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Index:
Where
the Children Cry at Night: by Thom Futrell
Lore’s Corner: Phoenix by LM David
Hybrids-The Return of Xanathos: by Brien O’Raighne
The Magician’s Notebook: Astral Projection: Frank
Julius Palumbo
Dear Hattie: Helen Bishop
Vampire Music: by Jodie Pierce
The Worm Farm (Chapters 17 & 18): Helen Bishop
Rand’s Story: 6th Blood Lord: by Brien O’Raighne
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WHERE THE CHILDREN CRY AT NIGHT
TGREAPER
Haunted houses, abandoned
buildings, places of mistreatment.
Legends and Stories galore. The Holy Cross Orphanage is no
exception. Some will tell you about
hauntings, children crying, ghosts of nuns walking the empty halls. And others
will tell you there is nothing there but an old building and a lot of
imagination. What makes a true haunting? Is it energy soaked into dark walls
like blood soaked into a sponge at a crime scene? Or is it just a figment of
our imagination?
There is an old orphanage on
fisher street that is haunted, it is said that children were beaten and killed
in this orphanage. A nun once beat a boy so badly that he died and a funeral
service was held for him in the basement only for the children and faculty. The
nun did not want to be punished for killing the boy so she had him buried in
the nearby cemetery.
Formerly known as the Holy
Cross Orphanage, the Old City Orphanage stands against the Marquette hills as a
menacing reminder of the city’s past. Built in 1915 and abandoned in the
mid-sixties, the Catholic orphanage remains a location of lengthy narrative and
legend. According to occupants of the orphanage, the nuns were known to
physically and mentally abuse the children and were fierce in their
punishments. One account recalls a little girl playing outside during a
blizzard and subsequently catching pneumonia. She died several days later. As a
testament to her foolishness and a warning to the other children, the nuns put
her body on display for all to view. The crying of children is said to be heard
if passing the building on a quiet night.
So, is it haunted? To me it
sounds like the kids that lived here would have lived a better life inside a
haunted location. Sometimes the human race is the scariest monster. I wish them
all peace.
Until next time, Sweet
Nightmares!
Author Bio:
Thom Futrell is a horror
writer living in Jackson Michigan. He has been in more than sixty publications
and has four films under his belt. He writes under the name T.G. Reaper.
The Mythology of the Phoenix
by: LM David
by: LM David
In Greek mythology, a phoenix or phenix
(Greek: φοῖνιξ phoinix; with Latin: phoenix, phœnix, fenix) is a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated
or reborn. Associated the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the
ashes of its predecessor. According to some sources, the phoenix dies in a show
of flames and combustion, although there are other sources that claim that the
legendary bird dies and simply decomposes before being born again. According to
some texts, the phoenix could live over 1,400 years before rebirth. Herodotus,
Lucan, Pliny the Elder, Pope Clement I, Lactantius, Ovid, and Isidore of
Seville are among those who have contributed to the retelling and transmission
of the phoenix motif.
In the historical record, the phoenix "could
symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empire,
metempsychosis, consecration, resurrection, life in the heavenly Paradise,
Christ, Mary, virginity, the exceptional man, and certain aspects
of Christian life".
Etymology
The modern English noun phoenix derived from
Middle English phenix (before 1150), and from Old English fēnix
(around 750). Old English fēnix was borrowed from Medieval Latin phenix,
which is derived from Classical Latin phoenīx. The Classical Latin phoenīx
represents Greek φοῖνιξ phoinīx.
In ancient Greece and Rome, the bird, was sometimes
associated with the similar-sounding Phoenicia, a civilization famous for its
production of purple dye from conch shells. A late antique etymology offered by
the 6th- and 7th-century CE archbishop Isidore of Seville accordingly derives
the name of the phoenix from its allegedly purple-red hue. Because the costly
purple dye from Phoenicia was associated with the upper classes in antiquity
and, later, with royalty, in the medieval period the phoenix was considered
"the royal bird".
Relation to the Egyptian
Bennu
Classical discourse on the subject of the phoenix
points to a potential origin of the phoenix in Ancient Egypt. In the
19th century scholastic suspicions appeared to be confirmed by the discovery
that Egyptians in Heliopolis had venerated the Bennu, a
solar bird observed in some respects to be similar to the Greek phoenix.
However, the Egyptian sources regarding the Bennu are often problematic and
open to a variety of interpretations. Some of these sources may have been
influenced by Greek notions of the phoenix.
Appearance
The phoenix is sometimes pictured in ancient and
medieval literature and medieval art as endowed with a nimbus, which emphasizes the bird's connection with the sun. In the oldest images of phoenixes on record these
nimbuses often have seven rays, like Helios (the personified sun of Greek mythology).
Pliny the Elder also describes the bird as having a crest of feathers on its head, and Ezekiel the Dramatist compared it to a rooster.
Although the phoenix was generally believed to be
colorful and vibrant, there is no clear consensus about its coloration. Some
thought that the bird had peacock-like
coloring. Herodotus'
claim of red and yellow is popular in many versions of the story on record.
Ezekiel the Dramatist declared that the phoenix had red legs and striking
yellow eyes, but Lactantius
said that its eyes were blue like sapphires and that its legs were covered in
scales of yellow-gold with rose-colored talons.
From the descriptions of the mythical bird, it’s my
opinion they’d make great pets.
Reference:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_%28mythology%29
Author
Bio:
LM
David has been writing stories since Jr. High School after taking a Creative
Writing class. Initially drawn to the genre of Science Fiction, a fascination
with Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Romance drew her back into the dark erotic world
of vampires. The more she read about the subject of the ‘undead’, the deeper
dark erotic wold of folklore and legends of the vampire became. You can reach
her at:
Twitter:
@LMDavid54
The Hybrids: The Return of Xanathos:
Brien O'Raighne
Brien O'Raighne
A wry grin cracks on the
frozen wizard. Elise runs a hand through her sweaty locks. She begins to pace
around the warlock. His eyes follow her movements.
“I had hoped never to see you
again. But you attack my daughter and her boyfriend. That was not smart,
Xanathos.” She says. Elise bites her lower lip. “I know you want your grimoire.
You have a problem. I don’t have it.”
She watches carefully. Elise
sees shock in his eyes. She chuckles as she points her wand at the warlock. She
sees him gulp.
“I could kill you now,
Xanathos, and be as dastardly as you.” Elise is huffing and puffing. “However,
I do not want to have Metapol interrupting Gregory’s birthday party. So I will
give you a choice blink once for no and two for yes. Will you leave here now if
I unfreeze you?”
Xanathos takes a deep breath.
He blinks twice.
Elise waves her hand.
Xanathos is able to move again.
“You no longer have the
grimoire, my dear?” Xanathos asks. HE is perplexed. He runs a hand through his
silver locks. Elise shakes her head no. “This is distressing. I was sure the
grimoire stayed in the hands of a Matthews Witch.”
“No. I gave it to someone
after your last debacle in trying to control me and my friends.” Elise puts her
hands on her hips.
