Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Corpse of the Blood Drinker by P'ou Song-lin

The Corpse of the Blood Drinker by P'ou Song-lin is a story about an unwelcome visitor who comes at night. The style of the story is quite different than ones we are accustomed to from the West . I encourage you to indulge yourself. Who knows what pleasures may be obtained in new circumstances?

Ligeia by Edgar Allen Poe - free vampire short story

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Unholy Embrace a Vampire Novel - The "horrific" vampire by Nessa Harcanu 400 year-old vampire

In the vampire novel, Unholy Embrace, the vampire that turned me is described as a horrible looking creature whose facial features bear little resemblance to humanity. While some movies and books have depict vampires as strange looking creatures, this cannot be possible. Vampires are made from humans; therefore, they must look like humans. However, there is an exception. This relates to the stories of the "Pure Bloods," which are thousands of years old.

Much material points to Lilith, Adam's first wife, as the source for vampires. According to a number of sources, Lilith was made the first wife of Adam. These sources claim that Lilith was fashioned from the earth at either the same time as Adam, or before Adam. This made Lilith Adam's equal. Lilith refused to lie on her back while Adam took the dominant position in sex (missionary style). Lilith believed they should make love as equals. Adam was against this, wanting his wife to be submissive, and Lilith left the Garden of Eden rather than comply.
Adam complained to God, who allegedly sent Angels to talk to Lilith telling her to comply. It is reported she refused, and as a result, the Angels killed her children. Lilith sought revenge by taking the form of a serpent who seduced Eve to eat the fruit of knowledge. When Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden, Adam endured a period of celibacy as penance. During this time, Lilith was reported to have caused nocturnal emissions from Adam. She collected his semen and impregnated herself with it, giving birth to demons. These children of Lilith called Lilin or Lilim, "night-demons," or the modern term, vampires.
It is my strong belief, that in some fashion, Lilith became the mother of the first vampires, referred to as Pure Bloods, a term found in Ancient Babylonian Tablets. I have not been able to find any sources explaining why Lilith's progeny developed horrible, nonhuman appearances.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Bitten by a Toxic Vampire by Neil Benson - free vampire short story

Several weeks ago, I wrote about my confrontation with a so-called psychic vampire while I was sitting in my neighborhood pub. After an initial onslaught, I was able to defend myself and eventually humiliated the strange man. Since then, I have received several threatening letters by other persons calling them psychic vampires, but nothing has transpired.

Four nights ago, I was leaving my neighborhood pub when I was confronted by a small, hag-like elderly woman, barely five feet tall. She looked like a witch out of a bad fairy tale. Her long, gray hair was uncombed, and a beaklike nose dominated her face. What concerned me the most, as she stood before me, were her pulsating, glowing eyes which bored into mine, giving me an instant, excruciating headache.
When I tried to step around her, she blocked my path.

"Get out of my way" I said as I reached out with my left hand to move her out of my way.

"You'll pay for humiliating my friend," she said. She leapt up and bit me in the neck.

I felt a sharp stinging sensation as two fangs pierced my neck. I put my hands around her throat and threw her to the ground.

"You'll suffer now," she said, and ran away with more speed than a young sprinter.

When I touched the side of my neck, I felt a red-hot, four inch-wide welt. I staggered a few steps, but by then other people from the pub had been alerted to the commotion. My drinking buddy, Eddie Earnhardt, took me by my arm and drove me to the nearby emergency room.

By the time the doctors examined me, I was feverish and disoriented.

In half-hour later, another doctor approached me.

"I'm Dr. Beauregard Johnston," he said. "They've called me in because I have considerable experience in treating poisonous bites, including human ones.

I'm not sure this was a human bite," I said.

"What you mean?" he asked. Through my blurry eyes, I saw him staring at me intently, trying to make sense of what I had just told him.

"You wouldn't believe. I have an acquaintance in Europe I would like you to talk to. I believe he may be of help."

"If you think he can help, I'd be glad to talk to him," the doctors said.

I took my cell phone out and called Mr. Radescu, the vampire I had met in Bucharest. Fortunately, I had stored his number in my contact file. It was 11 p.m. in Bucharest. After several rings, I heard a deep, mellifluous voice.

"How can I help you?" he asked.

"How did you know I needed help?"

He chuckled. It is unlikely you called me just for a social chat."

"I was attacked and bitten by a small, witch-like woman."

"Did her fangs pierce your neck?"


"That is most unfortunate," he said. Where are you?"

"I'm in a hospital emergency room."

"Let me talk to the doctor."

"Dr. Johnson, my friend in Romania would like to talk to you." I handed him the phone.

"Hello, this is Dr. Johnson. Who am I speaking with?" Dr. Johnson nodded several times as he listened to Mr. Radescu. At one point he asked, "Wolfsbane?" Then he listened some more. Finally, he said, "I'll do as you say."

He returned my phone and shook his head. "I'm not sure what to make of this. However, your friend assures me the only way to cure you is to apply a poultice of something called wolfsbane to the puncture marks on your neck. I don't believe in this vampire nonsense, but I will do what is necessary to help you. Mr. Radescu said he would contact someone in South Carolina who would deliver the wolfsbane to us within the hour."

That was the last thing I remembered before I passed out. Two days later, I awoke in a hospital bed. A nurse's aide was sitting by my bed, and when she saw me open my eyes, she jumped up and ran out of the room. A few minutes later, a nurse came in, checked my temperature, and took my blood pressure. Then she reached to the side of my neck and pulled off a foul smelling compress.

She smiled at me. "I'm glad to see you're still with us. Your temperature is normal and the swelling is greatly reduced."

I tried to speak, but couldn't because my throat was so dry. "Here's some water," she said, putting a container with a straw to my mouth.

I greedily imbibed the cool liquid. "What happened to me?"

"Two days ago, you passed out in the emergency room. Your fever rose to 105°. A package of leaves arrived, and they were put into the poultice that I just took off your neck."

"Thank you," I said. As I lay in bed, I realized I owed my life to a 300 year-old vampire 4000 miles away in Romania. I knew that one day I would have to repay this debt.

Unholy Embrace vampire novel - attacked by a white werewolf

The description of my fight with a female white werewolf in Neil Benson's pseudo-novel is largely accurate. She appeared to be some kind of mutation enables her to shift from human form the werewolf form and back again within a matter of minutes.

Nessa Harcanu

When I turned around, a tall, muscular, blond haired young woman stood between me and the door. Her large hands held a six-foot long round metal pipe with both ends capped by pieces of finely sharpened steel. Silver coated the last few inches on the tips. She had a feral look on her fine featured face. The way she held the pipe, and balanced on the balls of her feet, indicated her training as a martial artist. 
Nohuman, however skilled in the martial arts, could hope to take on a vampire, even when armed with a lethal weapon. When I examined her more closely, I saw the heavy covering of fine blonde hairs on her arms. She was a werewolf, requiring me to be more careful in fighting her.
When I took a step forward, she jabbed at me with the pipe, but not with the intent of stabbing me, but rather to test my reaction. I took another step, which gave her a chance to pierce my heart with the point of the pole. She jabbed at me, but before it reached my body, I grabbed it with both hands and snapped it towards the ceiling. She responded by snapping downwards on the pipe, breaking it in half. This caught me by surprise. The force of my own momentum carried my half of the pipe into the ceiling, almost jarring it from my hands leaving me defenseless for a moment...