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Psychic Vampire 2
Haikus 2
True necromancy, or what I prefer to call Many people believe that if they 'raise' the dead,
Necromantic Practice can only be achieved when that they can tell one's future because spirits are
all elements of fear are eradicated. Necromantic not bounded by time and space as we know it.
Practice does not involve dominance and However, if a spirit has something vital to impart
servitude. In other words, the spirits of the dead, to you, IT will call upon you, not vice-versa. The
or of Death Itself, are not at the magician's beck dead have better things to do and a higher
and call, nor will they, nor "He" do your purpose to serve than to be someone's personal,
on-call seer. Necromantic practice entails respect
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and reverence not only for the spirits of the dead, PSYCHIC VAMPIRE
but for the spirit of Death, Itself. So, if you are
sincerely seeking to engage in necromancy, ask Living a life of stolen vital force
yourself this- Always searching for a cure of his own remorse
Hidden in the shadows of night
How willing a lover would you be to Death? Studying and filling books of indite
---------------------------------------------------- Dare try not to feed
© 2000 by Leilah Wendell Only making others safety far from guaranteed
Manipulating this energy at his will
Psychic vampire
Living a life of hunger and Thrill
Jordan Ierome
Haikus
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By. Matthew I Williams
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Whispers from
the Otherside
Real life experiences with the
paranormal
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© by Leilah Wendell
- Above-
A photo of me at the
Whaley house in San
Diego with an orb on my
~5~ cheek.
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To the Right:
Heartbreaker
MEDIA: It is
a graphite
(plain old
pencil)
drawing with
marker
accents and
some minor
digital
contrast
To the Left:
Flying Vixens
MEDIA:
Done in
graphite (plain
old pencil)
Artist
Agustin Hazim
I am 26 human years old. I was born in Manhattan and have resided in the Bronx for the last 12
years. I have been drawing since I was 2. I attended the H.S. of Art & Design and majored in
Fashion Illustration. Since then I realized I also have a knack for clothing design as well as 2-
dimentional art. Not to mention that the release of Interview with the Vampire helped reinspire
me to design apparel for our kind. I then attended Katharine Gibbs School and recieved an A.A.S.
in Fashion Design and Merchandising. Now my goal is to become an established artist/designer of
all things nocturnal and be one with the community. Of course I was born a vamp and I've been
aware of it since the age of about 5. Jerry Dandridge is my first vamp hero and is my inspiration
for life. In case you wonder, I am not a goth and do not want to be referred to as one although I
respect anyone's choice to be one. I prefer to be classic and sophisticated with a twist of sickness
in my interpretation of my nature.
To the Right:
Dinner for Two
MEDIA: Done in
graphite (plain old
pencil)
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Vampyr Snyper The Genesis part of her job was enough to send shivers up
By. Kathryn L Kerr her spine. Fox could have seen it all.
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Chapter 2 And they wanted to take her on because of
Catrina’s apartment was immaculate, mostly her performance so far. She was flattered at the
because she spent so little time in it. attention, and the intrigue of the whole thing was
immensely alluring. Fox had been so confident
Her bedroom was different. Clean and worn she would say ‘yes’, yet he had given away very
clothes created a makeshift carpet. Another pile little by means of persuasion.
of clothes had gathered at the bottom of the
wardrobe. An inconspicuous pinewood cabinet She went into the bathroom for a glass of
was built into the side door of the opened water. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, the
wardrobe. A sniper rifle and sawn-off shotgun tank top she slept in rode up to her ribcage and
hung there, barely used . The same could not be showed the thick scar over the left side of her
said for the Colt AR-15, scratched, dirty with pelvis.
trace remains of blood, discarded behind the
door. The Beretta – her favorite – was It was faded silver now, but she still
underneath a magazine on the bedside table and remembered when it was red raw, and how much
in a better condition: it had been a gift. she had cried. She got it the night she had met
Tony Gostanzo. He had hit her with his car.
Catrina awoke from an unsteady sleep. After
taking a few painkillers for her headache, she She was ten at the time, and Tony – having
started doing sit-ups. She sat down in front of a son of a similar age – took pity on her. After
the bed, slipped her toes under the frame. It the accident and realizing she was a runaway, he
helped clear her head and shake the feeling that took her in. It started so easily. Before the age
the dead were watching her. of thirteen, she had shot a would-be assailant in
the kneecap and pushed a man out of a ten-story
Her victims haunted her, their faces burned window.
into memory. During the day she had more
important things to think about and they were Catrina had very few scars, as her skin was
buried in her subconscious. At night, her quick to heal. But the older ones, such as this
defences dropped and they returned. one, stayed to remind her of the past.
Remembering countless bulging eyes and Tony was the biggest issue she had to
panicked hands gripping her coat woke her up overcome, not just from a professional
with the sensation of being choked. It was one standpoint but as a father. She had no family
of the reasons she did not sleep much. and refused to talk about her parents. Tony was
the only family she knew.