Xanathos raises a brow. “That
was not of my doing, Ms. Matthews. Your mother is the one who brought me back
from the nether realm. I do not sense her.”
“She is not here. She was
banished by my coven the nether realm from which you returned from. Before
being banished we stripped her powers with no way to return.” Elise admits and,
then, gulps. “The one it was toughest on, besides myself, was my Aunt Vera.
Before Ethan was born.”
“So a male witch was born to
you? Interesting.” Xanathos says. “I will leave. I must rethink my next move. I
am sorry for the boy’s injury.”
“Go! I am holding back my
anger for now.”
Xanathos pulls out a pouch.
He removes silver powder from the pouch. As he tosses it onto the ground as he
mutters a phrase for teleportation. There is a poof and he is gone.
Elise takes a deep breath and
exhales. She turns and goes inside. Now it’s time to party. She shakes her hips
as she begins to head inside. She returns to a more jubilant mood.
Destiny raises a brow as she
Elise enter the rather crowded house. She mouths ‘Is he gone?’
Elise nods. Destiny mouths
‘Thank GOD’. Elise smiles.
She walks through the crowd
of friends and family. Elise chuckles as she sees Belle hanging all over
Jean-Luc who is playing up his injury. Elise shakes her head.
Destiny begins snapping her
fingers. No body hears her. Destiny sees Elsie twirling her wand in her hand.
She motions to Elise.
Elise puts the wand to her
throat and clears it. The sound reverberates through the crowded house.
Everyone turns their direction to the table as Destiny lights the cake.
“Ready?” Destiny asks Greg.
He takes a deep breath.
JuJuan looks around the
room. He leans into Gregory. “Man you
were right; you do have a big
family.”
Greg, then, nods to his
mother. Destiny nods to everyone.
Everyone begins to sing happy
birthday to him. He smiles.
“Make a wish, honey.” Destiny
tells him. Gregory leans in towards the cake and blows out the candles. Tears
come to her eyes as she remembers how Lance used to blow out the candles
himself.
Gregory looks over at her. “I
miss him, too, momma.”
Destiny halfheartedly smiles.
“Thank you, honey.”
“Now can I open the
presents?” She hears him asks excitedly.
“Go ahead, honey.”
Gregory tears into the
presents one by one. Board games, actions figures, art supplies, video games,
clothes, clothes, and more clothes. Gregory thanks everyone. After the presents
are opened, Destiny cuts a piece for Gregory and JuJuan before cutting everyone
one else cake.
One by one everybody gets a
piece of cake and a cup of punch. Christina waited until the end to do so
herself. She sees the sadness in Destiny’s eyes. “You’ll be okay, Destiny. Time
may not heal the wounds of your heart, but they will ease.”
“Thanks, I just see so much
of Lance in him. More and more as he grows. He looks like his father.”
“Is that why you, Elise, and
the kids disappeared to Shiloh Bay all those years ago?” Christina asks.
Destiny tries to fight back
the tears. They begin streaming down her cheeks. “Unfortunately, yes. I was
offered a position by Metapol as their resident liaison there. Elise went with
me. It was shortly after the fight between the Vampire Clan, Deadealus, and
Metapol. I couldn’t face Brandon and Olivia. We all lost loved ones that day.”
“I take Brandon still harbors
grief and bad feelings towards you, Elise and the kids.”
Destiny shakes her head no.
“No he never had. He just couldn’t take seeing Gregory. First he knows I named
Gregory to honor our father, but he looks more and more like Lance every day.
Brandon loves his nephew and his niece. It’s just hard on everyone. HE keeps in
contact though.”
“So what was the commotion
outside? I saw Belle come inside with Jean-Luc and his leg was bleeding badly.”
Christina says.
Destiny sighs. “Your worst
nightmare. The one person responsible for tearing us apart and shattering your
mind and you becoming a woman.”
Christina gulps. “That
bastard warlock, Xanathos.”
“Yep. Elise got rid of him.
She has nothing he wants. He has no ill will towards her.”
“Really? Interesting.”
“Yep.”
Christina bites into the
cake. “Mmm. This is really good. Did you buy the cake?”
“Nope. Elise and Vera baked
it. They, also, have an expert cake decorator.”
Christina shakes her head as
she looks at the decorations. “Will Star Wars ever die?”
“Nope.” Chuckles Destiny as
she bites into her cake.
The party goes on for a few
hours. There are games, a piñata hanging from a tree in the backyard, and the
kids run around for a while.
Soon, everyone now living in
the house begins to leave. Destiny and Elise look around the room and sigh.
Belle hangs onto the door as she waves bye to Jean-Luc. His mother has to drag
him away from Belle as Michel carries out a sleepy Eloisa.
Elise looks at Destiny. “I
remember when you were like that.”
“Ugh.” Destiny says.
“What was that for? What I
said or the mess we have to clean up?”
Destiny chuckles as she
shrugs her shoulders. “Both, actually.”
The cleanup begins. They hear
a loud sigh from Belle. She slams the door as she watches the LeBoufs leave.
Destiny looks up from putting
some wrapping paper into a trash bag. “Belle, help me and Momma Elise clean
up.”
“Mooom.” Belle whines.
“Belle.” Destiny sternly
says.
“Yes, ma’am.” Belle helps
Destiny and Elise pick up the trash.
Elsie spots Gregory passed
out on the couch. Elise sees Ethan yawning. “Ethan take Gregory to his room and
set him in his bed.”
“Okay.”
Ethan slings Gregory over his
shoulder and carries him up the stairs. Belle chuckles as does Destiny.
“Boys.” Belle says shaking
her head. There is a smile on her face.
After the cleanup, Belle
yawns and ascends the stairs. Elise sits down on the couch. Destiny emerges
from the kitchen with two goblets of wine.
Destiny hands on goblet to
Elise. “Here. You need this.”
Both klink the goblet
together and relax on the couch. Elise smiles. “A good day for the most part.”
“Yes, it was.”
To be continued…
Author Bio:
Brien O'Raighne
He is a
connoisseur of sci-fi and paranormal films and books. He, also, lives in
Houston with his son.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/DRBStreetTeam/
The Magician’s Notebook: Astral Projection
by Frank Julius Palumbo
by Frank Julius Palumbo
All of us
have Darkness Within, some more than
others. For those of us who seek to purge the stain of humanity’s evolutionary
stagnation, and free the mind from its prison of human flesh, read on. But
beware, for once the ride has begun, you won’t get off, and only you will hear your screams.
The out
of body experience or astral projection is the sensation that your
consciousness is separated from your physical body. This alternate body can comprise an exact duplicate
of the physical body, or it may entail a
‘floating eye’ perspective, much like a person may have when they are normally
dreaming or having a lucid dream.
