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 III

He silently cursed his ignorance. He should have allowed more time for getting situated into his new home. On the other hand, he'd had little choice. In the last village, he’d taken thirteen victims, and had barely escaped in the night. He had attempted to cover his tracks, and to choose his temporary location wisely. It appeared he had failed.

If the mob hadn’t been so swift in their anger, there would have been time to bury deeper into the ground. And if they hadn’t taken out his servant, he would have assured that the coffin was well beyond discovery.

If he had not prepared a secret passageway, the vampire was certain that he would have been no more, just as his faithful servant.

Crunching, eating. Yes, someone was eating. Atrocious manners, too.

Goat paused from his munching, then pawed on the pine beneath him. It sounded hollow. Perhaps the pine contained an arsenal of other scrumptious goodies! Tin cans, broken glass – he wasn’t picky.

He bashed his hoof hard onto the pine, without success. My, he was feeling a bit warm due to his physical efforts. It was good that it wasn’t a hot summer day.

Determined to break into pine to see what lay beyond, Goat began pouncing hard onto the soft wood. Dancing. Kicking. Jumping. Hard now.

My, it was growing very hot now. Goat felt exhausted and eased out a soft bleat, “Baaaaa.”

The vampire widened his eyes. Baaaaa? A lost baby? A sheep perhaps?

Goat bleated again, “Baaaaa.”

A goat! There was a goat on his box, the vampire suddenly realized.

“Go away!” he screamed out, as loud as possible, now that he knew he wasn’t dealing with a human threat.

Goat twisted his head to the left, then to the right. It was a city person! A city person was behind his pine!

Perhaps they had goodies to share? Perhaps a taco salad? With salsa, he thought, his tummy suddenly doing belly flips.

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