She started to think of Fox. His proposition
was interesting, but she wanted to know what She would be a fool to let Fox’s offer like this
made him so unique. It was obvious he was not slide. She had been looking for other work for a
like anyone else she had ever met. Her first while, but never actively. She had been lax in
thought was Navy Seal, or the result of some her assignments, but mainly it was in the hope
Secret Service experiment, or a genetic anomaly: that Tony would fire her. It would make it easier
any were a possibility, yet she doubted them all. to walk away when he was angry. Unfortunately,
a Gostanzo never gave up on a child, even if the
She would not find out about him unless she family ties were not by blood. He just assumed
accepted the offer. If she declined, she knew she was struggling under the pressure.
they would never meet again. Not to say he
would stop watching her… The previous year, she had carried out a kill
on Robert Dyne, a boss to a rival organisation
She stopped exercising. It dawned on her and a personal enemy to the Gostanzo family.
how long three years actually was. She had been That had been the pinnacle of her career, yet she
a professional contract killer for as long. She had felt little elation – except on a personal level – at
been involved in the business for closer to seven having the honour of killing him. It left her
years, but Tony had not given her a gun until she feeling hollow, and her work had taken a
had turned sixteen. The things she had done as nosedive since then.
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She would not find a better excuse to move ‘Good morning, Catrina.’
on . Even Tony would not pass up an offer like
this. ‘How did you know it was me?’
The scars told stories, and there was no time ‘I don’t know anyone else who’d call at this
she would not remember them. A change of time.’
scenery would not change her memories. And
she wanted this, she was interested in Fox and ‘…I know what I want to do.’
his abilities, and more interested in how they
would benefit her. ‘Go ahead.’
If she did not move on, it was going to slowly ‘I accept your proposition.’
eat away at her. She had seen it happen to
other people and refused to suffer the same fate. His smile was sincere, but it was not
articulated. ‘What persuaded you?’
She finally got into bed, slipping the gun
back under the magazine. She curled up under ‘…I know this isn’t your average job offer.
the sheets and looked towards the window. The My intuition’s swayed it.’
LCD on her alarm clock flashed 03:47, which left
her a few more hours before she had to leave. ‘I thought it would.’
She set her alarm for nine o’clock every ‘That and curiosity.’
morning, whether or not she was working. She
exercised or went to the nearest café and ‘I’m glad,’ he replied. He ran his fingers
watched people passing. The world moved so though his hair and considered his next move. ‘I
quickly, she never liked to sleep for too long for can’t get to you until tonight. Do you have a
fear of missing it. problem with safety?’
Her reasons for getting up that morning ‘Not yet, but it’s only a matter of time. I
would be different. She had not returned to the didn’t sign in. They’ll be looking for me soon.’
office that night to report on the McCann
assignment. Tony would be worried, and had she He gave her an address over the telephone.
not signed in by the next morning, he would send It was the name and location of the nearest safe
out a search party. If she was planning to accept house. He gave strict instructions on what to do
Fox’s offer, she would have to be out of the in order to get in. She took it all in as he said it.
apartment by then.
‘…Got it?’
She would decide in the morning. If she
were to stay, she would make up a story to ‘Every word,’ she replied, scribbling the last
excuse her lateness and sign in as usual. If she thing he had said on the Post-It by the telephone
were to go, she would gather a few belongings stand.
and go before she was found.
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‘Bring as many of your things as you want or She read the Post-It once, twice…again and
need to. Leave your bigger weapons, and don’t again until she could recall it from memory. She
be offended if they take your gun when you go went into the kitchen, fished a disposable lighter
in.’ out of the drawer and set the small shred of
paper alight. She dropped it into the sink and
‘If they threaten to take it, I’m not going in.’ watched it burn before washing the ashes away.
No one else was to know where she was heading.
He sighed and pulled off sheets. Since she
had woken him, he might as well get up. Half an She left the apartment without looking back.
hour was not bad. He took his cigarettes from She had not been there long enough to set roots
the table and lit one as he circuited his small or have any sentimental attachments. It was
room. just a series of rooms in a lifeless building.
‘I’ll let them know to expect you, then. Don’t The safe house was a few miles away, but it
be aggressive with them, Catrina. In fact, if was still early. She was in no rush to get there,
you’re going to courteous with anyone, make it since Fox would not be there until gone sunset.
them. I’ll be there at eight thirty tonight.’
She ended up at the safe house just after
He hung up the phone at that, but he one. There was an intercom on the steel-
continued to pace and smoke. There was an enforced door. She pressed the button.
excited gleam in his deep eyes. The hardest part
was over, all that there was left to do was take ‘Look into the camera,’ a voice commanded.
her. He sat down on the bed and wished he
could get there sooner. But what was one more She leaned away from the door and looked
day? He fell back and rested his arms on the straight into the camera. The intercom crackled.
back of his head, moving one to take the
cigarette out of his mouth. He watched the ‘Who are you?’
smoke rise from his barely parted lips. He was
still tired. He had to reserve his energy. It ‘I’m here for Fox,’ she replied to the camera.
would not be an easy job.
Another silence, longer this time and more
The line went dead. She was not expecting it uncertain. ‘Hang on.’
and stared at the phone for a few seconds longer.
She placed the phone back in its cradle. Her The lock clicked back and the door opened
decision had been easy; it just meant that now slightly of its own accord. She pulled it with
she had no right to be in the apartment. Tony supreme effort. The door slammed shut behind
would be in his office before eight. If she had not her and for a few seconds she was enclosed in
signed in, first he would try to call her. She the tight space between the enforced door and
checked her cellular phone was not switched on the entrance. She braced herself and went
and put it back in her pocket. She would dispose inside.
of it later.
