The Lock

The lock dangled on the hook in the old bedroom

The gem glowing through the dust and gloom













Papers and pictures spread about on the night stand

One picture of a beautiful lass and a dashing tall man

The lass looked like my aunt back many years

The man embracing her like lovers sincere

A pile of notes and letters each in beautiful scarlet ink

Sorting through a flush of heat as my cheeks glow pink

Unbridled passion in the words and the images there

A wooden box that held a locks of black and golden hair

The golden hair in the box my aunt’s for sure

The black belonged to the man, their secret amour

The long secret she held back from us all for years

Reading the last a tear wells as now I know why

Time had passed as she aged and one day did die

His love for her eternal as he held her that last time

How they kissed in the moonlight their world sublime

His offer of an eternal kiss she had often declined

Take me to the other side she whispered this time

The PS I read made my heart jump to my throat

The lock held the last clue of a lasting hope

He had taken her with him but then now confusion

Who was in the box that whole thing an illusion

As I read how he placed a replica in the box we carried

The tears and remembrance for each of us varied

Now all a lie and the truth began to show in the dusk

Gasping as I saw my aunt appear out of a swirl of dust

A cold hand on my shoulder as I couldn’t scream

Swimming thoughts as it all seemed like a dream

Happy Valentine’s Day my dear, would you like to share

Feeling my arm being lifted slowly into the air

Sleep took over after a few agonizing minutes passed

Waking in the dark I hear their snickers, he has crossed

For you they say as I see my lass tied to a chair

Dresses and ready for me to take her right there

Shhh don’t scream, soon we will be together forever

My valentine it’s just a moment of pain to endure

I place the lock as a necklace on her slender throat

As I sink my fangs in and deeply engulf



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The Meeting

Come to the wooded line, that was all it said
The note left for her to get into her head
A shiver ran along her spine as she stood now
In the dew of the night, in her evening gown


His eyes glowed with delight as he saw here there
Hunger grew as the breeze tossed her crimson hair
Waiting as she shifted, now testing her growing nerve
Now to see if she would enter the place few dared

The gravel now gave way to the soft grass at her feet
Her shoes now removed as she walked soft and sleek
A temptress in the moonlight gliding toward the place
A look of hunger and want painted on her face

His heart raced as she walked to the place she was told
He was delighted to see one come that was so bold
The blanket under the tree to lay her on in their embrace
The place he now scurried to once again to kiss her face

The snap of a twig as her heart leapt to her throat
Anticipation of this night made her dance and float
Knowing his embrace was what she craved so desperately
In his arms she would find the depths of eternity

His arms could not wait as he grabbed her quickly
The hunger in his body raged as she submitted willingly
Her body his as she melted into his embrace
His hand now firm and tender as he lifted her face

Kisses fell upon her lips as her body melted into him
His nails tore the clothing away as he would begin
Naked she stood in the place he commanded her too
On his knees her legs now spread for the view

A ravenous tongue now delighted in her sweet taste
Mews of please escaped and were etched on her face
His intrusion now entered as her body danced for him
She was lost in bliss as she felt the slithering enter in

Pulsing and swirling in her most needing places she cried out
Her hands now fell to his head to hold herself still upright
The bark of the tree now pressed on her flesh digging in her back
Sounds of pleasure echoed in the woods from his lusty attack

Her body trembled as he lay her on the blanket to savor
mounting her soft flesh his warmth became heat to devour
His first thrust she yelped then melted as he took her hard
Pumping as a wild stallion charging into battle hard

Eyes blazed with passion as she felt it begging deep inside
No stopping as she wailed a banshee’s haunting cry
She released her lustful soul as he took her deeper still
Her eyes widened as she felt his throb and his filling her

Another wave took her as her body went stiff and she screamed
The world started to fade as she felt herself fall into a dream
His fangs now deep in her throat as he drank deep
Taking her into him as she drifted into forever sleep.

