If the dark Count had a cat it would be sleek and slim not fat. Its coat of rich obsidian silk would shine from drinking blood not milk. And if that parasite of people had instead a hound - the beast would feast on human flesh it dug out of the ground. But what if Nosferatu nurtured rabid owls and bats - and fed to them a daily diet of screeching, wriggling rats. But wait, perhaps he'd have a hawk but it's too hard to tell - what vampires do domesticate as household pets in hell. And then I heard a whispered word from the lips of the un-dead - the carnivore he most adores is the fox of blood-rush red.
About the Author Robert Reilly currently works as a program manager at a residential drug and alcohol rehab facility in western Massachusetts. In the past, Robert has been employed as a musician, a rock-climbing guide, and a maximum-security prison guard. His memoir ‘Life in Prison: Eight Hours at a Time’ won a Silver Medal at the 2015 IBPA Awards for best new voice and was a finalist in the memoir category at the 2015 Maine literary awards. About the Artist <bio>
