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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

WEREWOLF ON THE PROWL

by Sky Taylor

Shadow Rider - a werewolf story found only at Sky At Dawn

The night was young.  The yellow sun had vacated the cloudless sky a short hour ago leaving behind a shroud of intense heat.

Even so, Cally sat close to the blue-blaze of the campfire, a paisley blanket surrounding every inch of her small form except her face.  Something was out there, mingled with the darkness.  This 'thing' had been staring at her for what seemed to be an eternity, in actuality - mere minutes.

 

This child of hell lay waiting in the shadows, allowing time for her fire to dance and die - to seize the final moment in time.....her time.

There was a rush through her system, as if she'd taken a sudden plunge from an aeroplane, in a parachute.

Her thoughts circled as she remembered the man back at the camping supply store in the park earlier today who had seemed overly-interested in her.  He had insisted on loading her tiny sack of supplies in her jeep, asking her a volley of questions in the process.

'Where was she planning to camp? How long was she staying? Was she camping alone? Did she happen to have a pet with her?"

Fear rushed through her body and seemed to lodge in her throat.  Her worst fears were realized as the subject of her thoughts stepped from the shadows, the reeds lodged along the bed of the river bank echoing like distant drums as the wind kicked up simultaneously with her fear.

He had returned for the kill, a rifle lodged in his gloved hand, aimed directly at Cally as she sat shaking by the light of the campfire in the hot breath of Summer Evening.

When she would have screamed, a loud growl like that of a giant wolf penetrated the air from behind her, the stranger cocking the rifle and firing a shot that echoed along the riverbank, joining the haunting echoes of the reeds.

Cally watched in shock as the large wolf fell mid-air and landed not two feet from her.

As she fought to recover, the stranger ambled quickly to the kill.

As Cally viewed him with wide eyes he told her, "Third werewolf this month."

Moral of the story: Sometimes, our worst fears are not in front of us, rather behind us.

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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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 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.

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