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

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The Old Bat - continued

The Old Bat, finale

“Are you Satan?” Kate probed, drawing her basket closer to her for protection.

“You should be so lucky!” he laughed loudly, obviously aware that no one else was on the streets at this blinding dark hour of the night. He continued to taunt her with, “You’re so old, I’m not sure you’re worth my trouble. Probably have some very tired blood flowing in those blown-out veins of yours, old woman.”

“Tch, tch,” she mocked him, again finding his breath appalling, his demeanor just as offensive. “So I am an old woman,” she eased out, her voice as calm as the wind’s of the night. “You’ve yet to identify yourself,” she reminded, shifting her weight to one side.

The night air was causing her arthiritus to flare up. If not for this unwanted intruder, she’d be tucked into her house right now enjoying a cup of peach and ginger tea.

She wasn’t certain if he would respond, and she half wanted him not to due to the potency of his breath. Finally, he eased out, “I am what one would call….a child of the night. A…a young bat, old woman,” he laughed. “You’re either very dense, or very brave,” he decided to share, his eyes and fangs still glowing, still freenzied. “I almost feel pity for you. You’re at the crossroads of life and death. Let me give you death,” he suggested, though it was more of a statement than a suggestion.

Before Kate blinked, he’d knocked her to the pavement. The contents of the wicker basket remained against her, as she’d anchored it, expecting his advance.

The stranger tossed back his head and the two points of light were spiraling towards her. And then he stopped, tossing back his head again and cringing to the ground beside him.

Kate continued to hold the mirror of the compact towards his face as she collected the fresh garlic from her basket. With grace, she crumbled it onto his chest, and he screamed for mercy. So Kate gave him mercy. The back-scratcher went smoothly through his heartless chest as she pounded it with the loaf of crispy French bread.

As he drew his last breath, she looked down and told him, “This is what happens when one deals with an old bat!”

Katy slept like a log that night. Come morning, she’d rise extra early for a second trip to the market. She couldn’t wait to share her adventure with her niece and nephew later that evening!

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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.

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