An Education in Malice

by S.T. Gibson

I didn’t need any other teacher, not when the light of her brilliance shone bright enough to illuminate my whole life.

But this girl, this Carmilla… she undid all my domestication. One smile from her and I wanted to loose my hair and chase her barefoot through the woods, I wanted to knock her to the ground and pin her like a butterfly, I wanted to dig my teeth into her plush lower lip, I wanted, I wanted.

After all, what horror wouldn’t I tolerate, if it was meted out by the hand of my beloved?