Sunday, May 30, 2010
Whenever I run,
wherever I hide,
your dark presence finds me.
It fills me with fear.
It fills me with joy.
I try to resist you,
but my will always fails me.
I am drawn back to you,
across distance and time.
Memories of pleasures,
no mortal could imagine.
Feelings of pain,
no mortal could endure.
My resistance is fading,
closer I come.
Your dark Castle in front of me,
where you've lived for all time.
I go to your chamber,
to submit to your will.
Your perfect face before me,
a goddess of death.
Your pale white lips,
and dark blue eyes,
draw me to your netherworld.
Your mind caresses my cheek,
and strokes my body,
until I am aflame.
Closer you come,
and I show you my neck,
Ecstasy overwhelms me,
with the sharpest of pain.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Nessa fails to kill an enemy.
The vampire staggered backwards, and I stood up. Though larger, my opponent was weaker. She snarled and tried to grab my throat, but I pushed her to the ground. I fell on top of her and pinned her arms to the ground.
“Who are you?” I asked.
She didn't answer, but struggled to get out of my grip.
When I hit her on the side of the head, she lay still. As I examined her unwashed face and dirty dress, I remembered her. Narice, I thought.
I held her jaw to get a better look at her.
“Narice, why did you attack me?”
“You killed the master.” Her open mouth revealed her fangs and her slit-like eyes glared at me.
“He was a monster that deserved to die. Why are you angry at me because I killed him?”
“When he died, I suffered great pain for many days. You had no bond with him like I did.”
“Bonded to him? I despised him. He killed my husband and took away my life. I should kill you, but I will let you live in your misery. If I ever smell your scent again, I will find you and tear out your throat.”
I let go of her jaw and stood up.
After she arose, she stared at me for a few moments. Then she turned and ran into the woods.
I stayed outside until dawn, making sure she was gone
Thursday, May 27, 2010
New Year's Eve 1899: Nessa walking alone through the streets of Paris.
At 11:30 in the evening, I walked out of my house and joined the thousands of people celebrating the coming of the new century. As I walked among the crowd, I felt disconnected from the people and the celebrations. Alive, or rather undead, for three hundred years, I wandered among people mostly under age forty. What did I have to celebrate? Living forever had been more of a curse than a blessing.
I was walking joylessly through the streets, when a tall, dark-haired man came up beside me. He turned and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me with great vigor on both cheeks. His eyes glistened, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“It is a great time in which to live,” he said.
“I suppose so.”
“You suppose so? Mademoiselle, you are young and beautiful. The twentieth century will be filled with wonders we cannot imagine.” He put his arms on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Be alive, be alive. There is so much joy in life.” He kissed me on the lips then walked away into the crowd, sharing his joy with other women.
If he only knew.
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Monday, May 24, 2010
In The Vampires among Us by Thaddeus Romans
The idea of farmers chasing vampires with pitchforks and axes is laughable. Soldiers armed with swords, spears. and arrows also posed no threat to the vampire. The vampire is too quick for even several armed men to pierce with a weapon. It medieval times, mortal man killed vampires by finding their resting place and putting a stake through their heart.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
seeking anccient wisdom to fight a demon
An old man sat in an old, carved teak chair He wore a white silk robe with a black-and-white yin and yang symbol. He was almost bald, with parchment like skin, and a long white beard. His head tilted downward as he looked at us through half closed eyes.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Nessa, the vampire, starts off the interchange.
"I was lonely, and I sought an interesting and attractive man and decided to let events take their own course.” She paused, lowered her eyes, and remained that way for a long time. Then her gaze sought mine. “It was never my intention to fall in love with you.”
“Love? What we've shared is lust. You haven't expressed feelings, at least verbally,” I said. “From the moment we met, events never took a natural course. You were the sexual aggressor controlling me from the start.”
“You need to take responsibility for your actions.” Her tone stabbed me like a sharp saber. “You made a choice when you responded to my smile and sat beside me. Whatever responses I evoked are part of your nature. My behavior was provocative, but I never apologize for whom I am. You’re an adult. You know the risks you take when you meet a stranger in a bar. Especially when she tells you she's a vampire.”
Her eyes, flat and hard, presented a side of her that I hadn't seen before.
I took a deep breath and met the measure of her gaze.
Nessa stood there, hands on her hips, staring defiantly at me. Now that I saw beyond her beauty, I could recognize her strength in living a life she never chose. I stood at a crossroad few men ever experienced. What I said next could decide the rest of my life. “I love you, but I have no idea how we can become more than lovers.”
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Sunday, May 9, 2010
Let's assume that vampires, the undead kind, are real. When I first started writing Unholy Embrace, I was told by my editor vampires are by definition "evil." My response was to posit a question. If a sixteen-year-old who had never committed a mortal sin, and very few venal ones, was turned by a vampire, why would this person become evil? The response I received stated that if a vampire took the life, or the blood, from another person that made the vampire evil.
However, in recent years, we have seen movies such as Underworld, where the vampires ostensibly did not consume human blood. The vampires in the movie Underworld were a pretty rotten bunch and it would be hard to make a case they weren't evil. For some time, vampires have been able to obtain human blood from blood banks. Ergo, no need bite someone in the neck, lethal or otherwise.
So, if a young woman or man, living a virtually "pure" life, was turned into a vampire at the present time, there would be no need for this person to take blood from a mortal. Clearly, if a vampire kills, then the vampire is evil. However, this would be true of a mortal who commit murders. Without committing any acts that harm a mortal person, it seems to me that the vampire cannot necessarily be considered evil by solely by being one of the undead.
I'm sure that many people would tell me that I have oversimplified the issue or question. If I have, then I would like to hear the "complete" explanation of why a vampire would necessarily be considered evil.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Frank ponders an emotional commitment to a vampire
After leaving her apartment, I was outside walking toward Central Park within five minutes. If I took too long to decide, our relationship would end. Nessa had been lonely for over four hundred years. She made a choice about me, perhaps impulsively, but now I knew how much I meant to her. She would be devastated if I rejected her, and I had no wish to be the cause of such pain. But I also needed to consider the risks involved.
I walked along the outside of the park until I found myself in front of the Museum of Natural History. For all the information it contained, it didn't have displays about creatures the visitors were better off not knowing. Nessa, werewolves, and demons didn't exist in any of the museum's catalogs. However, she was also a woman, one that aroused the strongest feelings I had ever experienced. Should I make a commitment based mostly on feelings? I was always so rational. To go with her was to step into the unknown and far beyond my comfort zone.
When I looked at my watch, I saw five hours remained until dawn. For once in my life I decided to go where my heart led. I walked south until I hailed a cab, and in a few minutes I was back at her apartment. The strong need I felt to be with her contrasted with how I felt two hours ago. Time is not measured in minutes or hours but by the manner in which we experience our lives. When I stood in front of her door, I knew my decision.
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