My Perfect View. Gaze With Me As I See What Is.

     I stand, still as I choose. Stationary in my own will, I watch. I see her flowing, prancing to the subtle beat of the faint music in the distance. She is wearing all that I have ever wished her to. Her skin bare to the bright moon light casting a stage under her feet.
     My eyes are set, my vision entranced to her seductive moves. She sways, bends, tips, and slips across the wet moss. She is a beauty unmatched by my years in this world. I peer into her as she dances. My soul tears, dripping through to the empty earth beneath me. Knowing she is glass in my hand. Easy to break, fragile in my fingers. To take her is to consume her. I would snuff the very fire I beg to touch to dearly.
     For now, I wait. Patient in my solace of this one perfect moment. For now I am content in this scene, happy to anticipate the next moon.

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A Song to the Unfaithful. Let Them Rot In Hell.

     Let rip the emotions that govern the sick fits of fancy that the other lovers call trysts. We all know the pleasure of wrong and the justice of right. To slip past the veil of morality on a whim and ask for the courtesy of trust. The shame that follows a half honest apology is revolting.
     So to all of the tarts, both male and female. The lingering memories of what once was that pressing into all of our minds. I say with a polite and hearty tone.
     Fuck you. I know I did. I enjoyed it. Maybe it's time you took things for what they were and not what you wanted them to be. Try it. Seriously. Sit back in your favorite spot. You know the one I mean. Curl up in that nice, warm blanket of yours that you never let me use. light a few candles or put on a movie. Enjoy what your body has to offer everyone else except me.
     Remember the good times, the bad. The harsh moments and the sensual embraces. My hand on your skin as you sighed in relief. Recall the feeling. Seek out that one hour of happiness you once had so long ago.
     And don't forget to GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!

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I Dream of Her Nightmare. A Demon Vampire Within A Soul.

As I lay, not merely sleeping, but dreaming of a beauty I have seen from a distance. I wonder, in fact I ponder what valleys and clouds she is slumbering about. Years have I watched her sensual curves, her shapely body, her perfect face. Yearned, yet did nothing. Fearing, waiting, wanting her to notice the stranger in the dark watching her dream. I do not know if she would enjoy my presence, my thoughts, my touch. All I know is that when I dream, I am her nightmare and she is my salvation.

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Vampires on Fucking Sex. Tricks, Talents, And Tips.

     Vampire have sex. Powerfully orgasmic sex that often physically and mentally rips their bodies apart, sometimes literally.
     There are some variations to what vampire like to do when it's time to get dirty. When a vampire mates, well, has sex with a human. The experience came be as pleasurable as the vampire decides. Leaving the enjoyment almost solely in the hands of the vampire.
     A vampire having sex with another vampire is a moment to behold. A event like this should have tickets sold to it. It's a wonderfully humbling scene in which, depending on the vampires can actually kill them. If the vampires are sick and experimental, piercing the abdomen in order to touch the genitals from inside the body is a common practice. If the vampires are modest, wholesome individuals, it might only result in a little skull fucking. Popping the eyeball out and to the side while, well you get the idea.
     A half vampire, a vampeal having sex with a human can be quite satisfying. A vampeal has more strength than a human, but can enjoy all of the reciprocating activities done by the human as well. Making an overall mutual experience for both of them.
     Two vampeals can have fun with each other in the same general way that a vampire couple can. The only limitation is that after, they need a few more days to heal their injuries. Regardless, the sex of well worth it. Vampeals rarely find each other in the world after all.
     A vampire and a vampeal is nice. Both the vampire and the vampeal are able feel every motion, bump, grind, and thrust that is made. Albeit with some damage to the vampeal.
     Now we come to sex with a demon vampire. If the partner is anything less than a vampire, they will die from the intercourse. Sex with a demon vampire is always a theatrical deal. You must conform to their will and desires entirely. often sacrificing your own happiness and more often morals for their sexual whims.
     Finally, there is sex between two demon vampires. This is something that only happens in the dark sinewy shadows of a locked room that has been prepared with virgins to last them a month. Blood and guts know no beginning or end in this place. The sex incurred here lasts in the minds of it's participants for lifetimes. It is a secret, special occurrence. I would suggest that you attend and watch. But those who do, never leave the scene.

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My Night's Sky

Through my eyes so wide, This is the sky I see.

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Black Rose

Black Rose.
I am the Black Rose with thorns that wound the night. My skin is the silk of life that bleeds the children of the next dawn. Power wraps my veins, strength is companion. The day holds no weight against my cause. I am

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Vampire Poem

My stars shine with red tint. Gleaming in the barren night I wait. The world around me slumbers. The eyes around me stare.
What a twisted life I drink to fate. Years past and summers fallen. The taste of the water I no longer care.
The food a shell, the texture bland.
What I wouldn't give for a beating heart strong in my hand.
The gift is calling, whispering tall promises in diminutive fashion.
I know my answer, I am ready for the fire.
My soul heavy, my aim true with fevered passion.
Tonight, I give back an heir which I am a sire. 

