Month: May 2025

As she observed him
From safe distance

Ancestral memories
Illuminated evidence

Change as irreversible
Once man succumbed

She now witnessed a
Legend embracing sun

She hadn’t had
A worthy male
In her territory

And was both
Excited and
Reserved

For they were
Rumored rare
To still exist

And he was
A proven
Warrior

With an
Intoxicating
Kiss

Time delves
Into fathoms

What will bring
True love to me?

Growing up in a land of humans, she was expected to only associate with their males,  with regards to future partnership.

She was told that what she instinctively longed for in pair bonding was only fantasy, and that she, herself, was just an odd human.

But the boys always picked on her or hurt her, and they seemed to not become real men.

She dreamed of being able to help her father who had been banished to a far off land, left to dwell in isolation while being slowly covered by his own ash.

She had come across a piece of art hidden on a wall in a secret corridor that she had found when she was a very young child, and had been told to tell no one about it.

She had wondered if this was because the adults present at the time would have gotten into trouble for exposing her to a version of erotica.

But she had thought that the large painting was very beautiful, and had been fascinated by the intricate details of the man’s facial expression showing his inner conflict and deep love for the woman he was carrying.

She knew that she should be alarmed by the portrayal of blood dripping from his fanged mouth – and the matching bite on the sleeping woman’s neck – but to her, their union seemed to be an amazing love story.

Generations of women and children had been slaughtered, simply because they had come to know the healing ways of nature.

She began to realize that there was some power in being seen as a tasty snack.

“How else could she have survived despite men tearing at and attempting to stab her heart?”

Her mother had had an issue when she was younger that made her need to take on the biggest, baddest men in hoping to find her warrior.

Hells Angels, demon worshippers – she didn’t care.

She wanted someone who could handle the untamed passion barely contained within her.

And that inherited hunger had been intentionally sequestered and suppressed by her daughter in her own self – because she had refused to cause harm to others.

But now she had a reason to, if necessary.

For she had at last found her own Prophecy.

Across the seas of
Embittered misery

She found the man
Who’d take a stand

With eyes churning
Deep blue memories

And as took his hand
Remembered history

“I had not intended to repost prior vampiric themed writings, but when I was searching them for fun and fixed some spelling, WordPress uploaded one as new (rather than reloading it where I’d left it), so I reposted another to go along with it.”

When she closed her eyes, trying to nap, her mind cast out for traces of his energy signature – as if tracking him.

She couldn’t stop the hunger, for she had been starving for so long and needed to feed.

And he had cracked open the Pandora’s box that she had fought hard to keep locked up inside of her.

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Originally published October 2024

There was the master who got the prized human female after biting the human suitor – and then shoving him into a submersive water closet where the couple could then observe him as he became a scholar to combat the torment of denied feeding.

The female had been fond of this one before the master changed her, so the master did not destroy the lesser, but the scholar was forced to endure proof of the two’s bonded lovemaking so it would never cross his mind to try to steal her because of painful exposure.

The maverick was also initially drawn to the female’s kind demeanor – but then veered off, mistrusting his attraction, and was later attacked by a more sinister hunting beast.

Details before unmentioned are the terror of the first being mauled by the master when discovering the master’s dying mother in his bed – and a background of megalomania set upon acquiring the female without consent.

Having watched the master ravish the female while hearing her conversion craving it as they violently lusted next to shriveled-husk human remains caused madness in the starving scholar’s brain.

Bevause a beast turned him, Maverick’s passions ran hotter and more feral – which drove him into violent underground feeding by guerrilla excursions to purge his rage-filled, ravenous frustrations.

However, once he and his female sergeant learned that their team was hired to plant bombs under an orphanage, they decided to instead begin hunting the puppet masters.

(In a complex dream)

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Originally posted in October 2024