However, there is an immense difference
between these three dream states. Many people have difficulty differentiating
between nocturnal dreams, the kind we all have, and the precursor to astral
projection, lucid dreaming. In lucid dreaming, which is rare, the individual
can control the visions and change their dream environment, while having full
use of their cognitive functions. However, the imagery is comprised of
subconscious wishes and terrifying apparitions. There is no real world interaction. The fully
conscious individual cannot breach the tightly woven fabric of the physical
universe and cannot enter higher realms of existence. The third dream state, much rarer and challenging, if not impossible for some to
achieve, is the Out of Body Experience or Astral Projection. Here, the
individual separates his/her
consciousness from their physical body, slicing through the fabric of matter,
to experience the physical universe directly or travel the astral planes, where
gods and demons reign.
I believe
that these three states of the sleeping mind are not independent of one another but lay on a continuum of personal
growth and achievement. That is to say, as he/she evolves their consciousness, by a variety of means, their dreaming
states will also advance, ending with the ability to separate his/her astral
body from their physical body at will. There is nothing like the feeling of
your mind, consciousness, astral body, soul, or whatever your particular
culture chooses to call it, as it rises out of your sleeping form, fully awake
and aware, with all of his/her memories intact. But now, free from the
constraints of the world of matter, you are set to explore the universe, to
travel to higher planes of existence, and perhaps, meet your Higher Self, the
Divine spark, your Holy Guardian Angel, the Christ within you. (I use the term, Christ, not in a Christian sense, but as
a commonly understandable meaning for a fully evolved soul in the material
world, i.e., Christ Consciousness). Alister Crowley was quoted as saying, “It should never be forgotten for a single
moment that the central and essential work of the Magician is the attainment of
the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel.”
All of us
have had dreams that provoke profound states of anxiety. We sometimes wake to say, “Thank God it was just a dream.” Better
yet are dreams of pure hedonistic
pleasures, the kind when upon waking, you lay still hoping to return to your
forbidden desires. Science has long questioned the reason why humans, and for
that matter, animals, dream. One theory purports that dreams are practice for
daily living, a trait that would have come in handy to primitive humans
cowering in a dark cave at night, dreaming of hunting or trapping. Others
believe that dreams stem from subconscious desires, where they can be safely
enjoyed without harm coming to the physical form. Or that the fears and threats
experienced throughout the course of the day, bubble up from suppressed regions
of the ego to play itself out, thus relieving the physical body of the harmful
effects of stress. All these theories are valid, yet to my knowledge, none has proposed that dreams, and their progressive
stages, are stepping stones to the next phase of Humanity’s evolution, which is
the ability to separate his/her consciousness from the physical body at will.
Herein is the key. We all experience the alternate reality of the sleeping mind,
whether
you are a saint or a sinner. However, I believe it takes a
more spiritual seeker, or mystical explorer, to have a lucid or
second dream stage. (The two italicized designations are used loosely). With
lucid dreaming, the individual may wake
in his/her dreamscape or may rise out of his/her physical body as in astral
projection. However, the difference is in the content of the experience; what a
person sees, hears, or engages in. In the normal
or first dream stage, the subconscious mind shapes the experience,
preventing lucidity from occurring or causing its premature termination. Wicked
things and slashing monsters may attack,
tsunamis could drown you, or death may occur, shocking you awake. Yet with
practice, (practice of a particular
kind), the individual in the lucidscape can learn to control the events,
and with a flick of the hand, demons turn coward, tsunamis part their waters,
and death is no longer feared.
With stage one dreams, no proof is needed for we all
experience them. This is different with lucid dreaming. Many have claimed to be
able to control their nocturnal fantasies, yet, for one who has experienced the
ability, their claims are clearly a fabrication of the false self to lift the
ego and create a sense of ascendancy.
However, the experience of lucid dreaming has been documented in studies and
has been achieved in laboratory settings. For example, when the subject
successfully awakens in the dreamscape, that individual has total control of
their environment and actions in the dream world and can control the physical eye movements
of their sleeping body. Having been instructed by the researcher to move
his/her eyes in a particular sequence, the subject, once becoming lucid, move
their eyes in the predetermined pattern, perhaps three times to the left and
three times to the right. That movement will elicit corresponding eye movement in the sleeping subject as indicated
by electrodes attached to the subject’s eyelids, thus confirming that the
sleeping subject is lucid within the
dreamscape.
Additionally,
some subjects experience the lucidscape as a ‘lifting away’ from their body and
observing their lucidscape as if they
were standing in the real world. No
waking within a normal dream occurs. The
subject’s experience entails sitting up in bed, standing and gazing at their
sleeping body. This could be an indication that the subject is not having a lucid dream, but experiencing the
separation of their astral body from their physical body.
The
difference between lucid dreaming and astral projection is in understanding the
origin of what is experienced and the progress of daily practice. However, this
understanding and practice do not take place in the lucidscape, but rather entails sitting on a pillow for extended
periods of meditation. I believe that
meditation is the key to eliminating the individual of suppressed desires and
fears, thus clearing the clutter of images in the dreamscape, allowing lucidity
to develop and achieved. Meditation brings the subconscious mind to the
forefront of consciousness for personal examination, exposing repressed attitudes and conditioning. With this
knowledge gained, he/she is no longer a slave
to primitive desires or irrational fears. Without these distractions, the
dreaming mind now has the ability to become aware of itself.
The
practitioner of lucid dreaming, free of unfettered images, can then enter the astralscape,
that dimension, which I believe, is the precursor to the physical world, giving
form and substance to all matter. Called Yesod, it is the foundation of all
magickal work. This tradition of thought comes from the Jewish Kabbalah, as adapted by Western
occultists. The theory is that if you change a variable in the astral world,
through either ritual or projecting your consciousness, then you change that variable in the physical world.
Additionally, with awareness of the astralscape,
the practitioner, having confronted his/her subconscious affects, may walk among the world of matter.
Herein is another mystery where the tales of shapeshifting and doppelgangers
originate, but that is for another time.
Therefore, lucid dreaming and astral projection are part
of a continuum of awareness and training, and the experience will be dependent
upon the progress and extent an individual purges their subconscious mind
through meditation. Without this purging, the neophyte will travel in a world
where suppressed wishes and past
experiences impinge upon his/her experience, preventing the practitioner from
becoming lucid, limiting it, as he/she becomes lost amongst his/her fear and
desires. The seasoned dream traveler, having uncovered the subconscious, laying
it bare through years of meditation, progresses unhindered by false and
deleterious visions and sees the physical world as is, and if preferred, may
rise himself/herself to higher plains of existence.
Author bio:
Writer of horror and dark
fantasy with a spiritual connotation; Astral projection, occult
sciences, Enochian magick… And sitting in half lotus for decades.
Frank Julius Palumbo was born in the Bronx in December of 1964. He has worked as a carpenter, a freelance illustrator, and is now currently involved in Law enforcement. His studies include Psychology and Neuropsychology, and he has been practicing Zen Buddhism and the Kabbalah for over thirty years.
Frank Julius Palumbo was born in the Bronx in December of 1964. He has worked as a carpenter, a freelance illustrator, and is now currently involved in Law enforcement. His studies include Psychology and Neuropsychology, and he has been practicing Zen Buddhism and the Kabbalah for over thirty years.
