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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 Vampire Poem by Sky Taylor

Dark Rendezvous is a gothic poem about a vampire on a quest for his perfect mate. What's the old saying? Oh yes, "Some days are diamonds and some days are headstones…."

Dark Rendezvous With a Vampire

The cape, entranced, a bite of romance outside the walls with bludgeoned halls,

night heralds the glen. Its legions of victims from the village knitted below the ridge

quell with the life force necessary for the course of continuing hereafter.

Echoes of laughter rise from below;  mortal men do bestow.

 

But soon they will weep, tho' I will wait until they sleep before I take flight through the moonlit night

to claim my chosen mate. Through the chasm of the village gate

beyond the bluffs and crags and past derelicts decked in rags

up into a window loft will go this gypsy moth to a maiden fair who lies sleeping under moon ray.

 

The exposed teasing flesh of her linear throat meshed in the moonlight  is only a highlight,

denoting the perfection of my to-be beloved one. For what seems to be hours it is I now subdued by her powers

as I survey this perfect fleshen sculpture, pillowed in her human den, warm, soft, radiant, hand without a ring - mine, and only mine for the taking.

 

Her coven sleeps within these walls, my presence unknown to all

that lay locked in silly dreams.  Thus so, it should now seem

that the flawless wench beneath me could be easily taken to see

an endless night of secret things, a romance surpassing human beings'.

 

I bend to touch skin so warm, that familiar hunger suddenly born,

a surge, racing through my hull - first hitting heartless breast, then anchoring in my skull. 

 

Instinct wanes and with one deft movement she stirs beneath the piercing force, her scent

mingling with mine as I draw her life into me.  Slowly she entwines her hands like a lea

around my neck, caressing, encouraging, welcoming me.  I pull back, view her, then lean

again into her, giving her back more than the life for I had taken an everlasting dream less the strife of mortals.  

 

Hand in hand we take flight through flapping curtains outlining shadows of the night,

out of the village, past the ridge to the tower silhouetted against a moonlit sky where

me and my requited love will dance a dance of endless romance.

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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

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