My Vampire's Aura - a dark poem by Neil Benson

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My Vampire's Aura

My free will is gone;

your aura commands me.

You draw me each night,

to ecstasy and pain.

You show me your beauty,

but I know it's not real.

Your beautiful face

masks a soul so dark.

After the pleasure,

you draw my life's blood.

You keep me alive

til' you need me no more.

The weaker I become,

                                                         the greater your pleasure.

                                                        My time is not long,

                                                       lest you make me undead.

                                                          Your promises are hollow;

                                                            I am one of many.

                                                          Bodies strewn through time,

                                                        discarded like waste.

                                                           Tonight will be special.

                                                            I have a treat for you.

                                                           The bright, silver dagger,

                                                            I found in your dresser.

                                                          When you take me in your arms,

                                                         I will end your undead being.

                                                     My life is spent,

                                                        but others will be spared

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Adventures of the Sussex Vampire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle -free vampire short story

In the Adventures of the Sussex Vampire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,  Sherlock Holmes, the world's most famous detective, confronts a vampire. Or is it a vampire?  Read it and find out what happens.

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Unholy Embrace - novel - a mortal man meets 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.

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“I have excellent vision, especially at night.”

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

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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.”

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“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. 

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