MicroHorror

The ship was waiting when she reached the launch site, shining pale in the light of the full moon. She took her place at the end of the queue of prospective passengers, which seemed to snake for miles towards the distant hatch. As she stood in the chill night air, she observed her fellow travelers. Most seemed to be solitary, but there were a few knots of friends or ad hoc families. All, like her, were free of baggage or other encumbrance. Once aboard the ship, they would nestle inside stasis chambers and sleep dreamlessly while the ship moved silently through empty space. The voyage would take centuries, if not millennia, the planners had said, but time meant nothing to those waiting to board. Only the destination mattered: that distant, unimagined planet where the vampires could dwell without fear, free from the dreadful light of Earth’s burning sun.