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Demon Vampire Draft One Chapter One Excerpt

Demon Vampire Chapter One Excerpt. This is from the 10.17.2010 draft of the book. Please try to contain yourselves, the rest of the book will be just as good.

Chapter 1

The Abomination and A Tainted Whisper

     

      So sweet is the wet rain flowing through the throat of life. Kissing the sky, a nimble tongue tithes over a sharp tooth. He is hungry. The demon inside drips with excitement. This will be his first. Wet senses, tense thoughts play in his mind. He leans in. Her neck warm, tender, ready for penetration.

      His hand grips her delicate left shoulder. She sighs from the pressure laid down upon her. A medium brown wool sweater is all that keeps the barrier between the touch. His skin light, a contrast to her tanned olive tone. He stands slightly taller, nearly six feet to her thin five foot eight frame. Her face oval, feminine. A transparent gloss to her lips, wet and perched. Her green eyes adding detail to her perfect expression. She is attracted to him. His aesthetic build appealing to her. Black eyes shielded with thorns in shadow gaze upon her. His strength is obvious to her. His mid length wavy dark brown hair wisping in the sudden breeze. The clouds above were about to tear open.

      The field adjacent to them offered little cover to the events that both of them anticipated. It was going to happen, she knew that, she wanted it. He pressed into her. She felt the hard bark push into her behind. Pitting her back with a unique sensation that was oddly pleasurable. This was her time to enjoy him. After many nights of catering to his whims, she was able to purely experience the act.

      Her long straight brown hair shifted back, exposing her supple veins in the wind. “This is what I want.” Her voice almost silent, loud only to his ears. She was panting, waiting, wishing for it.

      A streak of lightning set fire to the night. Illuminating the privacy they had sought out so carefully. The field was large, extending as far as their eyes would let it. In an instant, everything went black.

      Before he could answer, the demon within had spoken. His fingertips moved on their own. Stripping the fabric away from his sight. Her flesh intoxicating, he grasped the back of her neck with intention. His right hand cradling her slender neck. The once gentle fingertips drove into her. She tensed, letting the pain subside to her newfound pleasure. His face caressed hers in a moment of embrace. A kiss led to his tongue drawing a line to her throat. His fangs wet, sharp, he entered her.

      Breathing quickly, rapidly to the feeling. Red fresh blood flows. Soaking, flooding the once dry clothing remaining. Her bra the only intact article concealing her breasts, the liquid cascaded down her chest. Her thick, long black skirt absorbing the pain. Her breath heavy, she sighed in ecstasy. Her arms wrapped around his back, she loved it.

The demon spoke without words. She heard his voice in her blood. “You are the sacrifice that will culminate my rebirth.”

      He smiled as he drank her life. She shifted her hips towards his, attempting to connect them further. He pulled her left leg up high, tight and close to him. Her quiet moans filling his keen ears with music. He pinned her to the tree.

      This was exactly what she had wanted. Something more than the normal vampire. A difference in power, influence, that could be felt. A demon among nightmares.

      He continued to devour her blood. She tried to ask him to stop, her mouth dry, unable to speak. Her arms began to fail her, falling to her sides as he kept drinking her. It was terrifying her, yet it was enticing her. It felt good. The intensity climbed washing over her as he bore deeper. She stared into his eyes as she lost consciousness. Torrential rain came as her eyes closed. It wet their bodies through the filter of the tree. The blood spilled, mixing into the roots. This was not unpleasant in her mind, only unexpected.

      He had consumed her life whole. Her body stood soulless and broken. He eased back to reveal her torn neck, flopping to one side. Her stained skin void of life, he held her in place. His eyes examined her up and down. She was beautiful after all. His tastes were appeased. “Amber from the vein.” His voice dark and piercing.

      The night bled, the glass moon high in the heavens. He set her, propped against the tree where she lost her virgin life. A storm descended, damning him. Wind rustling the leaves, throwing her tattered clothing from her. She lay there, the flesh that was once a person who trusted him.

      There was a small seemingly insignificant remnant, willing to accept the evil he was doing here. Convincing him the blood was necessary, that she had to die, that she wanted it. It was persuading him to eat, to feast and siege conquest on the world for more. It whispered softly to the dreamer inside of him, it influenced this dream, this vision of things to come. His voice echoed through his lips, staring at her with his guilt. “This is what you are. The intriguing flavors you secretly salivate and intensely enjoy.” He smiled, it was becoming a part of him. It did taste like milk, silky and quenching to his stomach.

      Viewing the once vibrant youth, ravaged before him. It was done. Inside he enjoyed the depravity, sweetly craved it, yearned for it.