Dear Hattie
by Helen Bishop
Dear
Hattie:
I am a tried and true vegetarian, but my new boyfriend is a studier of the Dark Arts. He says I can join him in his Vampirish pursuits without compromising my own, what do you think?
A Sore Neck
Dear Neck:
I always heard that vegetarians didn’t partake of anything (or one) with a face. If your boyfriend is eating people and you’re imbibing with him during, you need to turn in your v card, so to speak.
Dear Hattie:
A bunch of kids in my class were bullying this new kid, they were spreading a story about his family being really pale, living alone, and that they shimmered in the moonlight. They followed him home one afternoon last week to continue the bullying. The next day he was in class, but none of them were. Do you think they stayed home because they were ashamed of themselves?
Questioning
I am a tried and true vegetarian, but my new boyfriend is a studier of the Dark Arts. He says I can join him in his Vampirish pursuits without compromising my own, what do you think?
A Sore Neck
Dear Neck:
I always heard that vegetarians didn’t partake of anything (or one) with a face. If your boyfriend is eating people and you’re imbibing with him during, you need to turn in your v card, so to speak.
Dear Hattie:
A bunch of kids in my class were bullying this new kid, they were spreading a story about his family being really pale, living alone, and that they shimmered in the moonlight. They followed him home one afternoon last week to continue the bullying. The next day he was in class, but none of them were. Do you think they stayed home because they were ashamed of themselves?
Questioning
Dear Questioning:
I am sure there’s no doubt that they felt bad, at least as long as they could feel.
Author
bio:
Helen Bishop is a native of Pennsylvania and a
true fan of the written word. She works as a litigation paralegal; reads on
average 20 books a week; writes book reviews for an internet blog; writes
stories, poems and novels in various genres; and-just to fill out her dance
card-contracts with fellow authors to proofread and copy-edit their work before
it goes to the publisher. You can check her out at
thttps://www.facebook.com/HelenBishopAuthor?ref=bookmarks, and
thttps://www.facebook.com/HelenBishopAuthor?ref=bookmarks, and
Vampire Music:
Vampire music has been very extensive over the years. My
favorite is from a favorite movie of mine, Queen of the Damned. The entire
music in the movie was performed Jonathan Davis but on the soundtrack, they had
different Musical Artists do the songs. For example, my favorite song, Forsaken
on the soundtrack was performed by David Draiman though, again, in the movie, it
was performed by the frontman of Korn.
List of major vampire movie songs:
1. Jay Gordon: Slept So Long - This rock song is from the vampire
movie 'Queen of the Damned'.
“I've killed a million petty souls but I couldn't kill you”
“I've killed a million petty souls but I couldn't kill you”
2. Voltaire: The Vampire Club - A funny song by the Goth man
Voltaire. The lyrics are loads of fun and they make you smile. The perfect song
for someone who wants a break from the serious angst ridden vampire songs.
“Fangs were flying, capes were torn
Hell hath no fury like a Vampire scorned”
“Fangs were flying, capes were torn
Hell hath no fury like a Vampire scorned”
3. Marilyn Manson: If I Was Your Vampire - You can’t have a dark song list and
not have Manson in it. This song draws you in with its slow haunting sound and
before you know it you're swaying your hips to the beat.
“If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.”
“If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.”
4. Paramore: I Caught Myself -
Hayley, Paramore’s leading lady, has such a powerful voice you can’t help but
be mesmerized by it. This song was written specifically for the Twilight soundtrack.
“You got it, you got it, some kind of magic
Hypnotic, hypnotic, and you’re leaving me breathless”
“You got it, you got it, some kind of magic
Hypnotic, hypnotic, and you’re leaving me breathless”
5. Roky Erickson: Night of the Vampire - This is some good ol’ classic rock,
an old and well known song from back in the day. A song so popular that loads
of other bands have done covers of it.
“If it’s raining and you’re running don’t slip in mud,
Cuz if you do, you’ll slip in blood”
“If it’s raining and you’re running don’t slip in mud,
Cuz if you do, you’ll slip in blood”
6. Concrete Blonde: Bloodletting - This is another well-known classic.
Singer, Johnette Napolitano has such a strong and memorable voice, it just fits
perfectly with the lyrics of this dark alternative song.
“O you were a vampire and baby,
I’m walking dead”
“O you were a vampire and baby,
I’m walking dead”
7. Outkast: Dracula's Wedding - Yup, Outkast. This is such a fun,
catchy and…odd song. It is so random and weird, you can’t help but smile at it
and sing along to the silly lyrics.
“Don't run, I'm not the sun
So much at stake...... oh! Bad choice of words”
“Don't run, I'm not the sun
So much at stake...... oh! Bad choice of words”
8. Bif Naked: Vampire - An awesome song from the talented
singer and actress Bif Naked. It’s perfect to rock out and dance to. Before the
song even finishes you’ll catch yourself singing along.
“Baby get ready I’m coming for you,
I'm a vampire!”
“Baby get ready I’m coming for you,
I'm a vampire!”
9. Castlevania Soundtrack - Check any of them out, they’re all
fantastic. Yea, there isn’t any singing, it’s all instrumental but it is still
breathtakingly wonderful and powerful. You can find some songs that sound very
video game-y and you can also find electric guitar versions. Some of these
songs are so moving they give you chills. Totally worth checking out.
10. Garbage: Temptation Waits - This song may not be specifically
about vampires, but “vampire” is in the lyrics and you can totally picture this
song as part of a vampire scene. It’s damned sexy and devilish, an awesome
vampire song.
