Category: Vampiric Tendencies
Reclamation
Without Masking
He reached for her suddenly and pulled her gentle-roughly firm against him.
Barriers fell with her startled gasp and cry of relinquished anguish.
Matching Passions
“I am not afraid of you.
I only hesitate at the beginning…
Because I do not know how to properly lay the correct foundations.
I can handle you.
You have got to know that I want to.
I need your overabundance saturating every part of my being.
I have been too long underfed as a vigilant queen.”
Thin Air
A queen does not feed egregiously just because her king is not there.
But neither does she live life in wonderment without her true love’s arms to care.
False Signals
She stood there, staring at him, not quite registering that is was actually him – having had no basis of reality these long seasons prior by which to reference.
And as she automatically turned away as she’d had to teach herself to in order to pause aching longing in exchange for functionality, he took it as a sign of lack of her wanting.
Proclivities
The world became dull when the ice wasn’t broken for new ground to sprout hope in summer’s falling leaves amid the Gulf Stream.
Retracting currents kept still the thrill of feeding time in order to keep the husk hollow – rather than ravenously barking along up any swooning tree.
The wind kept beckoning, and yet she thought, “Why does he not come for me?”
But vagaries of legendary allegiance kept muddling up the scenery.
My Darling,
“Why do you test me?”
Word Of The Day: BloodLust
“Not a craving for blood, but for the sharing exchange of the energetic essence that resides within it.”
BloodLust
When the hunger got intense, she dared not reach for Him.
(The Power Of Love – Frankie Goes To Hollywood)
“My Life” (Adult Content Warning)
(Blood Theme – Carlos Marquez)
My Desire
Has A Name…
(Bring Me To Life – Evanescence)
My One,
You know that I have been hurt, and that my wounds need tending.
(Eat U Alive – Adam Lambert)
Do It, Again
Limits Of Distance Seduction
Come On, My Baby
Let’s find out.
Blood Loss
“I had to forcefully wrench myself out of my own home.”
Movie Pick, “Only Lovers Left Alive: Entanglement”
(Didn’t Want The Kingdom [I Wanted You] – Saintinshadow)
“Niceties”
“At this point, being told that have been valued from afar does nothing to currently feed the love starvation within me.”
(Nothing Else Matters – Metallica)
Patterns Of Habit
Help to reestablish the dominion of human consciousness over one’s own primal mind.
“I’ll Be Ok, Now…”
She gasped out – after demolishing more than half of the triple stack in less than a fragment of minutes.
Sanity began returning through normalizing once-slitted eyes, and she delicately wiped the mess from around her jaw, cognizant of the still-lingering ache of her canines.
The Need To Feed
Became worse when forced to subsist upon sugar and carbs, alone.
It Was As If
Her soul ran screaming out into the night aching for him while she parked carefully and fed voraciously upon a triple, seared hamburger.
Recognizing
She was blood hungering, so she turned away to avoid interacting with the vulnerable souls within the store.
Guiding Light
What is it about dawn’s arrival
That makes night terrors release
Even if they were not able to feed?
(Don’t Touch Her [Eyes On Me]
Dear Alex,
“I thought that you were he and that I was wanted openly.
But I have not had clear confirmation, so lack of having my arms around him suggests fantasy.
Meanwhile, my foundations are crumbling underneath my feet on too many levels.
Saving myself is just up to me with pending timelines pressing.
Helping hands reach for mine to assist and people care – yet I feel too isolated and depleted.
I have tried to stay open for him through these trials, but now I am caving inward.
My being is closing off extensions like root retractions.
Self preservation necessity from lack of love’s tactile exchange reinforcements?
I am literally ‘love starved’ and need to stop this effect.
And to survive starvation, you do your best to no longer think about it – the ‘food’ you are needing.
And then, if you find any – even if it is full of decay and maggots – you are temped to ‘feed.’
So yeah, I am going into shut down mode, just so I can continue to try to breathe.
And he wonders why I withdraw!
