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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Short Vampire Stories - Goat’s Pine A la Mode

ACT II

Surely, not humans? He’d only arrived just before daybreak this morning. Too soon to be hunted.

He tensed as a loud thud sounded once again on top of the coffin. Someone, or something was rapping, as if they were trying to steal their way into his safe lair.

The vampire twisted his head, the blackness of the cushioned cocoon surrounding him as he attempted to hone in on a voice. One advantage of being a vampire was his capability of picking up the slightest of sounds.

So he lay there. Listening. Quiet as a mouse.

Then he heard something….a munching – as if someone were eating.

The vampire must have strained his neck a bit too hard for a raw ache shot up the length, tunneling into the base of his skull. He eased out a deep moan, yearning to draw a hand up to his neck and soothe away the pain. But in the confined area of the coffin, that was out of the question.

Another loud thud pronounced from above onto the coffin.

A pick? A shovel? It was becoming painfully obvious that someone was trying to reach him.

Perhaps to destroy him?

Again, the vampire twisted his head to one side, more gingerly now than before, to see if he could pick up a slight sound. One arc of light would be his demise. Would the pine wood of the coffin hold up to the stress being thrust upon its face?

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