Epitaph
Contains:
discussions of trauma and transphobia
discussions of trauma and transphobia
breeding, pregnancy discussion, transformation, blood
Blood, gore, sex, pain, transformation
This story contains depictions of transformation, dominance, human doll, biting, implied past abuse, and death
This story contains depictions of suicidal ideation, blood, transformation, mental change, dominance, biting, discussions of violence, past abuse, and transphobia.
The rain which beat against the dirty windows of the forest home was echoed in the steady dripping of water off a miserable girl’s sodden clothes. Her name was Rachael, and she came to the home in the woods she knew of only in hushed, angry whispers to end her life. The object of that desire sat across from her in a wooden chair creaking with age. The flames of the fire behind Rachael cast the woman before her in flickering light and shadow. The woman was a witch, it was said; and Rachael had no reason to believe that rumor untrue.
Frosted wind howled savagely and beat against the thick plexiglass shell covering a lonely maglev train station. Inside stood a single woman shivering even in a thick coat and standing beneath heaters that hummed lowly in the grim light.
It’s too cold, she thought, and was surprised at herself. With a Canadian passport buried in the silver bag on her arm, beneath scarves and gloves and estrogen pills, she wouldn’t have thought herself a stranger to freezing temperatures. Yet here she was. Standing on a tile platform as gray and featureless as the world outside, the monotony only broken by rows of plastic benches, Laura pulled her coat tighter around herself.