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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

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Vampire Beauty is Only Skin Deep - A Short Vampire Story

Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn


The Hound & the Fox was THE popular place to be for hair styling, massages, and body wraps.  Zelda’s two-year success story was phenomenal, turning a run-down cottage into a booming business, and going it alone at that.

Barbie swore by Zelda’s grape seed facial that contained ‘secret’ ingredients.  Not one zitz since she’d started the treatments eighteen months ago.  Zelda was a miracle worker, for sure.  And now, the dumb lummox Brad Jowalksy was going to ruin everything!  Barbie had to find some way to talk him out of confronting Zelda.


Barbie relaxed a notch as the park came into clear view, Brad sitting on a bench alone, tossing bread to the friendly pigeons that were congregated at his Nike-clad feet.

“You’re late,” he pointed out, tossing the last remains to the gray flying beggars.  “I said seven on the dot.”

“So sue me,” Barbie tossed out, settling beside him.  

She felt pretty comfortable around Brad; they’d been friends since early childhood – about sixteen years now.  Next year, she supposed they would graduate together.  That is, if she didn’t kill him first for confronting her beloved Zelda.

“I’m going to see her tonight…get things out in the open,” Brad announced, being the abrupt person that he was.  “I’m onto her and it’s just not right, Barb.”

She sighed impatiently, grasping at straws.  “Brad, look – you’re suspicions are ludicrous. What are you going to say to her?  Huh?  Something like…Zelda, the game’s up; I know you are a vampire?”

“Yep, that sounds about right,” he echoed, shaking his head positively.

Barbie longed to scream, would have if a policeman wasn’t stationed on the corner of the street by the park’s gates.

“So what next?  Frank?”

“What?” Brad asked for clarification, his eyes on her now rather than the scattering pigeons.

“Frank, the lifeguard at the pool.  What if he’s really the Loch Ness Monster, Brad?”

“Not funny.”

Barbie twitched her mouth to one side, a cute dimple popping into her cheek.  “Granted, Zelda’s a bit odd, but-”


“She’s inhuman, not of this world, a-a vampiress,” he insisted and Barbie suddenly understood that this conversation wasn’t going anywhere fast.

Squaring her shoulders and taking his left hand in her’s, she gazed into Brad’s handsome face and challenged, “Zelda dresses a little weird, and then there’s her Transylvanian accent, so yeah, she’s unique.  But a vampire?  And…well, in her line of work, it really pays to be different, to have a certain mystic about one’s self.”

“Perfume would suffice,” Brad mocked, squeezing Barbie’s hand affectionately.  Women, they were very thick-headed!  Adorable, but thick-headed!

He narrowed his dark eyes at Barbie as she continued, “Brad, you’re really losing it; perhaps the photo club at school is a bit too much.  With that, your schooling, the basketball team – you’re a bit overloaded.  Yes, that’s it,” she suddenly decided, her eyes downcast as she analyzed her friend.  “You’re suffering from brain overload.”

He abruptly withdrew his hand from her and dipped it into one of the kangaroo pockets of his jeans.  Next thing that Barbie sees is a photo that looks over-processed.  

Brad jerked out, “You call this brain overload?  What is the old saying?  A picture is worth a thousand words?  Barb, here are a thousand words for you.”

She tried to register her blue eyes onto the print but it was difficult, as Brad was flashing it up and down like a paper hammer.  Impatiently, she snatched it from him and gave it a good once over.

“There’s nothing here, Brad.  Nada.  Your wild ideas are starting to effect your photographic abilities.  And…and what is this? A-a still life?”

Brad pursed his lips, then settled back confidently onto the bench, feeling a bit cocky.  

His eyes lit with mischievousness as he eased out, “More like still death.”  He leaned towards Barbie and his sweet breath washed over her face as he whispered, “It’s a picture of Zelda.”

“Hum, and a very bad one at that,” she pointed out offhandedly.

Brad narrowed his dark eyes and snatched the photo from her, depositing it back into the kangaroo pocket.  Sometimes, Barb could be terribly dense.  He silently wondered if Zelda’s blood-letting had effected her reasoning abilities.  He knew she’d been one of Zelda’s victims; last week he had detected two very miniscule bite marks with his magnifying glass as she had lay sleeping on the blanket beside him here, in this very park.

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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

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