“I am a vampire
I'm waiting for my moment”
“I am a vampire
I'm waiting for my moment”
There you
go, 10 songs worth checking out, but if you don’t like any of those there are
tons more below to listen to:
A.A. Bondy:
Oh, the Vampyre
Acheron:
Intro: Nosferatu prelude
Acheron:
Lifeforce (the blood)
Acheron:
Undead Celebration
Adam Ant:
Vampires
ADZ : Vamp
Afgan Wings:
Vampire Lanois
Al Martino:
Granada Vamp
Alcatrazz:
Vampire State Building
Alice Cooper:
Dangerous Tonight
Alice Cooper:
Fresh Blood
Alice Cooper:
I love the dead
Alice Cooper:
Sick Things
Allan
Sherman: My Son, the Vampire
Alloy
Orchestra: Nosferatu: Escape
Alloy
Orchestra: Nosferatu: Hydra
Alloy
Orchestra: Nosferatu:Lust
Alloy
Orchestra: Nosferatu:The Coffin
Alloy
Orchestra: Vampire's Waltz
Amber Asylum:
Vampire
Ancient
Rites: Quest For Blood (le vampire)
Andy
Martinez: Born in Blood
Annie Lennox
- Love Song For A Vampire
The Arcade
Fire: Vampire/forest fire
Arthemis: The
Night Of the Vampire
Arthur Brown:
Blood Curse
Arthur Brown:
Vampire
Ash: Vampire
Love
Atmosphere:
Vampires
Atreyu: A
Vampire’s Layment
Bad Brains:
Fearless Vampire Killers
Bad English:
Forget Me Not
Bap Kennedy:
Vampire
Bauhaus: Bela
Lugosi's Dead
Belairs:
Vampire
Ben Weaver:
Blood
Bif Naked:
Vampire
Black
Funeral: Vampire:The Wisdom Within, The Truth Without
Black Uhuru:
Vampire
Blood Feast:
Blood Lust
Blood Feast:
Vampire
Blue Oyster
Cult: Nosferatu
Blue Oyster
Cult: Tattoo Vampire
Blutengel:
Vampire Romance
Bobby
"Boris" Pickett: Monster Mash
Bongwater:
Talent Is A Vampire
Bright Eyes:
Devil Town
Broken Hope:
Fletching Vampires
Buffy
Sainte-Marie: Reynardine
Buffy
Sainte-Marie: The Vampire
Cannibal
Corpse: The Undead Will Feast
Captain
Beefheart: Making Love to a Vampire With a Monkey On My Knee
Castlevania:
(the game soundtracks)
The Catholic
Comb: Vampire Life
Catholica
Girls: Vampire
Challengers:
Vampire
Chastain:
Vampire
Chick Corea:
Vamp
Chicosci:
Vampire Social Club
Chino X1:
Ghetto Vampire
The Chrysler:
First Blood
Circle Jerks:
Casualty Vampires
Claudia
Schmidt: Vamprie
Concrete Blonde:
Bloodletting
Cradle of
Filth: Cemetery and Sundown
The
Cruxshadows: Deception
Crystal
Method: Blood Bath
The Cure:
Lullaby
Cyan:
Nosferato (requiem for a vampire)
D Generation:
Vampire Nation
Damned:
Testify (Nosfeartu Mix)
Dark Lotus:
Swarm
Dark Shadows
Soundtrack: Theme
David Bowie:
Cat People
David
Draiman: Forsaken
David
Greenberger: Vampire
David Lahm:
Blonde in the bleachers/ the vamp from hell
Dead Can
Dance: Beyond the Realm of a Dying Sun
Deadlines:
Vampires in Love
Deceased:
Mind Vampires
Deceased:
Fearless Undead Machines
Demon Skull:
Vampire Convent
Destroyer:
Your Blood
Die Form:
Necrophilia
Die Krupps
Engler: Vampire Strikes Back
DJ Bobo:
Vampires Are Alive
Don Elliott:
Vampire Till Ready
Doubledrive:
Vamp
Dr. Israel:
Brooklyn Jungle Soundsystem vs. The Psychic Vampire
Eho and the
Bunny Men: People Are Strange
Echo and the
Bunny Men: The Killing Moon
Eddy Detroit:
The Vampire
Electric
Chair Men: Beatnik Vampire
Electric
Hellfire Club: Bela Lugosi's Dead
Elephant Man
Bryan: Vampire
Elvis
Presley: Closing Vamp
Entombed:
Night of the Vampire
Eric Ambel:
Vampire Blues
The Fabulous
Poodles: Vampire Rock
Fading
Colours: Spring (nosferatu mix)
Fastball:
Vampires
Ford:
Nosferatu
Francois
Perusse: Vampires
Frankie
Newton: Vamp
Future Bible
Heroes: I'm a Vampire
The
Fuzztones: Night of the Vampire
Garbage:
Temptation Waits
The Go
Betweens: Spirit Of A Vampire
Goulies:
That's What Ghouls and Vampires Are Made Of
Godsmack:
Vampires
Gooding: Clap
If You Love Vampires
Gorillaz:
Dracula
Covered In
Goth Hell (album): Sleeping Death
Covered In
Goth Hell (album): Visiting Evil Dr. Fang's Laboratory
Greeley
Estates: Y’all With the Vampire Squad
Grim Reaper:
Night of the Vampire
Groovie
Ghoulies: (She's My) Vampire Girl
Gwar: Vlad
the Impaler
Half
Japanese: Vampire
Halo: The
Vampire Song
Hank Mobley:
The Vamp
Happy Rhodes:
He Will Come
Haunted:
Undead
Heavy Water
Factory: Vampire
Helium: Baby
Vampire Made Me
Helium: Wanna
Be A Vampire Too
Hellfire
Club: Sympathy For The Devil
Hello
Goodbye: Vampire Love
Hellwitch:
Nosferatus
Helstar:
Harker's Tale (mass of blood)
Henry Brant
Ingham Michael: Slugging A Vampire
High Llamas:
Evergreen Vampo
HIM: Vampire
Heart
Horny Toad:
Vampire Ska
Hot Blood:
Soul Dracula
Huntingtons:
Avi Is A Vampire
Iced Earth:
Dracula
Inkubus
Sukkubus: Vampire Erotica
Inkubus
Sukkubus: Vampyra
Iron Maiden:
Transylvania
Itch: Energy
Vampire
J Church:
Vampire Girl Prefers Me Alive
Jack
Marshall: Teenage Surfing Vampire
Jad Fair
& Yo La Tengo: Ohio Town Saved From Killer Bees By Hungry Vampire Bats
Jad Fair
& Yo La Tengo: Dracula
Jay Gordon:
Slept So Long
Jimmy
Buffett: Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost
Joan Osborne:
Dracula Moon
Joey Molland:
Vampire Wedding
John Zachareley:
Dinner With Drac
Jonathan
Richman: Vampire Girl
Jorma
Kaukonen: Vampire Women
June of 44:
Nosferatu Men
Killingstons:
All My Friends Are Vampires
Kim Fowley
And The BMX Bandits: Vampire Scarecrow
King Dapper
Combo: Save It For The Vampires
Kings of
Leon: Closer
Kitty Badass:
Brand New Vampires
K’s Choice:
Virgin State Of Mind
Laibach:
Sympathy For The Devil
Laibach:
Anastagia
Leandro Y
Leonardo: Amor Vampiro
Leather Strip
Kilar: Vampire Hunter
Lee Scratch Perry:
Vampire
Los Grimm:
Beautiful Vampire
Los
Straitjackets: Rockula
Lou Gramm:
Lost In The Shadows (The Lost Boys theme)
Loudon
Wainwright III: Vampire Blues
Lowercase:
Sometimes I Feel Like A Vampire
Macabre:
Peter Kurtin: Vampire of Dusseldorf
The Magnetic
Fields: I Have The Moon
Malevolence:
Vampire’s Kiss
Manzana:
World Is A Vampire
Marcy
Playground: Vampires Of New York
Marilyn
Manson: If I Was Your Vampire
Marilyn