Taking her body now wrapped in the blanket soft
This was a beauty he would not just to the side toss
Laying her in the crypt of his lovers that too had fed him
Her beauty forever as the marble took her in…


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The Master

An inconsequential meeting at the club she thought he was intriguing

The way he looked at her like her soul was bare her thought bleeding

He walked over asking if she mined his company in this sea of humanity

He let her lead the conversation she told him things she couldn’t believe

His aura seeming like that of a long trusted friend she could confide

Becoming inpatient with his lack of advance she put a hand on his thigh

His stirring and shifting was encouraging to her, at least he was male

Her advance made the crowd a most displeasing, her desire a deep well

Leaning to her he asked if she would like to get some air, he was hot

Running her nails all the way up the inside of his thigh she said why not

Outside the chill of the air ignited her wildness, she passionately kissed

She shocked herself, never before had she ever acted like this

Walking to his Ducati throwing a leg over it as if about to ride off

She felt her thoughts betray her wishing it was her he now sought

Brazenly walking up she asked to join him tonight, he smiled devilishly

His smile pushed her will to the limit never before would she believe

Leaving with a would be love, off into the night no plans for the morn

Wrapping her arms around him they drove off, she felt so warm

Finally a spontaneous thing from her, not planed or calculated

Her friends all said she needed to get out and let herself go free

They went a few miles to a side road, he stopped and looked at her

Explaining that he lived there and wanted her to make sure

After all some things can’t be undone he whispered in her ear

Never before had she wanted something so much she was clear

The path was twisted and in the light of the moon is was romantic

The appearance of a mansion sent her mind into a wild panic

She had heard that there were some well off men in town partying

Pulling up to the front he stepped off as the rest seemed like a dream

His movement was like a liquid flowing through empty space it seemed

He held out his have and invited her to tonight become his queen

She flushed at the offer he laid at her feet, as the butler came

“Tonight the great hall” he said to the gaunt butler “light the flame”

A handmaiden emerged out of the shadow her skin white as milk

Her instructions were to take the lady to dress before the meal

Not a word as she led the way up a path to a huge bedroom

Not a single light but the light of the seeming ever bright moon

Then a flip of the switch and time came back to the now

As if she had stepped back centuries in time somehow

The closet was opened to her as she gasped at the bounty

The master will be waiting miss I am here to see your dressed

You may chose but I suggest something modern and playful

He had decided for you to be the queen this is all for you

What kind of man was he her mind now raced, but then elegance

A black dress as if made for her, velvet and so sweet it fit

The handmade smiled as they made their way down the steps

Then at the bottom off to the side graciously she slips

Turning he smiles, “Ah I see you favored my favorite dress

Elegant and simple” his words entrances as his hand caressed

Touching her face she felt herself go limp in his strong arms

She couldn’t help but surrender to his powerful charms

She saw the table set but no food on it as they approached

Then he took and around her throat placed a beautiful broach

The picture that could have been her but from long ago

Suddenly she felt her sanity return and she went cold

In a strange place she barely remember getting there

Suddenly she felt him pull her head back by the hair

Soft licks across her skin then a flash of pain, she screamed

She was floating across the expanse of time it seemed

Next real thought she was on the table he had a knife

Sliding it along the inside of her thigh, he called her his wife

The butler placed a goblet to collect the life giving wine

Handing it to the handmade she took a drink sweet and divine

The butler took his sip before it was passed to the master

He drank it down as if it couldn’t be drunk faster

Then leaning down whispered those words that curse or release

Do you want to live forever or just be the meat at our feast…


Kelly out of control…

The storm passed but the dark clouds still lingered above

Nothing left but a hollowed out feeling no hope, no love

A hunger burned, consuming her till nothing else mattered

Trying to fill her belly she drank milk that instantly clabbered

Violent seizures shook her threatening to rip her apart

Victim to the night and the absence of a beating heart

She felt for her pulse as panic took over, wildly screaming

Falling to her knees let this only be a dream she was praying

She knew her fate was sealed for her now in a nightmare

She looked again to her rescuer letting her hand play in his hair

Then a flair of anger, balling her fist and pulling him inches away

“I swear that you will regret making me one of you and will pay”

Her words a chilling threat but no real power they held

For she was falling further into this dismal pit of hell.