The red apparition in the back of his thoughts somehow soothing and calming. It was speaking to him directly. A deep murderous growling rumble. He could hear it above the crackling thunder coursing over the field. “The vast ocean of power I can grant you. The encompassing absolution of being I offer, to walk without equal in a land of twisted horrors and tempting monsters. Am I truly so disgusting? Do I not tempt you? Do I not wet your palette with my invitation?”

      Fear swept him, his choices were not his own. The warm blanket of seduction that was cloaking him was convincing. It was generously welcoming. He hesitated, not knowing this demon's destination or his own.

      “Let it happen, give yourself to me. All you ever have to do is agree with me. Your soul will satisfy my desires. Rip, tear, rend, and swallow the blood like milk.” The demon inside beckoned with a sadistic thought.

      He was unsure, the deal was tempting, even acceptable in a sick flight of fancy. He was not a murderer. He knew as much, he knew enough to doubt his own integrity. It was tempting, wet in his mouth.

      The voice posed it's question. It's confidence unrelenting. “Is my simple price so steep, so dire and costly that you would die a fool's death to deny what fate has allowed me to etch into the stars?”

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Demon Vampire Draft One Alternate Opening

     This is the alternate opening scene from my debut book Demon Vampire. It's a taste of what's to come. I hope you all enjoy it as I have.

To read the current opening to Demon Vampire, click here. 

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Cold torrential water bleeds down asphalt streets as a familiar warm red liquid stains pale lips, quenching a once dry, defeated, parched throat. A Thick ominous mist tightly seals the sight of anyone wishing to view such a grotesque display. The bright glass moon is high, lighting the obscuring clouds above, creating a haunting miasma across the sky. The violently summoned strength, once used to fend off the unknown terror seeking it, is lost to the diminishing volume of blood in the vein. The fleeting effort gone, the exsanguinated body hangs loose, still in his arms. Damp, tarnished white woolen clothing dances in the sudden burst of wind, the frame motionless, a cut lifeless marionette. The blond hair thrown around the body wildly, a toy to be dangled from his finger tips. A eerily malevolent voice calls out unfamiliar words. Sharp wet osseous protrusions foretell a dark future. One of fear and death from the edge of oblivion. A fortune of an eternal lust for power to be coveted, told for the few that are willing to hear and less with those that are willing to share. As the crimson demon stands, looming over his latest meal. The last watery drops from the eviscerated jugular grace his tongue and bring a much invited calm. He is content in this morbid act. He has been bathed in the communion of murder. The stark, most-recognizable sound rings out in the distance. They are calling it, beckoning its aberrant wrath with screeching sirens and harsh shouts.

Lightning sets stunning fire to the night, shining momentary fluorescence over the dim thoroughly saturated objects that hide in the shadows. The scene has been torn, ripped from a world that has no crisp definable shape. Red spatters litter the rough ground and are soon dissolved as the primary hints of a brutal massacre. A blue sports car lies overturned, it's driver's side door smashed. Its hood shredded, rendered more than twenty feet away. It sits across the far shoulder of the road. Long open shears of twisted metal show signs of malice in its fender. Fervent Smoke bellowing off a steaming engine block, raising, adding to the fog. The concentrated cloud signals unwanted attention to him. Attracting certain one-sided vitriolic coloring to his actions. They will see him as the monster he is. His dark clothes can only hide him among the shadows of the night, not from this abhorrent display. His dark brown hair, curly wet from the rain, shades an unknown face. His black pleated long coat shielding him from the detail of the still running head lights. He is tall, slender, powerful, yet not absolute.

The fast-paced rhythm of his heart made the kill more pleasurable, but none the less usual. In either a drawn out fight gouging at his pray, or a more frequent quick midnight silent kill, they would find his trail. There was no elegance where necessity held it's sway. They will pick up these pieces, he was sure of that. The constant investigations press his mind while he remains in this town. They are persistent and confident, though they lacked real power. The wisest detective on his trail was nothing against the race from the sun. Amongst all their threats of crime and heresy, they were not a scorching fireball descending from the heavens to burn him to gray ash. The physical had it's limitations, light forever held an unrelenting dominant lean on him. A truth wielding pain and death in the well disguised rays of beautiful sunshine. Morality meant nothing in the face of the blinding day, there was the next meal, the search for cover, and nothing to debate. With each feverish kill the fear that he was becoming more of a monster was gnawing at his already thin conscience. Tearing at his mind were images of the continuing sanguinary horror that he was slowly transforming into a true demon born from the ninth level of hell itself.