The inside of the safe house looked like a
When he could not get her on the phone, he run-down motel. A long corridor ran from the
would send someone to check her apartment. front door, splitting into corridors, rooms and
stairs. There was a cheap desk a few yards in
She set about packing. She left most of her from the security door, and a man sitting behind
clothes and belongings; it would be more it who fitted the scene.
convincing that she had been abducted if her
items had been left behind. For the same He was a dumpy-shaped man in his forties.
reason, she did not pack any of the guns other There was more hair on his face than his head,
than the Beretta. Tony would have expected her all grey and white. He looked Mexican, maybe
to have taken it anywhere she went. Spanish. She neither knew nor cared, but he
was the first port of call.
When the search of her apartment returned
nothing, the search would spread across the city. ‘I’m here to meet up with a man called Fox.
By then, she would be initiated into Fox’s He said you’d be expecting me.’
organisation and too far for anyone to pick up the
trail. The man continued to chew his gum
nonchalantly. He made his way around the desk.
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‘Hands on the desk,’ he droned. ‘Godda pat The door opened carefully, but it creaked all
you down. Don’t look at me like that. You get a the same. Fox avoided meeting her gaze as he
pat down or you walk out.’ entered.
‘Firstly,’ she said, scooting back. ‘Fox was ‘You should always lock the door,’ he said,
meant to tell you not to search me, and second…’ locking the door behind him, but she did not
She whipped the gun from the back of her jeans. notice. She barely heard him speak.
The man jumped as though she had shoved it in
his face. She slammed it on the desk. ‘You ‘Mmm,’ she said. ‘I usually do. You must
could just ask me to show you what I’m packing.’ have a heap of papers for me to sign.’ She
looked at him intently. ‘You haven’t brought
He read over her face carefully. ‘Is that anything.’
everything?’
He said nothing.
She smiled. ‘If I wanted to use it, it’d be
enough. But I don’t need it. I just carry it for Her brows furrowed. Although she barely
comfort. Like jewellery, only bigger.’ knew him, something in his expression was off.
She refrained from questioning him and instead
There was a long hesitation on his part. Her started to get her things ready. She was nervous
face betrayed nothing of her intention, and he and not sure why. It felt like foreboding. Or
was nervous. But he was assured by the name. excitement. Whatever it was, it was making her
‘You’re Fox’s?’ constantly walk around the room.
‘I’m here to see him, yes.’ He traced her steps carefully; she did not see
the urgency in his eyes. She grabbed her
‘Right, right, sure. Whatever. Well, okay, if backpack from the windowsill and quickly threw a
you’re here for him, I guess I can let you go on few things in it.
ahead.’ He went back to his side of the
reception. He took a key off a board full of ‘I’m not ready yet,’ she explained, trailing
identical keys. ‘Forty Three.’ her own discarded items. Fox kept out of her
way but was advancing. ‘I was just so tired
She took the key with a nod, picking her gun when got here. I was only meant to have an
back up as she went. She settled in her room, hour or so. But I didn’t sleep well last night, and
no doubt once Fox arrived, she would be busy. I figured we’d have a lot of business to cover,
There would be so much paperwork to go over, so…’
they would probably be there until the early
hours of the next morning. She turned around and he standing right in
front of her. She doubled back and slowly raised
She opened the curtains to get a view of the one arm to create a safety zone, and he stepped
area, only to find the windows were boarded up. warily back.
In a place like this she did not think that
maintenance was high on the list of priorities. The Beretta went into the bag last. He
watched her without a word, as she fastened the
She decided to get a few more hours sleep, bag, put on her coat and picked up the bag in
just one or two, to make sure she was alert for one hand. With all her worldly possessions
when he arrived. inside, it was heavier than she remembered.
She was dragged from the nightmares of She attempted a friendly smile his way. He
shadows and monsters by the sound of someone was keeping his distance now, and he looked
knocking on the door. She groaned and rolled slightly indignant. Had she offended him
over, and only then did she remember that she somehow?
was not at home. She sat up quickly and
checked her watch. It was eight o’clock exactly. ‘I’m ready when you are,’ she offered.
‘Shit,’ she cursed quietly to herself, dragging His eyes drifted up to meet hers. They were
herself off the bed while trying to straighten her darker now and lacked spark. ‘You’re sure about
hair and look more presentable. ‘It’s not locked!’ this? You can’t go back on your word.’
she called.
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She went to the door, only then realising it She tried to kick him. Her brain told her
was locked. She hesitated. ‘Uh, did you lock limbs to move, but nothing happened. She tried
this?’ again. No reaction. Again. Nothing. In her
mind, she shoved her knee into his groin and
She turned, once again coming face to face slammed his skull against her raised knee. In
with him. She had not heard him move, but in reality, she just stood there in his arms.
an instant he was less than three inches from
her. She tried to create space between them. She felt all the muscles in her body abandon
This time he resisted. her, and she started to slip into Fox’s expectant
arms. The hot sting around her neck where he
Panic settled over her. She pushed against had started felt like it was about to slide down
his chest, but it made no difference and he just her throat and into her chest.
kept staring into her eyes. She tried to slide to
the left, but he stretched his arm to the wall and Her face was wet. It took her a few seconds
cut her off. She was half afraid, half irritated, to realise she was crying. She could not hear
and – perhaps not wisely – it was the irritation herself, because whatever Fox had injected into
that showed. her had muted the world around her.
