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 IV

“You’re a freak, if anything,” Emma spat out bitterly. “Not quite human, not quite vampire. We feed on humans, you feed on rare steak. I voted to have you ousted, but no, Beltzar wanted to give you one last chance. Lucky for you he likes your singing voice.”

“Rare steak. Speaking of which, I favor the shank cut,” he smiled. “It’s tough, a bit of a challenge.”

“Therein lies your trouble,” Emma persisted. “Steak, pastries, gravies, candy – specifically chocolate, and you’re not brand-conscious.” She paused to glare at him, then continued, “You should open up a donut shop – bake all night and hire some scrap of a kid to sell your wares when dawn breaks.”

“Emma, that’s not a bad idea,” he told her, his eyes lighting at the thought.

“I beg to differ,” she hissed. “You’d eat your fill before morning and they would be nothing left for your customers.”

From there, Emma went into the exercise routine again, but Quinn won out. In fact, he loafed around in front of the television set watching Dark Shadows and Buffy while enjoying two batches of extra butter movie popcorn and a liter of cola.

Afterwards, he took a bumpy flight into the neighboring village, secured a young man to help him sell his pastries, and rented a quaint little shop with one heck of a nice basement.

One month later, Quinn’s Qrazy Donut Shoppe was the hit of the village. He never heard from Emma, Gayle, or the weight-prejudiced Beltzar again, although he did manage to make a visit to his old stomping grounds one night when he’d finished making his pastries and donuts ahead of schedule.

The only trace of a past he found was a note in Gayle’s sewing room that said,

“They came in the day,
Our gate gave way.
Emma went first,
Into the hearse,
Beltzar was next,
He was certainly hexed,
They are coming for me,
Wish I could flee,
But they won’t get Quinn,
Because his gut wasn’t thin.”

To this day, Quinn still lives happily ever after.

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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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