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

The Equestrian Vampire - Final Act of this short vampire story.

At the door he paused, almost forgetting the most important item of his cowboy garb, outside of the Stetson hat, of course. Grasping the rusty spurs he knelt and began the arduous task.

Fifteen minutes and twenty cuts later he rose then ambled towards the medicine cabinet where the first aid kit was located. He healed swiftly, but it wouldn't do for his neighbor to begin focusing on his slashed hands. Some of the gashes were rather deep, so on his way out of the door he popped on the leather gloves for added security, then headed for the SUV in the distance.

Ah, the SUV was a beauty - bloodstone with matching leather seats. Much nicer than the black buggy with the rickety seat that Nightmare used to pull him in through the cobblestone streets of London with the aid of the sodium lamp posts lighting the crooked trail.

Quentin's thoughts turned towards his unknown neighbor. He knew very little about her, other than knowing that she liked riding her ugly bug-eyed mare on moonlit nights. He'd caught a glimpse of them on several occasions, her shapely silhouette and the chalky whiteness of the mare's teeth almost blinding him through the distance. Oddly enough, Nightmare found 'beauty in the beast'.

The neighboring ranch house shimmered in the distance and as Quentin pulled the SUV into the circle-drive and anchored the brake, he delivered a slight mocking laugh as he studied the structure. So humanly decorated, he thought, his sharp eyes touching the rooster weathervane, the concrete fountain of a mermaid next to the veranda and the manicured garden dotted with poppies, lilies and roses. He preferred a good crop of wolfbane himself for he didn't like intruders.

The entryway to the house was shrouded in darkness, suiting Quentin well. It was with great effort that he held his fangs in rein. Women tended to overreact, to panic. It was too early in the night for hysterics, and if present circumstance was any indication, then it proved to be a long night ahead.

Three knocks later, yet the door remained unanswered. Quentin was about to take leave and find the stable so he could do a bit of investigating on his own. Then the voice of a woman greeted him through the door, slightly muffled and denoted due to the thickness of the board of oak separating them. However, Quentin's hearing was sharp so the obstruction didn't present a problem.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Mam, I'm Quentin Brooks, your neighbor," he began, his voice clear, concise. "I'd like to speak to you -"

Suddenly, the door revolved open, cutting him off in mid-sentence and the beautiful young woman who appeared finished it for him, "About your wayward horse."

Quentin wasn't easily stunned or dazzled, yet the woman before him was cocooned in rapturous beauty; unblemished golden-colored skin, emerald-green eyes and blood-red lips.

His gaze shifted to the hollows of her long neck then flew back to her face as she drawled, "Well darn. If I had known you were one of us, I wouldn't have waited for your weather-beaten horse to have dragged you over here."

Quentin lifted his brows, finding it hard to believe his good fortune. He could have searched the four corners of the earth for an eternity without finding such a beautiful female vampiress. Perhaps Nightmare was worth something after all he went on to decide, anxious to get out of the spurs and tight-fitting jeans.

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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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