‘What are you doing?’ The world started to turn dark. It returned a
few seconds later, but she knew this was the
She moved to the right; his other arm was onset of unconsciousness. White spots danced
already there to box her in. Now she had tauntingly across her vision. Her body convulsed
nowhere to go; the door handle pressed against of its own accord. She wanted to wipe her eyes,
the small of her back and forced her closer to to stand up and kill the man who was trying to
him. kill her first.
Her eyes widened and her expression He lessened his grip on her, which made no
pleaded with him to explain. Her heart was difference now. She could not hold her own head
racing, pounding her chest so hard she could feel up, let alone fight back. He guided her to the
him being moved by it. The motion only made floor.
him move closer, so close she could feel his
breath on her lips and his hair as it brushed Darkness remained for longer this time. Her
against her. eyes fluttered fitfully. She was losing the fight.
Whatever he had done to her, he had done it
He moved close enough for their lips to well. Her blood was burning with whatever drug
touch, when suddenly his face disappeared from he had used.
her line of sight. She tried briefly to move
forwards, but he grabbed her by the wrists and Still crying and going into shock, her body
forced her against the door. The wood strained surged and her back arched. His hand went over
against their weight. her chest and pushed her back to the floor.
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She could hear her heart like never before. ‘Actually, you’re late,’ he replied. ‘It’s five
The soft thud as it surged the blood around her o’clock in the morning. You’ve been out for
body was surprisingly calming. It also meant she nearly nine hours.’
was not dead. She tried to stand but without
success. Her body was still tired. Slowly, she She edged back towards the bed. ‘Why
headed back to bed. Her feet itched whenever didn’t you wake me?’
she moved. It was as though the carpet was
filled with thousands of tiny spikes. She may ‘I did.’
have been coming down with a fever.
She stopped. ‘What?’
She slid under the sheets, lay back and tried
to relax. The beating of her heart was not ‘You remember what happened.’ It was not
getting quieter; it started to annoy her. She a question, more an urge for her to bring back
rolled over and pulled the pillow over her ears. the memories she had been so quick to stifle.
The feeling shifted her chest; she felt and heard
it all perfectly. ‘That…didn’t happen.’
She stood up so quickly it shocked her. But She laughed. ‘I’m sorry, what?’
she was confused and angry. She was not sure
what she had dreamt and what was real.
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She woke up again in bed. This time Fox ‘Vampires? Turnings?’ She hunched her
was already sitting in the chair beside her. He shoulders, tried to move. ‘I’m going for a walk.’
was not watching her, sat with his arms rested
on his thighs, staring at the opposite wall, deep She got one leg off the side of the bed,
in thought. before Fox was by her side. The concerned gaze
did not suit him. ‘Just lie back. The pain will
The feeling that he had been there with her pass.’
all that time infuriated her. She did not feel well
as it was, and his presence did not help. What She tried to stand. ‘I’m going for a walk.’
was she doing back in bed? What had he said?
She sat up, arms folded. She made it half way, before he wrapped his
hand around her throat and forced her back
‘Feeling better?’ He was smiling. down. ‘You’re not listening to me…’
She could have screamed. ‘You think this is ‘Why should I?’
funny?’
He sat back down, willing to give her space,
‘Not at all.’ He sat up straight and let the as long as she did not get up. They stared at one
smile drop. another. Her eyes blazed, but it subsided into
another dizzy spell. She shuddered and felt
‘What’s going on here, Fox?’ herself passing out again. ‘God damn it…’
‘I’ve told you.’ This was not the best start to her new,
exciting career.
‘Well, I don’t believe you.’
Catrina awoke, as something was stabbed
‘And I don’t care. It doesn’t matter whether into her arm. She screamed and tried to get up.
or not you ‘believe’.’ Fox pulled the needle out quickly.
Her body ached. It felt longer than one She lashed out, throwing a severe punch to
night. Maybe she had been out for days. She his gut.
needed to stretch, to crack her bones, maybe to
do a few exercises or go for a run. She did not He doubled back and let out a growl. His
want to let him know she was in pain, because grip lessened, but not long enough for her to
inside she was still fighting away the notion that attempt an escape. He turned her over and
he had done something terrible to her. caught her leg as she went to kick him. She
could tell by the way he held her that he was
‘I want to get out of here,’ she said. angry. The blow must have shocked him.
He shook his head. ‘That’s not a good idea. He moved back. She sat bolt upright in bed,
Your body’s going through some changes. It’s overcome with vertigo. He took something from
not wise to move around too much.’ a carry-all by the door.
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He wrapped the rope around his hand. ‘You say that now…’ He headed to the door.
‘You’re going to accept this sooner or later. I
didn’t want to spend long doing this, but you are It was a task in itself for her to roll over on
obviously having difficulty with it. I’ll need to the bed to look at him. ‘Where are you going?’
keep you from causing any harm to yourself.’
