one of my few non-vampiric prose pieces, but one of my favorites.  |
To Sir, With Love
the vampire memoirs
The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.1PrologueThe Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.1
You and I have never met. I can promise you this with utmost assurance, for if we had brushed paths, you would not recall the experience or would not have lived to make it this far, sitting in your favorite chair with this book in your hands, the perfect picture of ease and comfort. As such, allow me to introduce myself to you.
My name is Peter Dawes and I am a vampire.
The admission must stir a response. After all, how many times do you have somebody tell you that in such a candid and lucid manner? If you gazed upon me, it might make sense, and as we spoke, you would realize something was diffe
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The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.2“He who fights monsters should look into it that he himself does not become a monster. When you gaze long into the Abyss, the Abyss also gazes into you.”The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.2
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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Chapter One
I cannot recall what caused the clarion bell to sound alarms through my psyche, but at once, it was as though the haze shrouding the world around me began to lift. Time froze and for a moment, an epiphany struck in all its horrible glory.
I had completely and utterly screwed up.
Blood covered my hands. I gazed down at the knife I held, both staring a
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The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.3Chapter TwoThe Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.3
A voice resonated through the blackness, stretching itself toward my ears as though through a long corridor. At first, I could not make out what it said; its cadence was dream-like and still far too distant. Within moments, however, it gained volume and purpose.
"Peter, dear," she said. "It's time for you to wake up."
I struggled to ignore her evocations, but they continued, drawing me out from my slumber. Resisting with all my might, I twisted my thoughts away from the woman calling me and back into the void of nothingness. I already knew something was different. I didn't want to face it; no
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The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.4Chapter ThreeThe Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.4
The taste of blood far sweeter than I could have ever imagined, it remained on the tip of my tongue as though taking up residence there. The lasting memory of the woman from whom I drank burned upon my soul as an everlasting tribute, the experience without parallel, although, truth be known, I did not have much with which I could compare it. Regardless of how hard I tried, I still did not recall who this man named Peter had been prior to waking.
The fleeting recollection of Lydia remained the sole concept I possessed of who I was, and even that painted a grim picture. I saw myself crying toward the nigh
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maestro victor
Rhythm and BondsYou and I creatures of a similar vein different yet like pieces of a puzzle.Rhythm and Bonds
Together we are more than we are apart. Blood to blood tasting you is a slice of heaven
Loving you finding completion in knowing you love me back as I discover myself, redefine myself through your eyes.
I can hardly remember a time without you. Heart to heart with you I feel the pulse of the cosmos
Teaching you being taught volumes in return droplets of wisdom embracing possibilities, together the world stands still.
Inspirati
by *VictorMason
The Immortal Gift - Pt 1.1It was night. The weather was warm since it was summer and the heat of the day lingered for a few hours after sunset. The temperature was just beginning to dip, marking the dawn as a few more hours off still but close enough that it was beginning to be an ever present thought in my mind.The Immortal Gift - Pt 1.1
We were about five kilometers out from the nest, at the bank of a stream that led to two very opposing routes. North, into a city, and south, towards the farmlands. I had no way of knowing precisely which way the girls would have chosen.
"Goddammit, where the fuck are they? Crazy whores." I frowned and turned back to regar
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Visiting LondonWalking through streets familiar and yet not, I have only a very faint sense nostaligia for the city where I grew up as a mortal. I had been born in 1582, before the first English colony was ever established on what would one day be American soil. The world was harsh, cruel, and the city even more so. It was crowded, noisy, and in most places smelled worse than a rotting corpse. But it had been home.Visiting London
There are quite a few sights that are hallmarks for visits. One is of course the London Bridge, so different now then when I was alive but still a staple of the city. I had resided, like most people, in the part of London north of th
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vampire poetry
Alphabetical Immortal Desiresassassin’s bloodlust catharsis. deadly evenings, forgoing guilt. he immediately justifies killing ladies, men; none obliging. penetration quest; red spilling, tumbling. underscoring vampiric wickedness. xenophilia, your zenith.Alphabetical Immortal Desires
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The Streets of Kilkennyan irish gent with eyes of blue strolled down through kilkenny. a solemn man with dreams abroad, somewhere beyond the seaThe Streets of Kilkenny
an intellect without compare, humble, astute, and wise, yes there were lands abroad somewhere behind his sapphire eyes.