There was a small seemingly insignificant part, willing to accept the evil he was doing. Convincing him the blood was necessary, persuading him to eat, to feast and siege conquest on the world. It whispered softly to him, it influenced his dreams. “This is what you are. The intriguing flavors you secretly salivate and intensely enjoy. Rip, tear, rend, and swallow the blood like milk.” It enjoyed the depravity, it sweetly craved it, yearned for it. The red apparition somehow soothing and calming, was speaking to him directly with a deep murderous growling rumble. “The vast ocean of power I can grant you. The encompassing absolution of being I offer, to walk without equal in a land of horrors and monsters. Am I truly so disgusting? Do I not tempt you? Do I not wet your palette with my menu? Is my simple price so steep, so dire and costly that you would die a fool's death to deny me what fate has allowed me to etch into the stars?”

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Demon Vampire the Book has been written.

     The epic, paranormal, dark fiction book "Demon Vampire" has been completed. weighing in at over 218,000+ words and more than 1 million keystrokes, it has been a long journey. A few days of one year it all it took. Next comes sending it to my agent for approval. Here's an excerpt.
    

     A thunderous sound shattered the tension in the room. Something big was happening. The far corner snapped in half. A large piece impaling the older man still standing. Snow blew in as the roof fell. Yugo and Damien braced the ceiling before it killed the last surviving man inside. It slanted as they looked on in complete shock. There was someone there. A familiar face to Damien. A person he did not want to see, not then, not ever. 

    A black figure stood just outside of the moonlight, still deep in the shadows. He stepped back, letting the light strike him for a moment. His face was devilish, sinister.

    “Fear.” Damien said to himself.

    “Yes.” The dark shadow exclaimed calmly.

    The black, cloaked figure vanished. Only a trail of destruction hinted towards his location. He had moved across the room. Damien turned around. Yugo was trying to keep up with his astounding speed. he was too late to see it. Damien however, watched in horror as a sense of dread overcame him. The man behind them was being ripped into three pieces. His blood pouring down as his head was torn by this nightmare's fangs. His right arm was pulled from his body, letting the rest fall to the ground in a lump of dead flesh. Yugo stared at the carnage after it happened. A line of blood splashing him in the chest. Ruining his fox pelt.

     Yugo protested. “You fu-”

     The black cloaked figure moved too fast for Yugo to understand. Before he was able to finish his comment, Yugo's jaw had been removed, completely, with precision. Yugo being knocked backwards, taking out the far support beam still keeping the roof from collapsing. Damien moved into position to carry the load.

     “This is to ensure you will never talk of me again. Unless you speak my name. Know me, and know Fear.” Fear held Yugo's jaw in his right hand. The blood soaking to the floor, his tongue flopping limp. 

 

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Demon Vampires on Pain

     Demon vampires do not feel pain. However unlike vampires and vampeals, the lack of pain is caused by the instant reaction that happens inside a demon vampire's body. The blood starts immediately to heal the injury, that is if one has occurred at all. A demon vampire's skin is just as soft as a vampire's, but their muscle is far stronger. Not like stone or brick, but as a tightly bound coil of steel, bridging their limbs together. Their muscle is absolute. Any damage to the skin is quickly healed by the reactive blood within. Reducing the need for the feeling of pain, a demon vampire can tread the world without fear.

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Vampires and Vampeals on Pain

     Vampires do feel pain, more so than vampeals. Vampires have the physical ability to hut out the unpleasant sensation of pain. Only taking the information that there is a wound, nothing more. A vampeal however has autonomic anesthetic that kicks in the moment pain is felt. The half-vampire feels everything the first time. After that, nothing. A vampeal is at a physiological disadvantage to a vampire in that sense. A vampire being able to retain the knowledge of each injury without the distraction of pain, and the vampeal unable to think clearly from the initial wound and the lack of later impaired function of that area.
     Pain may be in the eye of the beholder, but Pain is different to a vampire and a vampeal respectively.

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Vampires on Blood

     Vampires never hiss and bare fangs when they see or smell blood. That's just stupid. A vampire has represents supreme control in it's basic sense. Vampires do not react to the presence of blood, they are simply aware of it. Like the smell of a warm meal cooking by the fire, a vampire's nose detects the flavor of the dish. Vampires never bare teeth at the sight of blood. One might smile at the view, but that's preference, not reaction.

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Vampires on Alcohol

     Alcohol is especially potent to a vampire, initially. A vampire's blood can break down liqueur and all other types of alcohol in minutes depending on their age. The older the vampire, the quicker the diffusion. To get a vampire drunk, they need to binge drink. After the allotted time, they return to normal.

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The Arrival Of The Chosen Who Came To Die

     Of the four hundred alteration vampires that came, four were chosen. Of the seventy eight focus vampires that sought them out, two survived. And of the three psychic vampires that actually arrived, their hopes high with dreams of lust, power, and gifts, one was damned to be selected.
     That night seven vampires were changed. Seven were found to be able. Six were willing, one was not. 

     Scenes from the upcoming book Demon Vampire.

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