‘You’ll benefit from some time alone,’ he
‘You are not tying me down.’ said. ‘The hunger will start to show itself soon. I
want you to experience what will happen if you
‘That’s my decision,’ he replied, less patient deny your body what it now needs.’
by the second. ‘Do you accept that you are a
vampire?’ She woke up some time later to an empty
room. The light did not sting her eyes as fiercely
He waited. She wondered what he was as before. Her heartbeat was not so loud now.
expecting her to say. In the end, she shrugged. Either she was tuning it out, or it was not beating
‘No.’ as strong.
She went into submission and let him tie her Something else was thudding in her ears in
wrists and ankles. The rope burned where it its place.
touched; every microscopic fibre scraped against
her skin. She lay down on the bed and tried to A shadow cast over her face for a second;
keep still. The sheets were itchy. The light she focused on the ceiling. She heard the thud
burned her eyes. Her heartbeat drummed its again and discovered the perpetrator.
constant rhythm in her head.
A determined little moth flew into the bulb.
‘How long are you going to keep me here?’ The flap of its furry little wings brushed air
she asked. against her face. She could see every single hair
on its back. She could see into its eyes. She
He sat down on the chair and tilted his head watched the insect, fascinated by it, hypnotised.
to look her in the eye. ‘As long as it takes for the Nothing else existed in that moment but the two
hunger to kick in. You won’t be able to deny it creatures; one an insignificant little moth, the
then.’ He got back up. other not quite sure what she was at all.
‘What hunger?’ she asked, trying her best to She drifted in and out of consciousness.
follow his gaze without moving. Each time she awoke she wondered where she
was and had to remind herself how she had
‘Your body will stop changing within forty ended up there. And as she woke up more
eight hours. After that, it will be stronger, more frequently, she wondered why Fox had not
attuned. Your sight, hearing, smell…all the returned.
senses will improve. But your new strength will
need a new kind of nourishment to keep those
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She was starting to feel irritable and the silhouettes of passing lint cross the bulb.
ropes were burning her skin. Although the aches Footsteps constantly came and went; she
and pains were lessening, she still wanted to get listened until she could discern the men from the
up. women.
She thought of ways to retaliate when Fox let She tried to ignore the constant gnawing in
her go. She would let him think she had let all the pit of her stomach, the thing that craved its
this slide, then take him down when he least fill. It surged through her arms to her fingertips.
expected it. She thought about him as she When she could not bring her arm around, she
drifted back into sleep. discovered that Fox had chained her to the bed.
She fought against the shackles, her body
The dreams she had were stranger than contorted and she grew angrier with each
usual. The faces of victims had gone, replaced ferocious heave.
by people she had never met. One, a man
dressed in a simple woollen cloth robe that The alien feeling inside crept through her
obscured his face, hefted a broadsword on his veins and between the pores in her skin,
shoulder. The second was barely a man at all. searching. It became more frequent and
Built like an ox and standing on legs that – while sharper; it was not happy that it could not find
sturdy – should not have been able to carry such what it looked for. Her eyes felt drawn to her
a huge frame. The hunch in its back put more wrists, and as time went by, she kept drawing
emphasis into the decorative crest over its herself towards them. It was only when she
leathery head, where a thick snout and canine struggled up to the metal bed frame and locked
fangs hung over a protruding jaw. her jaw around her own wrist, knowing even then
that she was looking for a major artery, she
Neither man nor beast spoke, and in the pinned herself against the bed and screamed.
moments she saw them, they looked stunned to The thing inside wrought against her bones and
see her looking back. tissue, threatening to break her into pieces. She
screamed and screamed, beyond when the lining
The sound of heavy breathing brought her of her throat begged her to stop.
around, and she listened to the deep rumble
before she opened her eyes. It was a soothing When Fox came in, she lay on the bed
sound, gentle and constant, like the sound of a trembling and sobbing. She did not hear him
father’s chest as a child slept upon it. come in, but her senses heightened when the
door clicked shut. She opened her eyes wide,
Her closed eyes scrunched up. The sound forgetting momentarily that she was bound. She
was deeper than she was used to. Slowly, she lunged forwards, until the chains locked and
opened her eyes. threw her back down. She curled her hands into
fists and punched the surrounding area with all
Standing at the end of the bed, watching her her strength, already forgetting Fox was there.
through eyes that glowed like torches, was this
same creature. It held out a hand to her; did it ‘Catrina,’ he said.
expect her to shake it?
She looked at him. Her breathing was
She sat up in bed. She took a precious few shallow and her chest was closer to vibrating
seconds to realise what she was seeing. Its eyes than expanding. The sharp, short noises coming
were set deep back into its skull and glowed from her mouth said her throat could take no
amber, no pupils. It lowered its hand. more screaming, although she still wanted to.
It stopped, tilted its head in a universal ‘Fox.’ She had not spoken since he had left,
gesture of curiosity. ‘Interesting,’ it said. save for the light mumbling to herself. Her voice
had never sounded so hoarse or loud. She tried
She froze in place; every fibre in her body to cover her ears, but – still chained to the bed –
was ready to flee. The creature disappeared in she did not get far.
smoke and sparks that shocked her awake…
Fox moved closer. ‘How was it?’