Clutching her stomach bent over she cried in pain again

That’s when her worst nightmare started to begin

The door kicked open, flames spewed in from outside

She recognized the insignia, for a second she felt pride

Then the reality sunk in as he was here to destroy

Running for the back she was flung to the ground like a toy

Still weak from her transformation she was knocked out

Somewhere in the dark there were screams and shouts

Coming to an eerie silence, blood was all over the place

Looking across the battle torn room a semi-known face

The blood matted his hair down but those eyes so calm

His hands shook as he looked back it was all wrong

He should have rushed to her holding her bringing comfort

Feelings and thoughts so confused it was so hard to sort

A head rolled down the steps, seeing it she broke and wept

At last the best an undead could do, she knew she was next

The bodies that lay on the floor testament to the warrior

The world fell away as life came to the greatest of horror

He stood hobbling, the crimson streak now visible on his thigh

His blade griped firmly as is lay flat against his protective side

“Daddy” she cried “help me” her pleas made tears in his eyes

Having lost his wife and sons to the undead breaking he cried

The tears fell to the wound and the sting cough his mind

Knowing it had to end and there was not going to be a better time

“I’m sorry” he whispered “I must end the curse forever”

He drew back, ready to strike then his resolve failed

Regret fled as she leapt, attacking with the power of hell

He stood for a second amazed as through the air she sailed

She pinned him to the ground, eyes burning red with lust

“Daddy” she cooed “time for me to put an end to your trust,

I want you to be my first” she licked her lips as he fought

But she was more than a match and she got what she sought

In his fight for his life she was forced to break his arms

He just lay there no longer able to bring anymore harm

Then the memories of the lessons in the circle and the pain

Hours and hours doing nothing but run, fight and train

A twisted smile crosses her face as she takes his hand

The backward till the tips of his finger to his forearm bend

His scream such a delight, sweet music to her now evil heart

Death comes slow to those who have left a painful make

Jumping to her feet at a sound behind there stood her master

He looked at the carnage about and then the floor, “faster”

His words such a dislike for her, she wanted to make him beg

She took her finger and drove in into the wound on his leg

The wild scream of pain as she dug into the muscle till the bone

“Remember Daddy all the times we were hiding and alone?

You deigned me the chance to have a family now I have chance”

She stood a spun around as if doing some kind of dance

The falling to the ground laughing she crawled over to him

Her fangs grew and so did her need to let her feeding begin

With his neck bare and ready for her as she tipped his head

She let her fangs slowly sink till they did fully embed

The pulsing of the artery just a flick away, her first kill

“Kelly” he croaked “fight it; fight it with all your will”

It was too late for that as she forced down ripping in

The explosion in her mouth massive as it began

Gulping each forceful jetting pulse, she grew in power

As he faded away strange how it started to grow sour

Pulling back she let him fall free, a small trickle all that was left

As he breathed his last then to the worms was made a gift

Revenge looked on and liked the power she and taken on

“My dear now you truly are a part and here you forever belong”

She could still taste the blood and wanted more it was not enough

She wanted to get her fill as she fell into the power of the lust

Running out the door she saw a light and went for it

There on a park bench a bum feeding pigeons did sit

She walked up behind so quiet like a shadow in the night

He never saw her and had a chance to feel any fright

She ripped him open and sucked him dry in seconds

Then tossing the body aside as more blood beckoned

A corner with two ladies looking for work, so tasty

Oh the one with the full red lips, not the sick and pasty

Swaggering across the street the ladies adjusted their pose

“Get lost bitch, this is the corner for the seasoned hoes.”

