I stood there in absolute shock as the Nathan I used to know was transformed into a monster with fangs and sharp claws and glimmering black orbs and gleaming canines your beautiful he used to say to me but that was gone it was tantalising I was furious so I walked all the way home and then I opened the kitchen cabinet grabbed the plate we ate our wedding cake on and threw it on the floor and it smashed into little pieces of glass .

I stand there, totally mesmerized, as Rhiella approaches me. Her crimson curls cascade down her shoulders, matching the intensity of her blood moon eyes. That tantalizing smile draws me in, stirring a stampede of emotions within me.

My mouth is dry, palms sweating as she nears. I feel her breath on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "You know you want me," she whispers seductively, her voice like silk against my skin.

I struggle to find words. My heart races like a drummer held captive in my chest."Of course I want you," I manage to choke out, fear and desire warring within me. "But what will happen to me?"

She considers for a moment, her gaze piercing mine. "You'll be free," she says with a giggle, her finger tracing my neck. "And everything you've ever wanted will be yours." She presses her body against mine, closing the gap between us. God, she’s so beautiful. My entire body throbs, like it’s on the verge of exploding.

I swallow hard, torn between running and staying. But hell, even if I wanted to run, I’m paralyzed. The way she looks at me, it’s hypnotic. In this moment, I am a prisoner of desire, and all I can do is surrender to her.. A tear escapes as I meet her gaze. "Do it," I finally say, succumbing to the inevitable.

Her toothy grin sends chills through me as her fangs gleam in the moonlight. I’m not sure whether to be excited or absolutely terrified, but my breath catches in my throat, and I nearly faint as she sinks her fangs into my neck.

“To my darling forever love,

It has been what feels like an eternity since we’ve seen each other. The memory of our time together burns not only in my mind but in my soul as well. It’s been too long. 
My love, I am writing to you in hopes that you will reconsider my invitation and please return to me. I need you back in my life more than you need me. Your breath alone is tantalizing to me, it makes me hungry. I’m requesting to be yours forever , if you’ll have me again. I’m very sorry for how our last meeting ended. I didn’t mean to scare you. I meant to tell you in a nice way that I was a vampire. But sometimes my fangs betray me and introduce themselves first. Please do reconsider. I miss you so, and I promise not to drain you of your blood.”


            With Love,  
                                 Drac

He licks his fangs, watching a woman sitting on a towel across the pond. She’s singing to herself, an unfamiliar song she’s struggling to remember the words to. She shakes her head, her wet hair moving wildly and droplets of water fling free. Then she stops moving her head, bringing her hands up to her hair. She takes a hold of her wet hair, wringing it out. It gives him a perfect view of her beautiful neck he could so easily take a bite out of. He tunes his ears to the tantalizing sound of her heartbeat already tasting her delectable blood. To his side, he feels a push. Almost falling, he catches himself preventing the reveal of his hiding place behind medium-sized bushes.

“Don’t even think about it.” His assailant and sister warns, her tone reminiscent of a buzzing fly.

“What?” He says, annoyed that she always ruined his fun. “We haven’t had a drop of blood for days so don’t tell me you’re not hungry.”

“Course I am, but I’m also not stupid.”

“What do you mean?” He counters, his eyes still on his target.

“A beautiful woman sitting by a pond singing to herself but also weirdly pulling her hair up so her neck is on display. This doesn’t seem suspicious to you?”

“Suspicious how?”

She rolls her eyes. “Brother, look at her hands. What do you see?”

He narrows his eyes. “Callous fingers, maybe she plays an instrument.”

“Or she’s a vampire hunter, idiot.” She chastises.

“A hunter?”

He thought hunters were extinct or just urban legends older vampires told but they’re real?

“Yes, a vampire hunter. It’s a trap.”

“Who knew hunters could be so beautiful,” He comments, still enamored by the woman.

She scoffs. “Stop staring, she’s not yours you fool. We need to figure out how to get across this pond alive!”

“Well, we are already dead,” he jokes, earning a poisonous glare.

“If she’s here imagine how many others there are?”

“She could be alone.”

“Vampire hunters never hunt alone. They’re much like werewolves and witches in that way.”

“So what do we do?”

“Give me time to think.”

“Can you think quicker? I’m hungry and need to bathe.”

“Stop whining. You want me to think of a plan, don’t you?”

He starts to complain again but quiets himself.

“Alright, we’ll go back, turning left this time.”

“Finally, you make sense.”

Emily was tall and fit with long, jet black hair that almost looked like silk in the moonlight; her eyes a piercing red against her porcelain skin. She complimented Hope in every way. Hope was slightly taller than Emily and just as slender; with deep green eyes and fire red hair down to the small of her back; skin as white as snow. Vampires were naturally beautiful, but these two gave a new meaning to youthful beauty. Together, they were stunning. All eyes focused on them. It’s not enough to be vampires, but to have the kind of sex and love that Hope and Emily shared was wild for even their kind. Their chemistry transcended the bedroom. For over 200 years they had been a couple, moving in absolute synchrony. When Emily moved, Hope moved. They were never more than an arms length apart, watching and protecting each other. The rest of the coven thought they were insufferable. Really, how long can these two be so infatuated with each other? But, when eternity is breathing down their necks, no measure of time feels real.