there came the day when irish hills, their landscapes verdant green, could not enchant the irish lad from where he longed to be.
his pockets empty, money spent, just making ends complete. he’d taste his death, a half-lived life, without his grand retreat
but fate brushed shoulde
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Behold the Devil...as red seeps down, in rivulets, it forms a pool of decadence. the fallen, in the night, attacks. behold the devil dressed in black.Behold the Devil...
his winter coat comprised of fear, he smites them all, each you hold dear; each one a voice upon the stack. behold the devil dressed in black.
their lives are forfeit, only death will rid of us of this soul bereft of love, compassion; all he lacks. behold the devil dressed in black.
until the demons claim his soul; until the fires consume him whole, beware and show this man no slack. behold the devil dre
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Newest
The Eleventh Hour - Pt. 2Mitchell Livingston had been born during a time when the abacus still defined the technology of modern computing, in an era before cars and trains dotted the landscape of the country he was raised in. His short, black hair slicked back with a widow's peak perched atop his forehead, he appeared to be the consummation of Count Dracula himself, sharp fangs slumbering in a sea of white. His dark, cunning eyes could cut through men with the simplest of scowls. Nobody liked to anger Mitch. The results often proved fatal.The Eleventh Hour - Pt. 2
The evening started as most did for him. After a shower and a fresh change of clothing, his fingers raked through th
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The Eleventh HourThe black, polished shoes produced a perfect squeak as they shuffled down the corridor, a single sound bouncing from one wall to the next in the empty thoroughfare. Where ordinarily, there would be scores of people walking this way and that, headed to the various departments of these hallowed halls, tonight was different. The body of people typically assembled were already in a meeting room, sweating over coffee and cigarettes and Mark Johansen was running late.The Eleventh Hour
In their long history, the Supernatural Order had faced world-ending situations before. The splintering of bloodlines which formed the vampire faction they hunted in the
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Musings of the Heartunfolding my heart like the petals of a rose in bloom, i call to you in darkness and see you in the light.Musings of the Heart
you, the fire burning through my veins; the pulse within which beats with sound and fury each time we are together.
i cherish you, my lover. far beyond the scope of seas, depths of fathoms, stretching for miles.
i need you more than mortal lungs need breath and hold onto you, desperate never wishing to let go.
why do the stars appear that much brighter when we walk underneath their celestial canopy
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The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.13Eyes Open -----The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.13
"The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend." - Henri Bergson
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Chapter Twelve
Smoke wafted from my cigarette, drifting toward the night sky before dissipating in the breeze. My eyes fixed on the house in front of me, I lingered in the trees, studying what appeared to be a one-story shack while pitying whatever creature had to inhabit it for longer than ten minutes. It made perfect sense to me, at the time, that she was not home. I wished to be anywhere but there myself.
A quick glance heavenward revealed the time to be about te
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The Mask of Vengeancemeant to confound the wiles of the devil snakes who slither, whispering wicked tales in willing ears.The Mask of Vengeance
allow me to introduce you to the darker side of me.
i will consume you.
not content until the poison you attempt to shoot into the veins of the ignorant infects your veins and you are screaming out for mercy.
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by *Eloquent-Weapon
what structure. this is the type of poem which should turn more heads because of the way you executed it, from the form you established...
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- Interests: swordplay, martial arts, and all things vampiric.
- Favourite movie: fight club, last of the samurai, american psycho, the dark knight, bourne identity, casino royale
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