A Vampires Kiss

reeferchief

"I've come to make you immortal"
she whispered in my ear
before gently kissing on my neck,
extra senses will arise
sucking slowley on my tender skin,
making me feel aroused
senses heighten
as I feel so emancipated in this moment
your passion embroiles me,
captivating my soul in an instant
my fire is lit
and I feel free
from my sociological cage,
released into a new dimension
and way of life
away from the normal,
embracing the new horizon
A thousand adventures with you.

Karas

very nice...

bluejourneyman

The master appears
Raged with jealousy
He thrusts his death
Fangs into the child
Destined for immortality
Plunging him into an
Utter darkness-
Like no other felt
Mortal nor Immortal
Lost forever in utter
Destruction-
A pain like no other

catefrances

he returned to her
the evidence of what he had done
dripping from his fangs.
his eyes blazed in triumph
"i did this for you," he said.
she struck out grasping his throat
"you did it for yourself," she spat.
her unbeating heart frozen with fury
the darkness he felt
was the light going out within her
she turned her back on him
he never saw the sadness
etched upon her face.

reeferchief

It's all how we decipher the fantasy,
do we develop it in to a metaphore?
or allow it to fester into a nightmare,
individuality and past experience
determines our reaction
how mature are we?
can we cope with the residue we see
is it possible for our patience
and our trust to protect us
after all it was our own actions
what created this situation,
the mirror holds the answer to the problem.

catefrances

the mirror has two faces
but sometimes reflects none
at times we are so blinded
we don't see there's no race to be won
the hurt we feel unintended
truth stripped to the bone
the ache projected outwards
onto those we love
there's nothing i can say
to take the pain away
the one thing that you want
is one thing i shouldn't have to do
you say it's my decision
yet you'll punish me when it's done
in this mortal life my heartlight dies
just like the setting sun

reeferchief

The vampire does not reflect
it is a creature of instinct
but in time learns the error of his ways
and becomes wiser as night turns to day
A creature of mystery
in time instinct turns to intellect
the memorys of a thousand adventures
bare their scar's and wounds.

pickupyourwill

bluejourneyman wrote:

The master appears
Raged with jealousy
He thrusts his death
Fangs into the child
Destined for immortality
Plunging him into an
Utter darkness-
Like no other felt
Mortal nor Immortal
Lost forever in utter
Destruction-
A pain like no other

wow, the imagery in this whole thread is pretty graphic, but this post in particular reminds me of the movie Interview With a Vampire---haven't seen that one in years.

i thought all these posts were really good. You all write very well. Nice job to all.

bluejourneyman

Dracula laughs at
Their ignorance
You speak of maturity
While he hold your still
Beating heart in his hand
Holding it up to a God
Who has given Dracula
An immortal punishment
He laughs aloud
Devouring “The naive
youth of intellectual
Quotes” heart.
Turning to his bride
He walks towards her
She will not face him
He plunges her into
Eternal darkness also
He is the power to make
Live or die
Maturity would not have
Entered the masters castle
In the first fucking place

reeferchief

Thanks Pickupyourwill, glad you enjoyed them.

reeferchief

The vampire travelled, but found no escape
trapped eternally, he adapted to his situation
he learned to accept that for all he was immortal
there was boundaries to his depths
his heart long since frozen, his soul was decrepit
but in his mind he still knew right from wrong
and the tightrope it was to tread.

bluejourneyman

Being that Dracula is the master of his domain. There is no right or wrong, there is only right as he sees it. Moreover, he calls all the shots in his immortal domain. He is the master, he is the royal chosen one he makes all the rules,
if others resist they die/ no more to experience his immortal gift.

catefrances

bluejourneyman wrote:

Being that Dracula is the master of his domain. There is no right or wrong, there is only right as he sees it. Moreover, he calls all the shots in his immortal domain. He is the master, he is the royal chosen one he makes all the rules,
if others resist they die/ no more to experience his immortal gift.

immortality is not a gift. to watch all those around you die and not ahve that that comfort. vampires are not givers of some immortal life. vampires are destroyers of life. their so called life is one of eternal damnation. nothing more.
dracula is not the master of his domain. he has no domain. the rules of his existence are not his to govern. he is trapped. he has nothing to give but death.

catefrances

he left her for dead
never stopped to see the job done
she awoke atop a pile of bones, discarded
as the anger surged through her
she rose to her full height
and condemned his name to heaven, to hell
and to those who would just as soon
plunge a dagger into her heart
did he think he could get away with this?
did he think this was over?
it will never be over.
she recalls his charge of ignorance
of a betrayal so scarring he'd kill for it
but where is he now?
as he cowers to lick his wounds
she gains in strength
the blood that coarses through her veins
burns the memories for all eternity
she damns his God day by day
sacrifices all she felt for the cracks
that let the brief light through
the darkness shrouds her mind
and one day soon a word will spark
but it will be too late for him
he will look upon her and realise
his misjudgement is complete
the scars he left are what hold her together
and she thrives for another
and it will not be him.

