Vampire Stories

Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.

One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?

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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785. Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser. He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim. continue

The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you! The coffin is over here!" Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . . continue

The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood. She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... continue

The Equestrian Vampire - Act 1

The vampire idiot of a horse was nowhere to be found. Last night, Quentin had searched the entirety of the land surrounding his ranch until daybreak. He feared the worse.

It was becoming blatantly obvious that Nightmare had sauntered to the neighboring ranch, intent on romancing the bug-eyed mare that resided there. The mare was in season; Vampires had a nose for things such as this…

Quentin made his way to the upper floor of the ranch house where he kept a stash of cowboy gear - Stetson hat, jeans, a plaid shirt with pearl buttons, a pair of snakeskin boots, and a paisley bandana. How he detested paisley. He was rather proud of the boots, though.

He had challenged the snake himself one hot summer night by the escarpment on the west-end of his property. Afterwards, he'd cured and dried the skin then waited for daylight savings time to kick in, for only then was he able to get into the city before the cobbler's shop closed.

Snarling his lip, and silently threatening to hang a wreath of garlic around Nightmare's neck when this ordeal was completed, Quentin rammed one leg through the jeans, bounced around a bit then awkwardly managed to finish pulling on the jeans.

"Nuts, this is uncomfortable," he grumbled, grabbing the zipper and roughly tugging it shut. "Nothing like the cape."

Over the centuries, he'd grown comfortable wearing the cape. It was roomy and graceful, especially on those occasions when he felt like a spontaneous flight through the dark night.

And he looked smashing in black for it complimented his jet-black hair. The expansion of the cape also served to offset the triangular-shaped widow's peak that otherwise tended to mirror a rail-like image. Mirror; another dastardly word.

Once the boots were attached, Quentin scrambled down the stairs almost falling amid his anxious stance. Floating was a heck of a lot easier than walking.

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The Vampire & The Cowboy - He had ridden so far, so long, that Jack's thighs still smelled of smoked leather from the saddle that sat astride his twenty-year old mare, Ladonya. And the horse wasn't happy about the extended ride. She had been blowing through her nostrils at him for the last ten minutes, the last gust a gnat's ass from Jack's ear. continue

The Ethnic Vampire Wars -A thick layer of fog lay captive in the valley below the castle. It was the Ethnic Vampire Wars. continue

Fashion Statement - Vampires - Vincent revolved his dark head slightly, moving his eyes mysteriously over the crowd. They loved him, without a doubt. His popularity was certainly nothing to scoff about. But would they love him still, if they knew that he was a vampire? continue

Pretty In Pick - “Right here – pile it on right cheer,” the hick told Qieu, pointing his half-full fork of spaghetti to his plate. continue

Goat's Pine al la Mode - Goat lived in a valley that was sparsely clothed with pines, red cedars, and sumac that turned a vivid red each autumn. As so was the season, for autumn had settled in for a brief visit that soon would welcome winter. continue

Sweet Tooth, Sweet Fangs - Quinn studied the box of chocolates, finding them irresistible. continue

Vampire Online - Jewel entered the chatroom, settling in for a relaxing night of frivolous chatter. The chats were always entertaining, and a pretty brainless way to chill out for the evening. continue

Oh, My Aching Fang! - “Ouch! Don’t touch it! Get away from me, you old sawbones!”

“Quit being such a baby,” Monique hissed, her beautiful pale face mere inches from Sandar's. “Well, it’s settled, dear. You’re going to need a dentist.” continue

Vampire For Hire - It wasn’t easy, obtaining a decent night job. In the first place, not many businesses were willing to do interviews for the night slots during the late evening hours, after the sun went down. Being a vampire, that was the only time when Jase could face the world – during the dark of night, that is. continue

The Vampire Bat, el Desmodus rotundas - Blood sucking demon? Flying devil? Parasite from hell? Could these cruel descriptions be related to our little winged friend, the Vampire Bat? Yes, I'm afraid so. However, the myths and legends that portray these winged lovelies are highly exaggerated. continue

Transformation of a Vampire - You see him in the black night, at first an ominous silhouette cloaked by the sheen of a silver moon high overhead. The unique power of transformation is one of the most alluring talents of a Vampire…

The shadow abruptly transforms from what appeared to be a man, into a wolf then vanishes into the night. For a moment, you believe you have imagined this phenomena but your sixth sense tells you that you've just crossed paths with a Vampire. continue

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Sky At Dawn sets the focus on vampires - funny, bumbling vampires. However, take note that a few of our tales measure a 4 on the Spooky Scale. Other than being a bit scary, all are 'wholesome'. Well, perhaps that's not the correct word to use. Let's just say that the language and content is 'nice', not naughty. Just scary.

However, 99% of our content is humor and on that note, please know that we cannot be responsible for those that laugh themselves to death.

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