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

Vampire Short Story - Sweet Tooth, Sweet Fangs

ACT II

Then there was Gayle, the seamstress for the pack and aspiring poet. She inhabited pretty fair sewing skills, but sucked at poetry. And she had been stirring up a tirade like some third-world country, blowing everything out of proportion.

She was a bit like the chocolates, irresistible. Irresistible and whiny. It was her way with cloth that kept her on everyone’s good side; the appealing peasant skirts, the blouses with the high-cut bodices, and the little Dutch shoes that she wore – it all worked to her advantage.

Only yesterday, Quinn had overheard her complaining to Beltzen in her foreign rhyming tongue,



“Quinn’s wardrobe is as big,
as a Russian Mig.
I sew all night,
I can’t take flight.
Either he goes on a diet,
or I’ll go on a riot!”

“Spit it out!” Emma told him, interrupting his wild thoughts.

Quinn glared at her, his eyes like two chunks of hot coal. In defiance, he swallowed the chocolate, then delivered a satisfied look.

“What a bad boy you are!” Emma scolded, her ruby lips jutted in front of her ashen face like a precipice on a tall mountain. “Beltzen will not be happy about this.”

“Then he’ll have to get over it,” Quinn drawled, digging into the box again.

Emma went to slap his hand but he gave her a warning look, and using her better judgment, she backed away. Feeling a bit mischievous, he patted the empty space beside him and coaxed her to join him on the black velvet sofa.

Her response was a stiff negative shake of her head, then she announced, “Time for exercise!”

Quinn noticed her white running shoes for the first time.

“Right after Dark Shadows,” he told her, his voice stern. “And I may catch that rerun of Buffy on cable.” Hum, some hot buttered popcorn and soda would go perfectly with the evening’s entertainment.

“Quinn, either get up and move or I’ll inform Beltzar of your total lack of cooperation!” Emma threatened, her tone laced with a cutting edge. “Now, get up! Move!” she soldiered him. “How did you allow yourself to get into this state? And look at those hands! Orange as a witch’s beak!"

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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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