A Vampires Kiss

reeferchief · November 2006

"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 · November 2006

very nice...

bluejourneyman · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · November 2006

Thanks Pickupyourwill, glad you enjoyed them.

reeferchief · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · November 2006

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 · February 2007

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 · February 2007

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 · February 2007

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 · February 2007

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 · February 2007

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 · June 2007

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 · June 2007

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 · August 2007

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.

A Vampires Kiss

Comments

Categories