Kelly chuckled as the pasty one showed her bare knuckle

In a flash she was on the ground her knees gave way and buckled

A flash of movement and her neck snapped, tossed to the earth

Flopping and shaking like a fish fight death for all it was worth

The red lipped beauty now stood looking on in fright

As Kelly approached she didn’t resist or put up a fight

Kissing her full on the lips, those so full lips red as blood

Then to the ground she went with brutal a shove

Only a small cry of fear as she fell, the Kelly pounced on top

Tearing off the trick’s shirt exposing her milky skin so hot

Slow licks across the flesh catching the bra in her teeth

The fangs razor sharp had no problem cutting out a piece

Nipples stood erect in the night air, their dark rings tempting

Kelly continued with her wicked little licking

Going across the tummy that cause trimmer from inside

Then stopping at the top of her skirt, end of the free ride

The material seemed to explode as she was now exposed

Kelly so hot for more than just blood finally chose

Her nail a sharp as her teeth cut a slit, the air hit her

Cutting open her pants to allow her toy to lick her

Such hesitance at first then Kelly made an obedient slave

“Please me or find yourself in a shallow grave”

The fearful thing now licked and lapped till Kelly purred

Then the power of the night made it all a blur

Her orgasm coming she forced herself down harder

The poor thing tried to fight for air but had nothing to barter

Kelly screaming and wildly slamming her wetness down

Smashing the life out of her treat as demonic bliss was found

Kelly looking to see if there was anything left hissed in disgust

Such a squander, to waste such a treat to please my lust

The sound of a crowd and the thump of a club near by

The fire again lit in her hungry eyes…

True Image


Rolling in like a tumble weed Joe was the tall glass of water Sue had been looking for. The dust covered cowboy hat with its tipped low brim hid those bright green eyes. The 3 day scruff just added to the chiseled chin and square jaw. His face brown from the summer sun, Sue could barely look away as he walked toward the bar.

He rolled a leg over the stool and took a seat, Sue bit her lip as she thought about mounting him the same way. When he looked her way she felt her face redden as their eyes locked. A slow tip of his hat and a coy smile that said so much but offered no more than that of a wild ride for the night. It was all she needed. Sue got up and walked over.

“So whats a girl got to do to get a drink around here?”

As a slow smile appeared on his face, he leaned over motioning for her to lean closer. Her heart skipped for a moment, leaning closer, the dampness between her legs now becoming a raging inferno. Whiskers scraped against her face, she loved a rugged man and he had that in spades.

“How about I buy you a drink then we take a bottle to go and find a place to get a bit more comfortable.”

“Fuck that, just get a bottle.” Sue didn’t mean to say it out loud but it was too late.

“Well all right there cowgirl.”

He nodded toward the bartender and got a bottle of whiskey. Tossing back the shot he had just got, Sue was mesmerized as the muscles in his throat forced the liquid down. Looking at her with a boyish smile her knees melted as in a flash she was pulled close and kissed. His tongue pushed in her mouth for a moment, her last minute hesitation broken like a wild mare now ready to be ridden.

“So where are we goin miss?”

Sue lead him toward the door her heart pounding. Her place was just across the street, not a long enough walk for her to change her mind. Her hands shook as the keys fumbled for a moment. A sudden kiss on the back of her neck and the door flew open.

No time to think as he was on her. She wanted him so bad, she needed a long hard ride into the sunrise. She hoped he was going to give her that. Her skirt pulled up from behind as she felt him push her over the side of the couch.

Sue gasped as his cock touched the edge of her dripping pussy. It was like an electric shock ran through her. The head pushing past the opening deeper and deeper with each stroke, invading her wet cunt threatening to make her explode with pleasure. Then he would switch speed and rhythm.  Her frustrated growls as each time he would get her close but not let her release.

His hand on her shoulders now as his hot breath ran along her flesh. That was all she could take, her body shook. Screaming as her nails dug into the couch. Lost in the moment Sue felt him kiss her neck, then a twinge of pain. A never ending wave as his cock slammed into her, every ounce of her being spent at once. The world faded as all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. The release ripping her to the core of her soul then being spilled out for him to feast on.