Manson: Redeemer
Marvelous 3:
Vampires In Love
Matt Fink:
Requiem For A Vampire
Mazzy Star:
Taste of Blood
Meat Puppets:
Vampires
Merciful
Fate: Return of the Vampire
Mercury Rev:
Vampire Blues
Merciful
Fate: Return of the Vampire
The Meteors:
My Daddy Is A Vampire
Michael Smith:
Vampire
Michiru
Yamane: Anti-Souls Mystery Lab
Midnight
Configuration: Undead/lifeforce
Mighty
Sphincter: Blood Banquet
The Misfits:
Vampira
The Misfits:
We Bite
Monster
Magnet: Goliath and the Vampire
Moonspell:
Vampiria
Mot: Bugs,
Rocks & Vampires
My Chemical
Romance: Vampires Will Never Hurt You
Mystery Jets:
Bleeding Love
Neil Norman:
Vampire Planet
Neil Young:
Vampire Blues
New York Roll
Ensemble: Gravedigger
Nosferatu:
Overture
Nosferatu:
Vampires Cry
Type O Negative: Black No.1
Notre Dame:
Le Theatre Du Vampire
Old Time
Relijun: Vampire Sushi
Onda
Vaselina: El Vampiro Transnochado
Orvin Yoes:
Vampire
Ours: I’m A
Monster
Outkast:
Dracula’s Wedding
Outlander:
The Vamp
Oxide and
Neutrino: Devil’s Nightmare
Paramore:
Decode
Paramore: I
Caught Myself
Paul Simon:
The Vampires
Pearl Jam:
Blood
Pearlfishers:
Vampires of Camelon
Peel: Love
Soaked In Blood
People In
Planes: Vampire
Pet Shop
Boys: Vampires
Pete Yorn:
Vampyre
Peter
Gabriel: Red Rain
Peter
Hammill: Energy Vampire
Peter
Tosh:Dracula
Peter Tosh:
Vampire
Pivit:
Vampire
Prague
Philharmonic Orchestra: Dracula Has Risen From The Grave
Prague
Philharmonic Orchestra: Taste the Blood of Dracula
Prague
Philharmonic Orchestra: Vampire Circus
Preacher Boy:
De Vamp
Pumpkin
Uglies: Little Vampire
Quasi: Ghost
vs. Vampire
Queensryche:
The Lady Wore Black
Radiohead: We
Suck Young Blood
Rah Band:
Vampire Vamp
Rammstein:
Vampire
Ras Kass:
Interview With A Vampire
Rasputina:
Transylvania Concubine
Rey Pirin:
Chicas Vampire
Richman:
Vampire Girl
Ricky
General: Vampire
Rob Zombie:
Dragula
Rocket From
The Crypt: I Drink Blood
Roky
Erickson: Night of the Vampire
Sancho: Chase
Vampire Rhythm: Chase Vampire
Satan's
Pilgrims: Vampiro
Scientist:
Dance of the Vampire
Scientist:
Chase Vampire Away Dud
Sebadoh:
Vampire
Selena: God's
Child
Serrat:
Historia De Vampiros
Shirley Horn:
Hard-Hearted Hannah, The Vamp of Shavannah
Show Business
Giants: Vampire Hookers
Signs of
Chaos: Vampires & Robots
Sioxie and
the Banshees: We Hunger
Sisters of
Mercy: Lucretia, My Reflection
Sisters of
Mercy: Marian
Slayer: Live
Undead
Slayer: At Dawn,
They Sleep
Slayer: Bloodlines
Slightly
Stoopid: Devil’s Door
Smashing
Pumpkins: Bullet With Butterfly Wings
Smashing
Pumpkins: We Only Come Out At Night
Smithreens:
Blood and Roses
Spin Doctors:
Vampires In The Sun
Static-X:
Cold
Steady
Eearnes: Vampires
Steve
Hackett: Two Vamps As Guests
Steve
Kowalczyk: Vampire
Sting: Moon
Over Bourbon Street
Superdrag: Do
the Vampire
Talamasca:
End Me
Talamasca:
Red Love Paint The Town Red
Tea Party:
Angels
Teresa Bright:
Hawaiian Vamp
Theatre Of
Tragedy: Lorelei
Three Days
Grace: Break
Tiger Army:
Santa Carla Twilight
Tito &
Trantula: After Dark
Tony Harrop:
Beautiful Vampire
Tool:
Vicarious
Tori Amos:
Professional Widow
Twilight
Singers: My Time (Has Come)
Twiztid:
Monster’s Ball
Twiztid:
Nosferatu
Two Witches:
Bites and Bloody Kisses
Two Witches:
The Dark Angels Of Sin
Type O
Negative: Black #1
Type O
Negative: Haunted
Type O
Negative: Suspended in Dusk
Vamps:
Vampire Depression
Vancouver
Special: Vampire Convent
Vast: I Am A
Vampire
Victor Lams:
Vampire Babies
Voltaire:
Dracula Disco
Voltaire: The
Vampire Club
Wayne Static:
Not meant For Me
Wesley
Willis: Vampire Bat
Whistler's
Jug Band: Vamp of 28
Yami Bolo:
Vampire
Yanti Arifin:
Vampire
Zztop: She's
Just Killing Me
The
Vampire Queen1 aka Jodie Pierce has been writing since Jr. High School but was
unsatisfied with her teenage romance stories. One day, a friend handed her an
Anne Rice book and she found her inspiration. She’s been writing about vampires
ever since.
The Worm
Farm
(Chapters 17 & 18)
by Helen Bishop
17
I wound up spending the
better part of two weeks in the hospital. They kept me pretty doped up most of
the time, I guess to keep me from moving around much. Each day, the orderlies
would come in with breakfast and my pill, and the aides would come in after
that to wash me, and help brush my teeth. They would turn on the tv and adjust
the blinds. I always felt a bit clearer while they were there. They would talk
while they were taking vitals and ask questions, and slowly it would get so
fuzzy. Something was going on, something was wrong. Something was tapping on
the wall of my brain, tap, tap, tap. I had forgotten something, but it seemed
just as it was coming into focus, the fog would roll over me and when I woke up
later most of the day was gone.
The next morning, I refused
the pill that came with my breakfast. I knew there was something I needed to
remember, and I was staying awake this time, no pill was going to get me today.
As the aide was finishing with my teeth the door opened and Dan and this guy
came in.
"Charlie! How are you
doing? You look much better." "Hi Dan, " I said, "Who's
your friend?" "This is my nephew, Phil, remember I told you about
him?" "Sorry I can't shake hands, Phil, but it's nice to meet
you," I smiled. "Phil's been baby-sitting the worms, Charlie, and
he's getting pretty good at it, but he has some questions." I must have
looked blank, and Phil looked uncomfortable.
"Phil, can you go wait
in the \hallway? I need to speak with Charlie a minute." "Okay,
Dan." And Phil left. "Charlie, what's the matter? We talked about
Phil coming to help." "Dan, this is the first time something was all
mine, now you and Phil come and take over. I thought we were friends." I
was a bit breathless, and Dan must've thought I was going to cry or get up or
something.