reeferchief

The creature set of into the night
somewhere between human and animal
looking for food, pray to seduce
It was'nt always the neccesity he craved
but the game of pursuit and capture involved
for he did'nt always straight out attack
he liked to romance them lure them to his charm
he liked them to open their arms and embrace him
give him access and let him enter every crevis
of their body's before taking what he needed
it was'nt just survival that drove him
but the pursuit of his sport, his pastime and hobby.

catefrances

he thought of her
and what she had become
she was more than he bargained for
and it made him weak
he watched her as she moved
as she hunted and as she seduced another
it filled him with fury
and yet as she got closer to her prey
he had to admit there was a beauty to her he'd not seen before
she knew what she wanted
and she didn't deviate
her single mindedness was far greater than his
and her quest for the other became his jealousy
he confronted her
she stood her ground until he wore her down
she would give him what he asked
and then in his final triumph
he took it all from her by force

reeferchief

Thrust in to the darkness,
emerging from the fog
his empty soul it rumbles
upon another piece of pray,
a young lady stands gazing
curious by the tall stranger
transfixed by his pressence
as he walks up to her face
she is confused as to why
she stands so still as if she
were frozen to his charms
this is no normal stranger
she thought to herself
with what little thought
other than him she was capable of
he spoke to her telepathicaly
she could hear his thoughts
filling her head
thoughts of seduction,
of her legs all spread
of him entering her, in unison
entwined in such passion filled
embrace, take me she gasped
as he kissed her lips, her juices flowed
she was almost in orgasm
as his fangs sunk deep in her neck
he knew how he'd made her feel
and this gave him some pleasure
as he stole her soul and heart forever.

catefrances

she gasped as her eyes opened
feelingthe adrenalin rush through her body
she could still sense him
he had made a kill
it was his mistake allowing her to live
and he would pay dearly for it
she ran her hand over her body
imagining him with his prey
she could feel his touch
and the energy that flowed from him
she knew what it was like to be taken
and she envied the girl
she wondered if this child was her replacement
did he care so little that he could not feel her presence
or did he care too much and choose block it out
whichever it was it would be his undoing
she rose from her resting place
and walking out into the night
she left her prey discarded,
tangled in his sheets.

catefrances

she travelled far
always looking
always sensing
sometimes she just missed him
othertimes she watched him as he fled her
she was amused by him now
how his fear of her overtook his life
she remembers waiting for him
how his movement abruptly stopped when he smelt her presence
she spoke to him so only he could hear
she told him he had nothing to fear from her
he thought she was lying
but somehow it made no difference to him
he approached with minimal caution
he tried to exact a promise from her
but he should have known better
she didnt promise
she never had, not to anyone
as she laid her hand upon his cold white skin he knew
he would never be free
he thought he was the master
turns out he was mistaken
he had misjudged her strength because of his ego
he opened his mouth to ask a question
she silenced him already knowing the words he was about to speak
she told him it was not his concern
that it never was and his lack of faith in her was his undoing
she ran her nail along his soft skin and watched as a red ribbon appeared
as she lifted his arm to her lips, her eyes never left his
she sank her teeth into his flesh with the intent to hurt him
she would make him pay for his indiscretion
but how much not even she knew ...yet.

chadwick

catefrances wrote:

immortality is not a gift. to watch all those around you die and not ahve that that comfort. vampires are not givers of some immortal life. vampires are destroyers of life. their so called life is one of eternal damnation. nothing more.
dracula is not the master of his domain. he has no domain. the rules of his existence are not his to govern. he is trapped. he has nothing to give but death.

that is nicely done cate.
the whole describing thingy on the whole vampire bit.
youre dead on target.

catefrances

she stood high above the sea
the ruins of an abbey behind her
nothing but a gale at her face
he watched her as she defied the elements
she laughed and he knew what she was thinking of
another had caught her imagination
he knew she would not let go until both were spent
so many times he had wanted to approach her
and so many times something held him back
he knew what it was but he didnt want to admit it
to himself, but especially to her
surely he had to know she already knew
her senses were too keen for her to miss it
his dilemma had become her pleasure, momentarily
now it became her torment, but he wasn't to know that
as black clouds rolled in from the sea she turned
her skin glowed and her eyes grew wild
she stared straight at him and he felt her deep within him
she beckoned him with no words that could be heard
he answered her in kind but she refused to listen
he was lying to her and worse he was lying to himself
otherwise why was he here?
she sighed and started towards him
when she lay her cold hand against his skin he fell into her
and she was pleased.