It’s so that I do not fall into a trap of others’ deceit when I am vulnerable with need!
I am mad at him, though, for prolonging.
I am tired of being tested by pain to show that I believe.
And quite frankly, I deserve more rewards and better treatment.”
Blood Price
In the basement of a favorite building, the haunting atmospheric remains of past power-hungry ignorance mixed with tormenting cruelty boded ill will awaiting to attach to any hapless visitors of the restroom.
Acknowledging, yet doing her best to ignore them and avoid the farthest entrenched spacious cubicle with the alluring brighter lighting, she back-tracked and chose a stall closest to the door – even though it was more cramped and stifle-confining.
Then, as she tried to leave it, her arm reached for her scarf hung up on a hook, and then came quickly downward again – hard-smacking and bruising her elbow against an unusually positioned, solid steel feminine product receptacle.
“THAT’S your one – so now get your energies off of me!” she exclaimed, as she reasserted her boundaries and left the greedy forces to feed upon the pain she left behind her.
“FlatLined” (Song Bit)
By Athena Stairs, March 5, 2026
I left my heart in California
It’s still attached by its membrane
You’d think that I could grow another
But there’s no blood for its exchange
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Listen to FlatLined – 3.5.26.m4a by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
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(Contact me for permissions)
(If They Only Knew – Black Atlass)
Any God’s Glory
“When ignored and villified, provokes ‘Its’ baser needs to surpass healthy limits in its defense.
And are we not ‘cast from God’s image?’
Therefore, ‘Gods’ are also like humans and need what we need to thrive and succeed.
And any worthy ‘God’ wants its worshippers happy.
It’s just common sense biofeedback.”
The God Of Dreams
Had become a mere whisper barely felt or acknowledged in a world under seige.
Until “He” found two worthy souls and helped them bridge their hearts for mending.
My Love,
Look what “He” has done for you and me.
He is offering us clemency – if you’ll swing your sword to cut the Gordion Knot for our freedom.
Your love has always been the key.
Enslavement
For all of this time, she had been a sacrificial pawn of the “God” of Neglect and Denied Needs.
The God Time Tried To Forgot
She’d done it, again.
She’d fallen for the messages – had allowed her heart to reveal what she had been hiding for so long, underneath.
And the man had withdrawn – just like the others had before – leaving her circuit board lit up with suffering and never-ending hunger aching with longing unredeemed.
What did “He” want from her, after all?
What did “He” want to see?
“Bleed for me…” came The Need.
“Prove to me how much you want me to grant you this man’s offering.
Show me that you’ll be faithful, no matter how much you grieve…”
The Easy Way Out
Starving a love’s connection is an easier out for men than saying goodbye, which I guess is why they often choose to do this.
There is no real invested accountability, and they protect their selves by retaining power – yet keep soaking up the would be partner’s heartfelt energy until it becomes drained from lack of mutual nourishing.
(I Scream / You scream – Monsieur HERBE)
Vampiric Sagas
“I very much dislike that the common ending trope of vampiric love sagas is that though love is found, in the end, one or both of the lover must die unrequited.
This “flies” (bat reference) in the face of the whole immortal thematic of what a pair of lovers with access to such powers should be able to achieve and secure together – which is a rare kind of everlasting, getting to be experienced deepest love exchange.
I appreciate that in Bram Stoker’s book version, they thought Dracula died, and Mina lived her life with her mortal husband until he passed, but then reunited with her soul’s true bond once free to do so.
Having already lived out the ‘mortal death’ of prior marriage(s), I am looking forward to getting to experience true paradise, through its various shades of light to gray, with my Guy.”
My Love,
How is it that you awaken my hunger on levels even I have never dared to imagine?
Honey,
You know you feed me what I need.
(Drag Me Under – Sleep Token)
You Know
“I want to.”
Reality Bites
She looked forward to the right kind.
Word Of The Day: Chelicerae
“Jaws”
sheh·luh·see·ray