"We are friends! I would
never do that to you! I told you, he hates living in the city and has wanted to
come live out here for the longest time. I took him out to your farm because I
needed the help. I couldn't spend all my time with the worms, and I thought maybe
you guys could help each other out. I'm helping him with the parts I know, but
when you get out of here, you'll still need help, and Phil needs a job. "
I took a deep breath and
immediately regretted it. " Okay, he can stay, and if he works out maybe something
can be done." Dan called Phil back in and the talked about finding and
processing the road-kill, and about the importance of wearing gloves around the
worms. Phil said, " I found that part out already, I was scooping kibble
into the bed and one worm got right on the edge of the scoop. I tried to shake
him off but he wouldn't shake, so I picked him up and he gave me an awful nip.
He didn't break the skin, but I gloved up right after that."
We all laughed about that, me
not as hard as the rest. I was having some pain, but didn't want to say
anything. I still had something tapping on my brain and wanted to stay clear,
at least until I figured it out.
Dan told me he had been
really public about taking Phil up to the farm, just in case someone was hoping
to trash the place again. "And, say Charlie, you know what? We never did
find the Drums boy. We looked everywhere and his mom called the relatives, but
he must have run away. I hope he stays away this time!"
And with that the
knock-knock-knock in my brain suddenly came clear. The Drums boy had never been
found. I had a pretty good guess why that was-he was still hanging in the
dungeon. "Dan? How long have I been here? I mean, how long were the worms
alone?
"The worms were alone
one day, Charlie. Let's see, those boys ripped up the place," he said,
counting on his fingers. " The next day the Drums boy came back and beat
you up, then you stayed here after the doctor, then two days when nobody heard
from you I'm still sorry about that, by the way, I really dropped the
ball." I waved that away. " Then I brought you to the hospital and
today you've been here 11 days. The worms were alone the day you were admitted
and the next day, but after that I started going up there once or twice a day
to water and feed them. Then after that I brought Phil in, and he's keeping
them good, with help from me."
So, Bobby had been hanging
alone for probably two weeks. Two weeks. Fourteen or fifteen days without food
or water. He would have struggled and probably jerked right off the box. So
much for teaching him a lesson and letting him go. At least I had gagged him
before I left him, and at least the dungeon was mostly sound-proof. But there
was a dead guy, a mostly full-sized dead guy, hanging in my dungeon. If Phil stayed, how was I gonna get Bobby
out?
I would have to get him down
off the hook, but that would be easier than putting him up had been, and maybe
I could lop the hook right off, not worrying about hurting the kid anymore.
Although I would probably hurt my ribs again.
Then I would have to cut him
up to get him out. Not that I hadn’t done that before, but this time there was
a stranger on the property. But all that could wait. Maybe until I was back to
how I was before. I had lots of time to think about it. Neither of us were
going anywhere.
18
I went home three days later.
Dan came to ferry me home and he kept up a running commentary about how Phil
was doing the whole trip. It turned out that Dan was coming up to the farm
early every morning, most times before dawn to drop Phil and his lunch off, and
collecting him right around dusk.
"But, Dan, there's
plenty of room in the house for Phil," I said. "Charlie, I couldn't
do that! It's your decision, your house." "Okay, Dan, we'll
see."
Phil helped Dan get me out of
the car. They had removed the cast before they let me go home, but I was
supposed to rest, and not lift anything heavier than a bag of sugar until the
next time I saw the doctor. Phil had set up a chair, with pillows out by the
worm-bed, and he helped me get settled there. "This way you can supervise
without doing the heavy work," he said. Phil was probably 3 or 4 years
older than me, but looked younger. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't used to
hard work, but had stepped up and pitched right in.
Every day a couple of times a
day I leveled myself up and out of the chair. I held onto the top of the fence
and very slowly walked along the fence-line, I would go as far as the shack,
carefully turn around, then hand-over-hand myself back to the chair. Bit by
bit, I was getting stronger, and by the fourth day I could get myself out of
the chair without holding onto the armrests. The next morning, I was out before
Phil got there and scattering kibble. I didn't have much of a throw yet, but
what I lacked in range, I made up for in intensity.
By the end of that week I
could empty a full scoop of kibble into the worms. I was afraid to try and
throw the food, my ribs were still very tender, but I took a mostly whole
rabbit out of the roadkill and flung it into the pile. It was so satisfying to
watch the worms boil up around it, and take it in.
Meanwhile, every night, in
the time after dinner and before Dan came to get him, Phil and I would talk. To
start I had asked him about his life, first in the city and now here, and where
exactly he saw this job going, and then he asked me about my life. I said,
"I can tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." He started laughing,
and looked at me funny when I didn't. I told him all about everything after I
got out of the hospital all that time ago. He said, "But Charlie, how did
you come to be in the hospital? " I sat there for a long time, kinda
looking out into the distance, then I said, "I'm not comfortable talking
about that now. Wait until later, when Dan comes."
Phil had a strange look on
his face, but he nodded, and we went back to talking about mindless crap. For a
while, we skimmed pieces of stuff from our dinners into the pile, sort of
'racing' the worms. Phil kept sending out bigger pieces and I told him he was
cheating.
Later, when Dan came, I
waited for him to walk down to us. "Dan, " I said, "I want you
to tell Phil about how we met." "Are you sure, son?" I nodded,
then I sat there with Phil as he listened, not saying anything. After a while,
but before Dan was done, I got out of my chair and walked along the fence-line.
I shuffled all the way up to the Honor shack, and lowered myself onto a
box. It still hurt to hear how I had
begun. Dan and the powers that be, had pieced together what they could about
where I had come from and how I was treated, and because I had lived it, lived
it and more than even they could ever know, I had no need to hear about it.
I waited almost until dark
before I attempted to get back up and join the others. I had gotten kind of
stuck on the box, but with some back and forth I finally got to my feet and
holding onto the side of the shack, worked my way back to the fence, and down
the line to where they sat.
"Are you alright,
Charlie?" Dan asked. I nodded, "Just a little stiff, could you
possibly help me back into the house?" Dan popped right up and gave me his
arm, and stayed by me while I navigated back into the house. He made sure I was
alright; then told me he would be taking Phil home. "Okay,' I said,
"I bet he doesn't want to come back and help anymore. I bet..."
"No, Charlie, he still wants to work here. Phil is mad about what happened
to you, and still wants to help you, if you still want him!" "I do;
tell him we'll hash it all out tomorrow. Thank you, Dan for bringing him here.
You are a true friend." Dan grabbed my shoulder carefully and nodded, then
let himself out.
After I heard them drive
away, in spite of my stiffness, I walked myself down to the dungeon. As I had
suspected, Bobby still hung there, just as I had left him, but dead. He had
kicked himself off the box, and there were places he had bled, but all the
blood had dried, long ago. Thank God the
dungeon was below the frost line, because it kept the place relatively cool and
there was no smell of death or rotting flesh. His flesh had begun to rot, of
course, you could tell in the places where he had injuries, where the skin had
contracted and pulled away from the bone. His skin was absolutely dry, and when
I reached up and used my knife there was an oozing, but no squirting of blood.
That in itself would keep the clean-up manageable.
I put down a tarp and some
newspapers then got to work. I was hoping to get a chunk of this done before
Phil came back. He probably already thought I had mental problems, no need to
prove it.
