Something Buried #6 - Feeding Space

Chance looked on as the crew, the plants, shrivelled around him. The viewing window looked out on the spectacle as the creature freed a bat-like wing from its prison. Blotting out the stars.

Finally free, the Great Vampire screeched its triumph. It slowly turned towards the Galaxy, glowing with life and light. Then back to its new disciple.

The ship broke apart around Chance, the air escaped his lungs, the icy cold of interstellar space latched itself to his bones. Then the voice came once more.

"Come. We shall feed. This Universe is plentiful. I bestow upon you unlife!"