Sue fell face down shaking, done for; the stranger took all she had to offer. He let her fall onto the couch. The last thing she saw was his eyes, dark as midnight. Lips crimson stained as he forced his cock in her mouth. An explosion of his cream forced her to swallow, his cock was so deep.


Sue woke tied to a cactus, the soft desert breeze caressing her skin. Disoriented and confused she looked around.  There he stood, she moved her lips but nothing came out.

“Well good morning or almost morning sleepy head. I wondered if I was going to get to say goodbye.”

His smile had an evilness to is as Sue began to struggle in the ropes. They were tied well and escape wasn’t going to happen.

“I wanted to thank you for last night. It has been a while since I got me a good old fashion wild woman. I sure hope you understand, it’s nothing personal but I am meant to walk the desert damned, my curse for running into the night walkers.

Her turned and walked to a old box car, turning and tipping his hat.



“Oh my name is Joe.”

The door slid closed as the edge of the sky suddenly lit with the sunrise. Sue felt like she had been doused in gasoline and set of fire. She would have screamed if she could have. In a moment there was nothing left but ash. A tumble weed rolled by as a final ember smoldered.


Good day my freaky darlings, let me introduce myself. I have been called many things but I simply like to go by the name George. Yes I know not very mysterious or elegant but it was the name that is on the piece of paper I was found with. Waking up face down in a ditch all those years ago, a bullet buried in my chest, the doctor said I was really lucky to be alive. Never mind it was a silver bullet, silly hunters never get the facts right, it should have been a stake or at least coat it with holy water.

By now you have figured out I am not exactly like you, I was transformed, if you will. I have seen wars come and go, empires rise and crumble and yet one thing remains, the despoliation of humanity. Flitting about like a mad hive of bees in the wasteland of history till the field of flowers is raped of their beauty. I feel no remorse in what I need to do to survive. After all I am merely doing the world a favor and relieving it of the pressure of the dregs and all that is heinous and ugly.

It is rare when the land mortal will have an impact on the land of the gods. We have found refuge in those who would desire to be like us and in their greed we take shelter. I have one such pet; he is a vile and irreverent man whom we shall call Fred. It matters not his real name, just that he brings me what I need and hopes one day to be imparted with the gift of immortality. I give him credit, he does bring a higher class of meals than the last host I had, but then again what can one hope for from an opium addict who was more slave to the dragon than in fear of death.

Fred has been inquiring more and more what it will feel like when he crosses over. I have had to be vague as I really have no intent to do such thing for him; he is simply and means to an end at this time. I can do what is needed myself.  Then again why work so hard when just dangling a carrot will get the work done for you. Fred’s vivacious demeanor has the people around him at a loss as to why the women and men who get close to him don’t stay for long. His love is but for one thing, himself. It matters not who he has to step on or over to achieve his goals, as long as the end reward is what the desire of his heart brings.

So here we are my friends. You wonder how can I exist like this, how can I look into the eyes of these people as they feel their end coming like a fast moving train. It is easy; they are no more to me than the chicken you bought in the grocers section was to you. They are mostly tasteless chunks of walking meat with nothing more in their soul than their next meal, the next fuck, or next high. I know for in their final heartbeat I dangle the carrot in front of them, tempting each one with a final desire, to be forever trapped with their fondest memory for all eternity. It is always the same thing, disgusting swine, always the baser filth that they crave.

The ginger knocking at the door, I know one of Fred’s female companions has arrived as I lie in wait. He is the promiscuous fiend, even before we met, never giving thought to anything more than the moment. This one has been coming around for a few weeks now, she is actually a striking beauty, and not just her flesh but there is something deeper. She put Fred’s advances off as he tried to sack her the first few times she was invited over. It was amusing to watch from the shadows as if he had lost his touch with women. The blond he brought in the midst of his failures with this one was the ego boost he needed, just a drunken sot of flesh that was little more than an encased self absorbed trollop. My only amusement came from Fred in his drunken state watching me rip the life and soul from this thing as he was so sexually frustrated he took the corpse to his room and had his way with it for hours before he carried it off into the night.

