Living in a mysterious house overlooking the town, Seamus haunts the halls with his dog at his side. He's doomed to un-life, cursed, essentially a zombie, but without all the icky rot. His only human friend is a delightful fella by the name of Tibbit. Sweet Tibbit accepts him for who he is, and oh, how Seamus loves him for that.<br><br>But can there ever be love between a lonely human and a man whose heart doesn't beat the way it should? Love got Seamus into this mess; is it worth it to try again?

Bloodstained Heart

“You really want to know?” Seamus asked, his voice taking on an odd tone. Did Tibbit detect a note of menace or could it be sorrow?


He swallowed down the lump in his throat. “Yes.”


Seamus reached up, fingers gripping the edge of the hood. “Fine.”


The material fell away to reveal deathly pale skin, purple lips, and gray eyes that drew him in. It was hard to say what he might have expected, perhaps some sort of disfigurement that made Seamus afraid to venture out for fear of ridicule. People could be quite rude, after all. And maybe he was supposed to be repulsed or freaked out by Seamus’s appearance, instead he put down Atlas, the pup racing across the floor to his owner, and closed the distance between them.


“I’m dead,” Seamus whispered. “Confined to haunt the hells of this place.”


Chapter 7