Nite Bites
Nite Bites NIGHT BITES: THE SCARLET THIRST Case Notes by Dr. John H. Watson Chapter One: A Lovely Bite of Madness “You know, Holmes,” I said, swirling the last drop of my lukewarm joe in the chipped mug, “not every bite mark in London is a vampire's love letter.” “No,” he muttered, tapping the corpse’s neck with a pencil, “but when three Viscounts, a poet laureate, and the head of a tea syndicate are found with identical puncture wounds and posthumous euphoria—something’s nibbling beyond reason.” We stood over Lord Penrose’s waxy corpse in his velvet drawing room. The man looked… pleased. Two perfect puncture wounds on his neck. Not a drop of blood left in him. His mouth curled in what I could only describe as post-mortem flirtation. Holmes stood, pocketing the pencil. “Same bite radius. Same angle. Same post-drain grin. This isn’t murder, Watson. This is art.” “That’s not comforting, Holmes.” “Good. It’s not meant to be.” “Remind me again why we’re here before the po...