Hope grabbed Emily’s hand and pulled her into her lap. She ran her long finger nails down Emily’s leg and kissed her lips. Emily let out a soft sigh and nipped at Hope’s lip, causing her to softly bleed. Hopes eyes turned black. She was drunk on blood and sex; her fangs erect and willing. She pushed Emily’s Raven hair to the side, exposing her neck. She wrapped her fingers around Emily’s throat and spit into her mouth, grinning fiendishly. Emily gasped and chewed on her lip, trying to ignore her trembling legs. But how could she? Hope was giving her a tantalizing glimpse of what she could do to her and she knew it. She wanted Hope so badly she could feel her heart pulsing between her legs. “It’s, it’s y—yours,” Emily barely managed to breathe out before Hope had spread her legs and started biting on her inner thigh.

The blood she drew tasted hot and sweet. Emily always tasted better when she was aroused. The blood gave Hope a sweet intoxication no amount of alcohol could ever achieve. It was thrilling. Hope licked her lips and looked up at Emily through her bangs and grinned. She moved her way between her legs, knowing exactly what Emily likes. She knew she was about to make Emily feel the pleasure she deserved and had felt for the last 200 years with her. Emily had one hand gripping the silk sheets and the other wrapped around Hope’s hair. Emily’s back arched as her breath began increasing. Her body began sweating, and Hope was feasting like a King between her legs. Hope could feel she was almost there and went in deeper. Emily let out a deep moan, tightened her thighs around Hopes head, and then dropped them to the side. Hope licked her lips again, studying Emily’s ravaged body, pleased with herself.

Saving the sinner,

Killing the poor,

You’re painted as evil,

So why should you deplore?

No matter where you go

There’s always one in charge.

The world won’t change, you know,

Despite consistent discharge.

Now would you rather stand there fearful,

controlled by a thread?

Or would you rather ready your sword,

Even if you’ll end up dead?

That choice is yours,

No one can force.

It’s just your state of mind.

Whatever you choose,

Someone will lose.

It’s just human kind.

Funny how you stand and say you’d fight until the end.

But when they call, you slam the door, no longer will defend.

Dear Pierre,

Hey Pierre, it's Herbert from upstairs. I'm not sure if you know my name, but there it is, it's Herbert. I don't think we've ever had a formal introduction in the three years that I've lived above you. I think I only know your name because I sometimes get your mail.

Anywho, I'll just cut to the chase, because I really don't know how to build up to something like this.

I know you're a vampire.

This is going to sound weird, it might even sound cruel and for that, I apologize. When I first met you I thought something was wrong. I'm not a doctor, I'm not even a nurse. But I work for Blue Shield Health Services as a call representative. Your overall pale demeanor came off as concerning to me. I know it's none of my business, and that's why I never asked. I personally just thought you had some kind of skin disease. Then I caught onto the fact that I only saw you come out at night. I work remote and...I hate to say it but I learned the routines of everyone who lives in our complex without even trying. I think it's something you pick up when you don't have co-workers to talk to on your lunch or breaks. Nevertheless, I realized that you were only a night person.

I had my suspicions, and kind of just kept them in the back of my mind and to myself. Then the other night, we got home around the same time. And I saw the most gorgeous girl under your arm as you led her into your apartment. I didn't mean to look, again it's none of my business, but as I walked by your window...I got my confirmation. I saw your teeth turn into fangs. I saw the tantalizing stare she had as she looked into your eyes, the gaze she held as she ripped off her clothes. I will say that I left before things got crazy, but as I said I got my confirmation.

Allow me to be blunt again. I want in. I'm not the happiest with my life, I don't hate it, but it certainly isn't going in the route I had intended. Do you turn other guy's into vampires? If not can you recommend someone who will? Just thought I'd ask.

Yours Truly, Herbert Higgins

His pale, polished skin stood out from the shadowy scenery of the alley. He clung on to the youthful young woman, one arm around her waistline and with his alternative palm on her chin, had her neck exposed, displaying the two massive veins like a lavish feast.

“Is this what you want!?” “Is this what you seek?” “This curse, this lust!?” His tone was assertive yet gentle and somehow vigorous at the same time.

The suppressed melody coming from the back exit of the night club occupied the silence. I did not know what to say. I suppose I hadn’t considered the slaughtering.

“No, you have not.” The Vampire acknowledged.

He’s in my head. I realized.

“I am.” He returned.

His eyes went black as I shook. Why was I so fearful? This is what I craved.

His tantalizing fangs extended as he lifted his head back and snapped forward like a mousetrap. His black eyes never breaking contact with my own.