She sighed at the effect this was all having
on her. Her body was not aching now, but her She glared up at him. ‘I tried to eat my own
eyes still stung and her mouth was dry. She arm!’
stared up at the ceiling and watched the tiny
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She sighed agitatedly. ‘Does it look like I Vampyr Snyper: the Genesis is available in
have a choice? All I know is I can’t hear you paperback, hardback, and e-book format. Click
properly because people are walking around the links for further information and to buy, or
outside, and every time I breathe, this thing acts visit the website for further information on the
like it wants to break my ribs.’ series.
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Piercing The Veil : Looking Sometimes, people’s memories get stuck and a
seer or medium can help get them unstuck. A
Beyond The Physical Person should however always quest their
By: Yara Nightshade memories as well on their own, just to verify
------------------------------------- what a Seer has said, and A Seer's channel
For many vampyres who are energy workers and although most likely fact, should be taken as a
or Pranic feeders, ghostly life is an everyday Theory until the person can remember as it is on
occurrence. We are sensitive to ghostly images, their own.
energies and places.
One thing I like to think about and around
We are often drawn too these areas, where wars Samhain (Halloween) is that all who have been
long ago have split the blood of the innocent, the reborn, and who have reincarnate, the more
slain, the murdered. aware we are of who and what we are, have
been, and will become is much like being a ghost
I often get emails and instant messages from in a flesh body.
people asking me if I have seen ghosts, actually
seen them. That answer is yes, I have. It That can be a very sobering thought when you
depends in my opinion on in regards if you think about yourself like that. We are alone in a
respect the occult, or magick fields, if you have a vastness, just a flick in the minds-eye of eternity.
high respect for the dead, or the spiritual worlds,
and if you have enough belief or faith in what you All in some ways lost souls who roam the nights
can feel but may not be able to see with a restless looking for pieces of our former
physical eye if you will be able too "see" ghosts existences, putting back together all we have
or not. been and been through, so we will not make the
same mistakes in this life.
There are many born with a gift called It is about this time of year I also like to sit down
"clairvoyance". This is the act of in basic terms with my cauldron and a piece of paper and a
seeing visions. Many people believe that is just black candle on a nice October night, and write
the not to distant future, but Clairvoyance also down things I'd like too burn away from my life in
aids a Seer in recovering of past lives and even the new year, and then I put the paper to the
meduimship, where you the remote viewer, "see" flame and let it burn in the cauldron, then i go
another's past. Why we are sensitive too these and let fly the ashes at a crossroads so mother
energies is a mystery, or perhaps the energies Hecate can will it away on her breath.
are like puzzle piece too us, where we are able
too go in and pierce the veil so to speak about Trad witches and so on don't like to do magick on
what lurks just on the other side. Samhain, but if its the most powerful night of the
year then i figure the energies of this time should
I started seeing ghosts and visions from an early be manifested.
age, even before i knew myself as a Vampyric
person, even before i awakened most past life So many of us, vampyres included like to pretend
memories. and make believe and those who are real need
too stop and think whom and what they really
Both started occurring about age 16, and have are, come to terms and acceptance with it and
only been increasing ever since. prepare too live life on the other side.
Many will argue it is impossible too do but I have Only you can decide if you will blink from
been since able too meet with others via email existence once your life is done, or go to Source
and IM and based on what they tell me pull their to reincarnate or continue on in some form.
memories out of the ether for them to ponder
and think upon. Learn now before that time on how too pierce
through the Veil.
As a Seer and or meduim I try and not give
everything away, but I am a pretty in depth
reader and when one does this one is opening a © 2006, Yara Nightshade
channel. One can not rush that channel or that
voice and one can not tell it to shut its mouth,
just like one can not ask for more information.
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The ONLY influence I ever HOPE comes through My strength as an artist, is that I'm media
is that of the Angel of Death directly. I am NEVER adaptable. I can make something out of almost
influenced by trends or fads. I like to think I've anything you throw at me. I NEVER EVER listen
created a few along the way though. to "art rules". If someone tells me it "can't be
done", or "that's not the way to do it.", I'm
Do you remember the first piece of art that BOUND to prove them wrong, and I'm not afraid
you did? of bucking the current art "trends". I've never
been a "follower" and don't plan on being so
Sheesh! Not really. But I DO remember the first anytime soon.
painting of Azrael that I did when I was 10.
It wasn't very well done, but it pleased me allot As a person? I'm a stubborn, pig-headed control
back then. freak. I need to steer my OWN destiny or I'll get
ugly. I also like to think I help people when I can.
Do you have a favorite piece?
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I fear that your improving health does not Aine was sitting in the bed, the silky sheets
bring me joy right now. Oh, I do wish for your full pooled around her waist baffled by what she just
health to return so that we may ramble through read. He was turned in 1891, she thought
this world. It is just, well, you will see soon if you stunned. She had heard all the lore about
have the strength to survive. You are, in fact, in vampires never dying and could be really old, but
she never believed it to be true. Then again, she
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hadn't believed vampires were real until she saw You need serious help! Have you been
Wynter's fangs flash in the dark night and felt stalking me since I applied for that job in your
them when he brought her to this life. company? What have you been drugging me
with? Is that why you keep checking on me?
She read the letter through once more. What else have you been doing to me?
Certain phrases stuck in her mind this time.
