It’s been many years since I stepped foot inside a church, yet, there I found myself standing in the aisle of St. Louis Cathedral with hundreds of others. My faith had always been deeply tied with my family, especially considering my father was a preacher while I was growing up. Later, under circumstances unknown to me, my father turned his back to his faith. One day he was up in the pulpit preaching hell-fire and brimsto...

It was early afternoon and she sat at her dresser. “Perhaps I have fallen a little,” thought the Goddess Adelaide as she traced the angle of his jaw on the sepia print before her with a blood red finger nail. His dark eyes were fixed on something far away and were thick with desire. “It’s not like me to be so fixated on one little plaything. And that’s all he is, a plaything, nothing more.” Adelaide caught her own reflect...

I never really planned on spending my last few hours on this fucked up planet in another pub, an empty .45 colt on the dark cherry wood of the bar, a half drunk bottle of whiskey shining in the dim light, five years sober down the can. The bartender had nearly pissed himself when I sauntered in. All right, it was more like stumbling in. Blame it on the holes leaking shiny red stuff all over the crisp Armani suit I’d stole...

Break the sod and shovel through the wormy loam Crack the casket lid and take my lover home Cut away the flesh and sinew, hack the bone Slap the slab and pierce the jigsaw till it's sewn * Search the hallowed ground, a stone, a memory Then dig for death, a corpse of one once dear to me  Fill the barrow, wheel away by raven night  Hobble down the cobbled road towards the light * Vaulted dank laboratory, black with bloody S...

(This is more like a build-up for chapter three, seeing as though I have neglected you guys, Chapter 3 will be here soon, I had intended it the be a really big chapter 2 but the would be over 5000 words... so it will this will be a little tease for my readers, Enjoy) Jakoda stared at the handwritten note on her dresser; Proof that the events last night had been real, her childhood friend was a Vampire. She had been seduce...

Jakoda ran though the bushes; the leaves and twigs scraping across her pale skin, small lines of Blood were running down her arms. Her attacker was getting closer, she could feel it.  Zig Zaging through the trees, she tripped spraining her ankle. She tried to get back up, but the pain shot her down again. She was trapped, with no way out. Less then a minute later, she heard the hurried footsteps of her attacker and she tu...

Whisper darkness caresses formless, surrounding, consuming fear trickling down heated skin falling into the abyss. Arctic touch like steel strong and cold and dark falling silk off prickled flesh curving my body into your love. Eyes closed, flesh burning naked soft and vulnerable a single stinging prick red on white, I am yours. Slowly parting, red, glistening firm, gentle, and soft warmth runs down my skin soft red lips...

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...