Now the beautiful vixen enters, I see Fred try his old tricks. She is too sensible to fall for them, as his frustration grows. The more he tries the more she retreats into the shades of refusal. I watch as he closes the gap, I know the intent of his heart. He desires her more than anything else in the world and she becomes his undoing. He has been good to me for the most part but I will not tolerate him defiling her, the fear in his eyes shows as I present myself in the room. This time he tries to run from me, there is no place to hide. The beautiful creature watches in horror as her would be molester become my meal. I feel her tension as I drain the fool of all he has to give and drop his body to the floor.

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Slowly turning she can see the god now before her as the wall giving her the only strength to stand. The coppery sweet crimson still coats my lips as I approach her. Looking into her eyes I see a beauty from a life with more than self and selfish desires.  She turns her head away from my gaze, her throat now bare as the red hair falls in slow curls spilling over her shoulder. Her skin so smooth and pale, like mine but hers in alive. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as fear grips her in the approach. My hand caressing her cheek as I know this creature could easily become my ruination, I desire her in ways I have not felt for many a year. Turning her head I make the flaw that will drive the stake through me.

“What is your name?” The question little more than vapors as she quakes under my touch

“Jessica” she replies

“A beautiful name for a beautiful creature” I cannot stop, I feel my own needs and desire grow, but not to feed. I desire her company and companionship. “Do you know what I am?”

Her reply is a slow nod of her head as she slowly looks back toward into my eyes. “Will it hurt?”

“The pain is only for a moment. But there is a whole new world to experience if you want it.”

“Please, I am not ready to die. I will do anything you ask.” Her plea so much deeper and more compelling than any before.

 I could feel her pulse just under her flesh as I kissed her neck. The flame of her soul ignited as I caressed her skin. Her sharp gasp as the skin rent open as sharp fangs sliced through. For a moment I pressed my tongue against her jugular vein, the rapid pulse as the heart pounded in her chest. It throbbing, such a beautiful beat, like the rhythm to a fast primal dance. A little nick as the spray filled my mouth, shooting to the back of the throat and so easily swallowed in gulps. Desiring to savor every drop and moment as her body shook as I locked down tight.

As the pressure of the pulse lessens I release and give her the offer that so many have begged for. It is the gift of the gods, or demons, depending on how you view it.

“Would you like to live forever? To become like I am?” The offer lay out there, this time not the carrot luring in the desperate fool looking for a chance to extend his time here on earth before paying the piper so to speak. A genuine want to have her with me as now I hoped she would say yes. Could I force the change, of course, but I want her to want it, to become a part of my life.

Her bright green eyes’ starting to haze over lightly as death was so close. There was a moment I felt pity as I realized I had done to her worse that what Fred had desired to do. She might have been able to fight him off but this was a whole different world, all I had to offer her was death and destruction.

Picking her up I carry her to the bed room, she still has said nothing as she weakens even more. I offer her again as she looks with a sad smile. Her lips move but she is unable to speak as the reaper has taken her voice from her. The stain grows on the bed as I am at a loss; I feel rage building at her refusal of my offer and rip open her shirt. Exposing her body I wrestle her pants off.

Her flesh will feel the final sting of a rejection.  It is madness that had gripped me as I force her legs apart. Now my tongue slides over the flesh along her thigh, fangs sink in as her body convulses with the feeling. I am a demon now as I bit my lip just enough to make a trickle of blood to flow into her. I will not be denied my one desire. I can see the beginning of the transformation as I climb onto her. I look her in the eyes as I know the exact moment the venom hit her heart. In that moment I thrust my cock in, taking the flesh as it becomes a warm being to the cold feel of death reborn.

Several minutes it takes as the body responds to change. She is unconscious as I ravage what would be no more than a corpse had I not known the truth. The glazed eyes lifeless for the moment, the cooling flesh a bluish hue in those moments. I hold back for as long as I can before a massive release I had not felt in years shakes me to the core. She will wake soon not only as one of my kind but as mine for all time.

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