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

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Would Joe win with his 42 pound weight loss, or Tesa who had showed a remarkable 41 pound loss on last week's show? The excitement was overwhelming, as the show's twenty-week run was drawing to a dramatic close. The winner would take all - a $5,000 wardrobe, the services of a personal chef for one year, and a lifetime membership in one of the sleekest fitness clubs in England.

Poor wandering Dameon. Lost in the woods with no one to give a care. His father's magnifying glass, centered in intricately carved cherrywood, was tightly lodged in one small hand. He had brought it along in hopes of finding bugs which he could burn into a smoking flash via use of the giant sun overhead. But Dameon quickly discovered that the giant globe overhead that sailed through the night sky was indeed, not the sun.

Staggering, wandering, dragging himself through the woods, Dameon searched through the darkness to locate a familiar path that might wind homeward. Lost...so lost. Nothing to drink, nothing to eat - except the intricately carved cherrywood magnifying glass. But he wasn't quite sure the object was edible.

"Who, who, who are you?" a sinister voice stole through the night.

Dameon jutted out his head, his neck one long slanted line through the simmering moonlight, a tempting delight for the vampire that had been tracking the boy for the last half hour.

Scratching his head, Dameon tried to focus on the shadow before him. A man? Wolf? Perhaps a big bat, for it looked as if this looming portrait supported giant wings.

He felt the wind glide across his face, then the breath of the vampire not a hand's space away.

"Egad - are you a wolf?" Dameon asked, the ripe scent repelling. Unable to douse his curiosity a moment longer, he lifted the magnifying glass, wedging it between him and his confronter.

But something strange happened. There was a loud 'poof' and Dameon was suddenly alone, only the sound of a twitchy owl hooting in the distance.

Realization struck Dameon! The large shadow had been that of the owl, hooting in the distance.

He giggled lightly, then drug up a deep belly laugh, falling to the ground, unable to contain his mirth - falling fortunately, onto the trail leading to his abode.

Twenty minutes later he was home, just in time to see Tesa meeting her new chef.

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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

The Vampire Bat, el Desmodus rotundas - Blood sucking demon? Flying devil? Parasite from hell? Could these cruel descriptions be related to our little winged friend, the Vampire Bat? Yes, I'm afraid so. However, the myths and legends that portray these winged lovelies are highly exaggerated. continue

Transformation of a Vampire - You see him in the black night, at first an ominous silhouette cloaked by the sheen of a silver moon high overhead. The unique power of transformation is one of the most alluring talents of a Vampire…

The shadow abruptly transforms from what appeared to be a man, into a wolf then vanishes into the night. For a moment, you believe you have imagined this phenomena but your sixth sense tells you that you've just crossed paths with a Vampire. continue

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Sky At Dawn sets the focus on vampires - funny, bumbling vampires. However, take note that a few of our tales measure a 4 on the Spooky Scale. Other than being a bit scary, all are 'wholesome'. Well, perhaps that's not the correct word to use. Let's just say that the language and content is 'nice', not naughty. Just scary.

However, 99% of our content is humor and on that note, please know that we cannot be responsible for those that laugh themselves to death.

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