to see the virtuous undead.

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