#X.

I like this. It brings up a good image of an anne rice type of vampire. Erotic i think is the word. #X.

reeferchief

Immortal in the shadows
he cursed himself once again
as he denied himself of the
beautiful blood he yearned for.
He locked himself away
imprisoned by his own actions
and going senial from his pain
cast away from his hearts creation
with just himself to blame.

catefrances

she could feel the torment within him
as she pressed her lips to his
she vowed to take all the pain away
drawing him closer to her
she was pleased as he instinctly moulded his body to hers
his hand resting on the back of her neck
she whispered in his ear to let himself go
to be with her, to become part of her
he hesitated, only slightly, but she felt it
she felt everything he felt
even when they were miles apart she felt him
she asked him what he wanted
was he here because he couldn't let go
when she sensed him about to answer she hushed him
she assured him that she already had the answer she required
she was strong but sometimes her heart got the better of her and it made her weak
she did not like those times
she needed strength around her
whether it be mortal or immortal blood she sought, it had to be strong
she looked deep into his eyes and gently ran her finger down his cheek
she chose this place with purpose
it was a common love of there's
the ruins of the abbey behind him she hoped would remind him that nothing can last for ever
and time does not stand still
she did not want lose him because he was afraid of what he didn't know
she kissed him just once more and left him alone with his thoughts.

catefrances

as she walked away she was glad he could not see her face
the tears she cried were ruby red
she allowed them to fall, staining her dress
her heart had never felt so heavy
but she knew it needed to be done
she just couldn't do it anymore
she couldn't tell him with anymore conviction than she already had, how she felt
he knew
he had always known
as the weeks passed she craved him even more
it didnt matter to her how many kills she made
or how many men she allowed to touch her
for her there was only one
and she was angry at herself for allowing him such closeness
she knew he wasn't hers to have but still he kept coming
what was she to do? ignore him?
that was hardly her style
to send him back to some place he was unsure of?
while he stood before her it was not something she could bare to do
so she exiled herself
put as much distance between them as she could
she distracted herself with others but it was not the same
they were merely playthings to her, hardly worth her effort really
but still he was there with her
he was the one
he had the strength
she believed he was what was best for her
mortal or immortal she was certain he was the one
his presence within her head mocked her and she grew angry
she levelled her gaze at the man on her bed
the feeling that overwhelmed her was one of pure destruction
she went to him
caressed him, made love to him, showed him a way he had never dreamed of
by morning when she left her chamber he was a bloodless carapace

catefrances

the power that surged through her was so destructive she knew she'd have to use all her strength to deny it.
when she found the note left so discreetly at her door she knew
but still she had to read it
she dropped to the floor in such agony she wanted to destroy the world
but she understood
she understood him so well it was why she was drawn to him in the first place
she knew he tried so hard to resolve the turmoil within himself
and she knew it could really only ever end up one way
but it made it no easier to take
he had his duty and she had lost him to it
he was gone and he wasn't ever coming back
she tried to calm herself because she knew now was not the time to lose control
she thought of the body she'd just left and wondered how many more it would take before she found peace
oh god! if only a poisoned dagger were in her hand, she would use it with no remorse
asa creature immortal she should be above such human defects
she made her way to the abbey on the hill
she closed her eyes as his name escaped her lips as a dying breath
and it was there she stayed until she'd wept herself dry

catefrances

she doesn't know how long she stayed in the ruins
the sky she woke to was grey and laden with storm clouds
she stood and sensed someone close by but she could see nothing
she quietened her heart and breath and listened
she felt them stop as she had done
she smiled. a worthy adversary or something more?
she hoped it was more. she liked more. she enjoyed the dance.
her thoughts turned elsewhere momentarily and she shook them from her head
she could not afford to go back there again
it grieved her too much to even contemplate having him any less than his whole being
she did not like to share
she vowed she would use more caution next time
she doubted she could keep this promise to herself
if the one she sought was willing and more than up to the task caution would be thrown to the winds
the depths of her longing and of her hate never failed to challenge her
she saw it as a gift. a tool to be used to strengthen herself.
she'd used it to bolster those around her when she let them near but she found it was not her place to do so.
through trial and error she learned that they had to find their place on their own
some returned to her and she was thrilled to receive them
but some, like the last one were beyond her
she thought of him often despite her need to let go
she missed him
they say she has no heart that beats
if that is so then why does it feel like it's breaking
she feels herself becoming angry
it is time to leave this coastal village,
this ancient land where she buried her heart.