Phrases like "your safety" and some unknown Aine threw the pen on the desk and stood.
person wanting to control her gave a slight sense She had just reached the door when it opened
of unease, but it was too distant for her to be and Wynter stepped inside.
concerned about right now. The phrase "you
have to take a life" gave her pause. She decided "Aine?" Wynter was surprised to see Aine out
to examine that later. The next phrase that of bed and dressed. He was puzzled by the look
caught her attention was "senior acquisitions of anger on her face. "You don't look like you're
manager." She wasn't too sure what that meant, feeling very good. You probably shouldn't be out
but she didn't recall seeing any kind of of bed yet."
acquisitions people on the payroll and began to
wonder if Wynter was keeping a second set of "You are out of your mind!" Aine all but
books. This didn't seem like something Wynter yelled at the handsome man standing between
would do, but how well did she know this man? her and freedom.
That thought gave her serious pause. She Wynter froze. "What has happened, Aine?"
knew very little of her employer and now she was
bound to him, perhaps for the rest of her life. "Why did you do this to me?" Aine swung
The next phrase that leapt up at her from the her arms wide to encompass the room. "How
page- "I come each day to gaze upon you and long did you stalk me?"
lightly touch your flesh." That raised goose
bumps along her bare arms. Had he been "I wasn't stalking you, Aine," Wynter said
stalking her this whole time, planning to turn her calmly. "The day you came in and applied for the
to his life since the day he hired her? Who was job, I thought you were an attractive woman.
to say this whole vampire thing was real and not Nothing more than that. Your references were
some delusion of his. He could be drugging her excellent as were your qualifications, but there
to keep her compliant and then feeding her this were other applicants more qualified than you."
stuff, this fantasy, until she believed him and
became just like him, just as deluded as he was. "So, why did you hire me?" Aine walked
away from Wynter to stand near the heavily
She had to get out of there. She had to get covered window.
away. She flung the papers away and leapt from
the bed. The room spun and she clung to the "I felt a connection when I shook your hand."
curtains around the bed until it stopped.
Swallowing down the bile that had rushed up her "So, you did hire me for some reason beyond
throat, she carefully walked to the closet. my job skills," Aine snapped. She folded her
arms around her to prevent herself from
After dressing with the first pieces of clothing attacking Wynter.
she saw, she left the closet and walked by the
bed. Wynter's letter grabbed her attention. She "You could say that. I was more concerned
reached across the bed and picked up all three about you being able to fulfill your job duties
sheets and went to the desk. She withdrew a than any attraction I felt for you," Wynter's heart
sheet of paper and wrote down the thoughts that was hurting. He stuck his hands in the pockets
had been swirling in her head while she dressed. of his slacks. He wanted to take her in his arms
and convince her he was sane and that he hadn't
Wynter, tricked her in anyway. "Is that why you think I
am out of my mind?"
This is just the extreme of too far. Vampires
don't exist! They are myths and legends used to "Just one of the reasons." Aine stared at
explain the bad things that used to happen to Wynter. His shoulders were bunched like he was
people long ago. You must have drugged me preparing to defend himself from a physical
that night and have kept me drugged, feeding attack. "What did you use on me that night?"
me your delusions in the letters you left for me.
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"I didn't use anything on you, Aine." "I rarely go out in the sun. When I have to I
Wynter's voice was hollow sounding to his own wear thick amounts of special sunscreen and
ears. cover as much of my skin as I can. I wear dark
glasses to protect my eyes. I have even used an
"Yes, you did," Aine moved her hair aside umbrella if I have to be in the sun for any length
and pointed at the scars forming on her neck. of time."
"What did you use to do this to me? What did
you give me to make me so tired and sick?" That made Aine pause a moment. "What do
people say when they see you with an umbrella
Wynter took a few cautious steps toward in the sun?"
Aine. "Those scars were made by my teeth,
Aine. I am a vampire. I have sharp fangs that I Wynter shrugged. "I tell them I had a bad
use to pierce the arteries of my victims so I may case of skin cancer and stay out of the sun as
drink their blood." He was about five feet away much as possible so it doesn't come back. Most
from Aine. He lifted his lip so Aine could see the people believe me. Those who don't just think I
teeth he spoke of. am eccentric. I'm rich, so I can have
eccentricities."
"There are dentists who can make those.
I've seen the ads online." Aine sneered at "I don't believe you." Aine spun around and
Wynter. "You need psychological help. Vampires ripped the curtains open.
aren't real."
She screamed as her skin began to burn and
"Vampires are real, Aine. I am one and you pain filled her being. She dropped to her knees
are becoming one. I didn't drug you that night. to escape the burning rays of light she had
I haven't been drugging you. What you have released into the room. She was barely aware of
been experiencing is caused by the vampire virus Wynter rushing by her to jerk the curtains closed.
taking over your body, changing you, making you She didn't hear the magnets the held the curtains
into a vampire." securely closed bounce and click together. She
felt blessed relief when darkness shrouded her,
Aine rolled her eyes and decided not to do cutting off the sunlight pouring over her.
that again as the room spun once more. She
squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed down the She lay sobbing, curled in a tight ball,
bile that threatened. "Is it daylight out?" she rocking slightly. She didn't fight Wynter when he
asked with her eyes still closed. rolled her over and lifted her into his arms. She
didn't fight when he lay her on the bed and
"Yes," Wynter said cautiously. gently pulled her hands away from her face.
