Vampires Stories

Slade and Connie finished with the body and scene, headed back to the car and sat inside reviewing what they had. Laid out in the car was not much stuff. There was not much room in the car with all the computers and firepower. "Let’s go back to DD's. We can spread everything out there and review it." Connie said. Her car was still there and she needed it to get home. Slade agreed, "OK, we need more coffee to stay awake to...

It was a very dark cold night, the air was heavy with rain. The alley was narrow, the cobble stone walkway glistened from newly fallen rain and continuing mist. The walls of the buildings held the sound of my heart and my shoes, as I walked slowly toward the only light. I pulled up my collar to warm my neck and protect it from the people I saw. It was a red light above a small non-descript sign that read 'The Main Artery'...

This is the true story of vampires in the world today. You probably have heard all the stories about the centuries old vampires, who live forever once they have been bitten by another vampire. And they cannot be killed, except by a stake through the heart, or maybe cutting their heads off and keeping them separate.This story began many years ago when Vlad the Impaler was ruling over Hungary and fighting off the Turks. The...

Fade's P.O.V. As the my brother and Alexis stood there I could not help but miss William. I knew that I was not supposed to be thinking about him, but he was to me as Alexis was to Jaden. Seeing as she was forbidden to think about him, it's a good thing that being mostly an elemental gave her the ability to hide her thoughts from the pack. As if hearing my thoughts, my brother looked up from where he and Alexis sat. He ha...

Red as blood, Dark as night. Scream you may, Run you might.Walk in the forest With a cross in your pocket.Walk in the streets With a blood filled locket.Crimson and charcoal,Shades of pure evil. Red are our eyes, The mark of the Devil.We praise evil,With demons we stroll. We live lifeWithout any soul.Know us, And know us well. For we are the honoredDwellers of Hell.We seek one thingAnd that is your blood. This world of yo...

I thought they buried you in the snowLast winter-- but, pray, was that me?Curious, how I’ve nowhere to go,But pace the graves at half past three:Mysterious ‘tis, where goes my mindThese bleary days since I spied you last;It seems I’m cloistered from my kind,Lost, amazed, in the winding past.But look at you! As snowflakes white,Trellised atop the gravestone’s perch!How does your trembling lip invite,Like toll of midnight b...