catefrances

she woke with a start. but this time was different.
she felt a lightening within her and she knew he'd given his heart to another.
she was pleased. not to have lost him, but to know that he was beyond her.
she would not pursue him knowing her attempts would be futile.
she climbed from her bed quietly so as not to disturb the body beside her
she stood at the window watching the clouds gather
she closed her eyes and extended her arms
silently she spoke an incantation and bought the elements to her beckoning
the wind shook the window glass and she saw the waves crashing against the rocks.
no matter how hard she tried not to be, she was always drawn to the ocean.
she found comfort in it and its strength naturally drew her.
she remembered not so far back when they'd met inadvertantly
she asked after his health and was immediately and violently rebuffed
his display so shocked her she could do nothing but walk away speechless
she wanted to assure him she was no longer a threat but he was beyond listening
she understood his need to lash out at her
and now here she was commanding nature and wishing him the best for the rest of his life.
she turned back to the bed. the body stirred and she smiled to herself.

catefrances

he had been gone for months and she was fine with his absence
she had her thing. satiating her thirst with both lovers and prey.
she felt strong. but then she sensed him. she thought she was mistaken.
but she wasn't. she was never mistaken when it came to him.
she felt his presence everywhere she went. since she had known him, he had never left her thoughts.
he approached her and she did all she could to keep him at arm's length
he wanted to be friends. she laughed. that's all she ever wanted.
she knew as he didn't that she could be his friend without being his lover.
but he threw her away. even when he knew it was her he wanted.
it felt too out of his control, so he ran away.
she let him go because if he wouldnt stay on his own she wouldnt force him.
but she sensed something more. something deeper within him.
it took him a week to reveal his real intent.
he craved her and he couldn't be without her.
they stood face to face at the edge of some unseen precipice.
as she spoke she made sure he knew what he was getting into
she told him if he ran away again he could never come back. he remained silent.
how she wanted to reach out and caress his warm skin.
she rose to her full height and sighed deeply. she turned away.
the tears that came to her eyes, she couldnt stop.
she needed him to be so sure this time. she needed him to realise what was at stake.
he said he wanted her. she said they could get in all sorts of trouble.
she said she would not regret it and he said he would enjoy it.
was she really going to allow herself to do this again, with this man
was this the one whose strength she took for her own.
was this man the best thing for her.
she could feel the blood coarsing through her body
yes. yes. he was the one.
she would give him everything she had
and she would take everything she needed from him
reaching out she pulled him close
she kissed his lips, drawing a little blood
yes. this time he would not be allowed to leave.

catefrances

she woke up and the bed was empty beside her.
he had gone. again.
she sighed and thought back to all the words he had spoken to her.
he cant have just been playing with her
surely he wasnt fool enough to do that
climbing out of bed she went to the window
the sky was clear and the brightest blue she had ever seen. it made her cringe.
she turned back to the room and centred herself, trying to find him
but all she got was silence.
she couldnt sense him anywhere and she did not like that feeling
where could he have gone that he was out of her reach
she felt everything closing in on her and she did not like it at all
was she too hard on him, getting him to see exactly what he was getting himself into
no he already knew what was at stake.
she had always allowed him his room to sort his thoughts and feelings out
he had come to her[/I]. she hadnt pursued him.
his return was most unexpected. very welcome, but still it was the furthest thing from her mind.
her hunger started to gnaw at her. she couldnt hunt in the daylight
she'd have to wait until dusk
if he were here she could have fed off him. she smiled at that thought.
then she remembered. she was alone.

catefrances

it was time for her to move on
the words he spoke to her now meant nothing
he had made her feel like fool
she would not allow it to happen again
hunting in this seaside village always thrilled her
she felt safe here but now with him gone all she felt was hunger
she spied her quarry and waited for him to be alone
her footsteps on the cobbles could not be heard
she could hear his blood course through his body
it made her own heart beat loudly
they always smiled when she approached
and she was always appreciative of this dropping of their guard
they never suspected that a women could take so much from them
she easily put them at ease with her temporary acquiescence
but once she had them close enough, it was she who held every advantage
they came to her so willingly it was almost criminal
but she was breaking no laws. well no laws that she ever abided anyway.
this one was so sure of himself, but to her he wasn't even a mild challenge
maybe she had other things on her mind, but whatever it was, she was careless enough to allow him to strike her
after the fourth time she caught his arm and broke it behind his back
he screamed and called her names she allowed no man to call her
then he was hers and she left him where he lay
no blood no breath no life
he was nothing to her.