Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Horla by Guy de Maupassant free vampire horror short story



The Horla by Guy de Maupassant is an early vampire story by one of the great writers of all time. The story focuses on the difficulty a man has in accepting the existence of the vampire and the devastation caused by the the creature. Contrary to the current acceptance of the existence of the vampire by so many, during the 19th century almost all people didn't believe in vampires. Too bad.

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Thursday, June 3, 2010

Unholy Embrace vampire novel by Neil Benson - seduced by a vampire

Frank learns that an alpha female vampire is in charge when it comes to sex.

“May I look through your library?” she asked, examining my bookcases.

“Sure.” I was uneasy with her tendency to ask permission after the fact.

She looked at the titles for several minutes then pulled out Dr. Bova’s book on immortality and extending life. “Immortal life holds a fascination for you,” she said. “You’ll find living a long time doesn’t bring the answers to the questions you seek.”

“Am I to assume you know that from personal experience?”

She put her finger under my chin and kissed me on the lips. “I’ve seen the passing of more seasons then you could ever imagine. Perhaps, if I like you, I’ll tell you about them.”

“That would be interesting.” I'm being seduced by a vampire. Am I out of my freaking mind?

“Hush,” Nessa said, as if she could hear my thoughts. She brushed my cheek with her fingertips, pressed her lips to mine, and parted them with her tongue.

“Come.” She led me to my bedroom

http://www.amazon.com/Unholy-Embrace-Neil-Benson/dp/0982679505/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1274835629&sr=1-2

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Italian 'vampire' discovered in Venice


Researchers in Italy believe that they have found a female 'vampire' buried with a brick between her jaws to stop her feeding on the victims of a plague which hit Venice in the 16th century.

University of Florence anthropologist Matteo Borrini said the discovery demonstrated the medieval belief that the creatures were behind the spread of mass pestilence. "This is the first time that archaeology has succeeded in reconstructing the ritual of exorcism of a vampire. This helps...authenticate how the myth of vampires was born."

According to The Daily Telegraph, the skeleton was found in a mass grave from the plague of 1576. A belief in vampires began because the decomposition of corpses was not fully understood, Borrini said. Gravdiggers reopening mass graves would come across bloated corpses with blood seeping from their mouths and believe them to still be alive, thinking that their decayed shrouds had actually been eaten.

"To kill the vampire you had to remove the shroud from its mouth, which was its food like the milk of a child, and put something uneatable in there. It's possible that other corpses have been found with bricks in their mouths, but this is the first time the ritual has been recognised," Borrini said.



Monday, May 31, 2010

Undead Embrace - vampire poem by Neil Benson



Whenever I run,
wherever I hide,
your dark presence finds me.

It fills me with fear.
It fills me with joy.
I try to resist you,
but my will always fails me.



I am drawn back to you,
across distance and time.
Memories of pleasures,
no mortal could imagine.
Feelings of pain,
no mortal could endure.

My resistance is fading,
closer I come.
Your dark Castle in front of me,
where you've lived for all time.

I go to your chamber,
to submit to your will.
Your perfect face before me,
a goddess of death.




Your pale white lips,
and dark blue eyes,
draw me to your netherworld.
Your mind caresses my cheek,
and strokes my body,
until I am aflame.

Closer you come,
and I show you my neck,
Ecstasy overwhelms me,

Unholy Embrace a vampire novel by Neil Benson - in the eyes of a vampire

A mortal, Frank, enters a wannabe vampire bar in Manhattan and finds himself scrutinized by a beautiful real vampire.

“You're not an overgrown boy or a self-styled stud eager to add me to his sexual trophy case.”

“You can tell that just by looking at me?”

“That and much more.” “Okay, tell me what you know.” Her gaze caught mine as I issued the challenge.

“You're an architect in his mid-thirties who would rather be a painter,” she said without hesitation. She leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers, her bright green eyes studying my every move.

“How do you know that?” Was she a mind reader or something?“There are traces of light green ocher paint under the nails of your index and middle fingers on your right hand.” I couldn't see anything, even when I held my nails under a light.

“I have excellent vision, especially at night.”

“There's nothing there to see,” I said.

“You failed to wash off all the ocher and pale yellow egg tempera paint you used.” She licked her lips.

Nessa had just described the colors I had been working with earlier in the evening. “I don't know how you guessed what I was using, but there's no way anyone could see the paint in this dim light.”

“A vampire could.” She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and showing the tips of sharp pointed fangs.

“Are those real?” I asked in a voice barely a croak. My heart beat faster and the hairs on the nape of my neck stood up.

http://www.amazon.com/Unholy-Embrace-Neil-Benson/dp/0982679505/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1274835629&sr=1-2