My Vampire's Aura a dark poem by Neil Benson

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

Unholy Embrace vampire novel by Neil Benson - a journey beneath the streets of Manhattan

Strange creatures lurk beneath the streets of Manhattan where Nessa takes Frank on their quest to find the demon. ***********

In a few minutes, a train wheeled into the station, and everybody but us got on it. When the train pulled away, she checked to see if we were alone. Using her fingertips, she lifted the metal plate a couple of inches off the floor. Then she grabbed hold of it with both hands and set it two feet away from the hole.

I looked into the hole and saw the concrete platform twenty feet below us. “How do we get down there?”

“First I jump, then you jump, and I catch you.”

“What?” My heartburn got worse. I doubted there was any antacid in the backpack

“What did I say that you didn't understand?” She frowned.

“I understood what you said. It's the plan I’m wondering about.”

“There's a rope in the backpack, but nothing to tie it to. Besides, could you climb down the rope?”

“Point taken. I feel awkward about jumping and having you catch me.”

“Get over your male vanity. Please do what I ask you.” She rolled her eyes. “Put on your backpack and jump.” She turned and jumped through the hole, landing on her feet so as if she was a trained acrobat. She looked up and motioned for me.

I took a deep breath and jumped into her waiting arms. Nessa caught me and put me on my feet. I followed her when she walked toward the south end of the deserted platform. She walked on the balls of her feet, like a hunter tracking down her prey

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A Vampire by Luigi Capura - free vampire short story

A Vampire by Luigi Capura raises the question of when a person's existence really ends. In this case a woman's husband seems to exist after he died. An illusion? Then again, perhaps you should read this story and find out for yourself.




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Unholy Embrace vampire novel by Neil Benson - a crucifix redeems a vampire

Nessa is dragged by her master into a nunnery,  which he quickly turns into an abattoir.

One evening he dragged me out of the cave, leading me for several miles before we came to a nunnery. I didn't realize what he intended until he took me to the front door, rang the bell, and then quickly moved to the side. The prioress peered out a small opening in the gate. When she saw me standing alone, she opened the door. The vampire moved inside so swiftly she barely had time to scream. He bit her neck, and she was dead before she hit the floor. He went inside the nunnery, and. I soon heard the screams of many women.

I watched the prioress bleed to death, horrified at what he had done, but there was more horror to see when I entered. When I followed the sounds of screaming into the chapel, I found a nun seated on the floor with her back against a wall. Her left hand was trying to cover the wounds in her neck, while her right hand touched a ten-inch silver cross on the floor. She gestured for me to approach.

When I came closer, she said, “Take this,” and handed me the silver cross. At first, it burned my hand, but after a few minutes I could feel energy pulsing throughout my body. I realized she had given me an opportunity to claim back part of my humanity. As I held up the cross, it no longer burned my hand. When I looked down, her head rested on her shoulder, telling me her agony had ended.

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The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe - free classic horror story

The Cask of Amontiallado by Edgar Allan Poe is one of the great short stories of all time. It is a tale of revenge taken in the most horrible of manners. In contemplating the dramatic nature of the revenge the readerr should not overlook the finer points of Poe's masterpiece.

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