I used the knife to cut the
zip ties and soon enough the body slipped off the hook by its own weight. I got
the loppers, and carefully, so as not to hurt myself again, I lopped off his
left hand right through the palm. Then I repeated that action on the other side.
I used my knife to slit the arms at the elbows, then used the loppers to
separate the joints. I was thinking that if I could get Bobby down to a
manageable size I could put him into the worms mostly whole. Once the worms had
boiled up over him and taken him into the pile, they could take their time
digesting him, with no one the wiser. I took his legs off almost the same way I
had taken the other limbs, then went for my wagon.
It took some time to navigate
the wagon down into the dungeon, but I had time, it was just barely dark
outside. I went back up to the house, shuffling down the path with my body
turned slightly away from the camera. When I got inside, I washed up and turned
off the camera. I had something to drink
and sat down a little, then shuffled myself back down.
I put some newspaper in the
bottom of the wagon and laid the pieces of Bobby in the wagon bed, then I
propped his torso on top. I got the wagon out to the doorway, then slowly
wrangled it up to the worms.
It took nearly 10 minutes to
maneuver the torso far enough into the pen that the worms could cover it. I sat
there and watched it sink down like when you lob a big stone into a pond. In a
matter of minutes, most of what had been Bobby Drums was gone.
I tossed the other pieces into
the roiling mass of worms, carefully waiting between each throw, and making
sure each piece was taken before throwing the next. When all of the pieces were
in, I draped the wet newspaper and the tarp over the bed, and watched as they
moved them from below. I didn't know if they'd take the tarp, but I had seen
them ooze over something before, something they couldn't eat, but they still
managed to separate the blood from it.
“Goodnight, Bobby,” I said.
Author
Bio:
Helen Bishop is a native of Pennsylvania and a
true fan of the written word. She works as a litigation paralegal; reads on
average 20 books a week; writes book reviews for an internet blog; writes
stories, poems and novels in various genres; and-just to fill out her dance
card-contracts with fellow authors to proofread and copy-edit their work before
it goes to the publisher. You can check her out at
thttps://www.facebook.com/HelenBishopAuthor?ref=bookmarks, and
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Rand's Story:
6th
Blood Lord
by
Brien O'Raighne
Club Chaos Main Floor
“I was wondering when you
would show up, my dear.” Lucifer says. His smooth tone sends a chill up
Destiny’s spine.
Destiny aims her pistol at
him. Her hands are shaking. Lucifer chuckles. Destiny clenches her teeth.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, my dear.” Lucifer says
with a wry grin on his face. “Do you honestly think those pistols will do any
good on me. You have to do much better than that.”
Destiny is yanked from
behind. She is thrown into Lance and Matt. She knocks them over and falls on
top of them. Roxanne walks over to the other vampires. Rand emerges from the
center of the group.
“You told me that I was in
charge of this group of vampires.” Rand turns and points at Lucifer.
Destiny rolls off Lance and
looks up at Rand with a brow raised.
“That is true, Randall.”
Lucifer says. “You may run your clan anyway you see fit. But we are in my club. Don’t forget that.”
“Everyone. Let’s go.”
“Roxy!” Destiny shouts.
Roxanne turns and looks at
Destiny. She gulps. “Tell Brandon and Livvy that everything will be alright.
I’ll be home as soon as I have these cravings under control.”
Rand turns his head towards
Roxanne. “Come, Sorensen, you have a lot to learn about vampirism. Nothing is
easy.”
Randall and the Sixth Vampire
clan of Storm City walk out of Club Chaos. Lucifer watches them leave. Then, he
turns his attention on Destiny and the Thomas brothers. He starts rubbing his
chin. “What shall I do with you interlopers.”
Destiny begins to shake. She
knows what Lucifer ultimately wants of her. She starts to pick herself off the
ground, but her arms and legs are shaking so much she cannot move.
Lance picks her up. “Des,
come on. Let’s go.”
Everyone in the club stops.
They watch what is about to unfold in front of their eyes. Lucifer notices the
crowd and the employees. With a snap of his fingers, he sends the possible
witness elsewhere. He starts chuckling.
Lance, Matt, and Destiny back
up towards the far wall.
“Now that there are no
witnesses. Time for the fun to begin.”
DEAD MAN’S CURVE
The outside of the former
goth club, Dead Man’s Curve, looks
run down and falling apart.
“Why are we here?” Asks a
newly turned vampire named Frederick Paulson. He is a high priced lawyer that
works downtown.
“Well, Fred, this is our new
place.” Randall informs the small group.
Roxanne shakes her head. “I
don’t like this, Randall.”
“Nor I, Roxy. We all have our
part to play.” He tells her. “Now we must rest. For I fear that once the night
hits your thirst for blood will be hard on all of you. I promise to make sure
that you will be satisfied with our new home.”
He leaps to the second floor
entrance. A scowl crosses Roxanne’s face. She sighs. With a simple jump she is
on the second floor balcony. She looks down.
She
is impressed. Once I get this blood lust
under control, I will return to Brandon and Livvy. But I cannot put them into
jeopardy right now.
All
the others go inside. Randall notices Roxanne still standing on the balcony. He
crooks his head back and forth.
“I
am not the worst vampire out there, Roxanne.” Randall tells her. He notices
that she is crossing her arms.
“I
know. You were gentle with me. But it still hurt like hell.” Roxanne says.
“This was my first assignment after returning from maternity leave.”
“I
figured as much. Your blood tasted sweeter than the others. Must be some of the
hormones that were in your system.”
Roxanne
turns towards Randall. She puts her head on his shoulder. She begins crying. No
tears emerge. “Lizzy was my first child and not the only child I wanted to give
Brandon. Damnit this sucks.”
“I
truly understand. At least you made it through puberty. I was barely into it
when I was turned.”
“What?
How so? How come you look the way you do?”
“Prosthetics
and cosmetic surgery to be exact. My body stopped growing at fourteen.” Randall
says. “I never had the chance to have children.”
“Who
turned you?”
“You
wouldn’t believe me, if I told you. I still have trouble myself.” Randall says.
He sees the intrigue in her eyes. “Would you believe that St. Nicholas employs
a couple hundred vampires himself?”
“How?
How does he control them?”
“He’s
a vampire Lord. One of the oldest. He gives out gifts as a penance for all the
lives he has taken in the past. If you find coal in your stocking, you’re
marked.” Randall gulps. “I never got that far.”
“You
saw the helpers in your childhood home.” Randall nods his head. “Were you
ostracized by your parents?”
“Not
at first. They thought I had fallen gravely ill. Nothing they tried could cure
me. They were torturing me and did not know.” Randall says. “Eventually, I left
on my own. I could not stand what my parents were doing any longer. Shortly
afterwards they found out what had befallen me.”
He
sees the sun rise. “It is time we go
inside and rest. Tomorrow will bring new challenges that none of you are ready
for. You will need my guidance.”
Roxanne
nods her head. She follows Rand inside the building. She looks over her
shoulder as the sun begins to shine through the skyline of Storm City. Brandon, my love, I’m sorry.
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