Vampire Stories for the Vampire Hunter

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

Vampire, The Code of the Fang - continued

Zandar recovered swiftly, and had barely sealed off the door of the room containing his wet box as he heard the two men nearing him.

“Boss, meet Orville,” Lester introduced a bit haphazardly, jerking off his Stetson which unfortunately slung out of his hands, hitting Zandar smack dab in the face.

Several four letter words filled the room, Zandar recognizing his voice, then struggling to recover. He hadn’t been this frustrated since Lester had spooked their milk cows last Halloween with his ridiculous glow-in-the-dark skeleton costume.

When Zandar recovered, he gazed at Orville and attempted a civil greeting. The man was uglier than a fistful of wolf spiders! His teeth were jutted completely out of his mouth, just begging for someone to bash them back inside. They were brown, too, like Lester’s. Obviously, the men shared a similar habit.

Orville was supporting overalls that looked like they’d once been the bedding of the family dog. His head was topped off with a red hat that had the words, ‘Choo Choo’ tattooed across the bill, possibly a play on words for the habit he shared with Lester?

“Whut seems to be the problem?” Orville plied with difficulty. His face was gnarled, as if he smelled a wolf.

“Well, Orville, our unit is on the blink,” Zandar explained, leading the gang towards the thermostat in the hall. “It won’t click on.”

Zandar demonstrated, twisting the dial back and forth.

“Hum.”

Zandar watched as Orville removed his red hat and went into a scratching routine, reminding him of Lester. Obviously, the men shared more than one habit.

“Yes? Any bright ideas?” Zandar quizzed, deciding that he was the most patient vampire in the world – if not in the Universe!

“Yep.” click to continue

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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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