The young woman's bright blue eyes widened, she squirmed. What was hardly fifteen seconds seem to creep. I could see her soul drift away as she sought to cling to this world. Just like that, she was emptied. Her torso released by the Vampire. Hitting the ground with a thump. Being on beat with the suppressed melody.

“You wish these to be yours?” He smiled with his now blood painted fangs. “If you require them. You can have them.”

My body tensed up, and now I was on the welcoming end of his bite. My neck was out for all to observe, my soon-to-be deceased eyes matched with the young woman's as she lay down there lifeless. Still such blue eyes. Even more beautiful in death it seemed. Complete darkness arrived, then suddenly complete freedom.

The world is cold. Well, at least this cell is. There’s no one here. Not a single soul, besides me. I can’t even telI if I have one anymore. I’ve been here for about a week, but who knows it could have been months. There’s no light down here just dirt and a chain that connects me to the wall. The cell I’m in is a hole in the ground. There’s metal gates above me, the only way of ventilation. The person that placed me here is a man named Peter. He was my fiancé. I told him I couldn’t marry him after he murdered a child. He told me that was a bad idea and placed me here. I walked around the hole placing my hand on the dirt wall. During walking my circle my hand felt something warm and smooth. Like an actual wall. The handle was just at my fingertips. When I reached to pull it the chain tugged at my left ankle. I tried running to pull the chain out of the wall, but I only landed on my face and getting a mouthful of dirt. Screaming in frustration and my elbows bleeding, I just decided to sit down against the dirt wall. Hours of crying and yelling pasted. So I sat in the pitch black. Then as I was beginning to believe there was no hope, a piece of rope fell through the grate of the ceiling. Tantalizing me. There was something attached to it. I stood up to grab it. It was was a note, a candle, and box of matches in a basket. I lit a match and the candle. I tore open the letter. It read;

      My darling, 
At the stroke of midnight you will be mine. We will live together as one. 
                  Yours Truly.

The handle of the door started to creak. There was noise outside of the door. It sounded like metal clanging together. Keys. There was a low growl. Then the door flung open. The candle almost went out, but the flicker of light showed white glowing fangs. And then it went out. It’s paws scrape the ground as it walks towards me. Breathing deeply each step. A deep low growl escapes it’s mouth and I can feel the heat of its breath as it exhales. He’s here. He’s coming to get me. A dark figure near the area of the door comes closer to me. He has something in his hands. Something big. Is he going to bash my head and let the dog finish me? No, it was a bouquet of roses. “Come on my dear, for I am truly yours.” He said to me, with the dog close at his heels. I knew I had to go with him, it’s either death or life as a prisoner to him. I stood up brushed my legs off and walked towards him. He bend down lit the candle and unlocked my chains. He grabbed the candle and my hand and smiled. I could feel hot tears running down my face. We walked out of the hole with the dog close behind. As I left the hole I thought I would’ve been safer in there and at least I would know how I would die, but now walking with a murderer I didn’t know how I would. Maybe he would be the one to slice my throat when we cut the cake. They always said getting married is getting hand cuffed to your partner and you better choose wisely. But as we were walking with the dog growling right behind me, I realized I would be his prisoner until I die.

Morning was breaking and sun poured into the window of her childhood bedroom. Across the thread bare quilt at their feet, she traced the brightest ray with her foot. It led a blazing path right to the muscular arms of an alien jutting out from the soft sheets. The light continued on across his face, to his head, across the pillow. It glimmered off his exposed opalescent skin in a way that she was quite sure humanity had no words to describe. It was tantalizing. Like the glint of gold or the shimmer of precious stones. Not garish, but still opulent.

As haunting as an alien in a girl’s bed might be for some, this was more than just an alien. This is the man who spent the night leaving her breathless and wanting for more. She had never been in love, but she had lusted for another man before. What she felt for Ori was past the point of lust. But was it love? Did it matter?

She took in the subtle details of her room, of him, of the moment. She erected a shrine of it in her mind and knew she would be retreating there often. The warmth of the sun and the feeling of his body naked and prone beside her would be enough to heat her on cold nights in orbit.

Ori started coming back to life before her. He stretched, almost cat like, and she watched as his yawn exposed canine teeth that were more like fangs than teeth. She wondered how he had been so deep inside her last night, and yet she managed so escape without so much as a scratch. Well, not a scratch there at least. Finally, his grey eyes opened and he smiled. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen him smile before. He breathed in deeply as he ran his hand over the curve of her hip beneath the quilts.

“This scent of yours,” he started in a gravelly morning tone, “I am never going to be able to shake it.”

“Mmm is that so?”

“If you’re not careful, I will lick you dry some day.”

“You can try,” Leonora teased him as she left the bed and sauntered naked right out of the room.

For a brief moment, he took in the sight of her as she left. The sway of her hips, the dimples of her back, the way her hair fell along her spine. He reveled in the marks he left on her ass the night before. He raised an eyebrow at the thought of what he would do to her next. Quilts flew as he pursued her. The glow of his scales matched the morning sun.