Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Darkness Within Ezine Vol.12

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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

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
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.
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The Magician’s Notebook: Astral Projection
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.





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

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 




 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” 
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” 
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.” 
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”
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”
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”
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”
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!” 
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”

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
  Darling Violetta: Sanctuary
  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


 Author Bio:



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

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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.


Author Bio:




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