"So, aren't vampires supposed to be asleep Aine gasped when her hands came away
during the day?" Aine looked at Wynter. pulling little bits of raw skin with them. Her tears
burned as they washed over her ruined skin. She
"If they choose to sleep during the day, they heard Wynter turn on the light, but kept her eyes
may. Just like humans. I don't sleep very much closed.
and haven't for a long time." Wynter took
another step toward Aine. "Oh, Aine," Wynter said and left her side.
"The stories say vampires can't go out in the Aine heard him moving in the bathroom, the
sun. Is that true?" Aine took a step backward. clink of glass bottles, and the swoosh of drawers
quickly opening and closing.
"Yes, that is true. Aine, you really should go
lay down." Wynter took another step toward When she heard him place things on the
Aine. bedside table, she peeked at him. She gasped
when she saw his ravaged face and hands.
"I'm not laying down, I'm leaving." She took
another step away from Wynter. She could feel "Will you let me care for your injuries?"
the heavy curtains brushing her back. "If Wynter asked.
vampires can't go out in the sun, how come you
do?" "I'm so sorry, Wynter. You got hurt because
of me." Aine began to cry harder.
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"I've been hurt worse before and will sadness in his eyes. She nodded when Wynter
probably be hurt worse than this again. Actually, held the dropper up.
your injuries are more severe and I am
concerned about them." Wynter carefully Wynter was right, the drops did burn and
removed her shirt and bra. Dropping them to the Aine inhaled a breath with a hiss. "It's not so
floor, he picked up a bottle of oil. "Because you bad, Wynter."
haven't had blood yet, I am worried about the
way you will heal. I don't want you to have "That's good then. It means your eyes were
scars." not damaged too much." He sealed the bottle
and placed it on the table. He picked up the rest
"I deserve them for my stupidity and lack of of the first aid supplies and took them back to
faith in you," she said with anguish. the bathroom.
"No, Aine," Wynter sighed. "I will take some Aine blinked rapidly, trying to not cry and
responsibility for what happened. I should have wash out the medicine in her eyes. She fumbled
made sure you truly believed. It is over. Think with her bandaged hands to remove the pants
of it as a lesson learned." Wynter poured some she still wore.
of the oil onto a piece of gauze and tenderly
applied it to her injured skin. Wynter walked to her side and helped her get
undressed. He didn't say a word but picked up
Aine flinched at his touch and the pain it her clothes and went into the closet. Wynter
caused. As the oil covered her burns, she felt the carefully checked the curtain after he left the
pain lessen. She could smell a strong herbal closet.
scent. The smell was neither pleasant nor was it
bad, but it did cover the horrid stench of burned "You need to rest more, Aine." Wynter leaned
meat, her own skin, that filled the space around against the post at the end of the bed.
her.
"Wynter, I am so sorry," Aine said, blinking
Wynter finished applying the oil to her face to stop crying.
and neck and began putting it on her arms and
hands. When he was done with her injuries, he "You can put more drops in if you cry."
took a moment to put the oil on his own wounds.
Aine sniffed. "Okay. Wynter?" She stopped,
Setting aside the oil soaked gauze, he picked unsure what she wanted to say. "You are angry
up a roll of clean, white gauze and began with me."
wrapping it around Aine's hands and arms.
"Yes and no," Wynter sighed heavily. "I
"This will help keep the oil on your hands know you are sorry, too. You need to decide
while you rest. I don't think your face will need what you are sorry for." Wynter turned and
it, though," Wynter's voice was calm, but still walked to the door.
held his sadness.
"Wynter," Aine called.
Once Wynter was finished with the gauze, he
picked up another bottle. Aine saw it was cobalt He stopped at the door, but didn't turn
blue and had a dropper top on it. around. "We will talk the next time you are
awake and I am here. Get some rest." Wynter
"These are drops to help heal any damage closed the door quietly leaving Aine alone with
your eyes might have. The drops hurt at first. her thoughts.
That means they are working. This medicine
needs to be put in several times a day until your Aine tried to roll on her side and cry, but her
eyes don't burn anymore when the drops touch injuries kept her on her back. After she had cried
them." Wynter opened the bottle and looked to herself out, she gently bloated her cheeks. With
see if Aine was ready. clumsy hands, she put more drops in her eyes
and turned off the light.
Aine swallowed and thought the drops
wouldn't hurt as much as the sun had. She also Alone with her thoughts in the dark, she lay
thought they wouldn't hurt as much as her heart staring at the canopy for a long time. She could
did each time she saw Wynter's injuries and the hear soft sounds of Wynter moving in the rooms
beyond the one she lay in. Finally, sleep claimed
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her and released her from her thoughts for a Hunger stirred to life in her belly. She
short time. inhaled deeply and could smell the blood in the
glass and nearly ripped it from Wynter's hand.
She pulled the glass to her mouth and began to
take greedy gulps.
Chapter Five
"Slowly, Aine, you will make yourself sick,"
Aine awoke to the feel of a damp cloth being Wynter tipped the glass back so Aine would slow
smoothed over her eyes. She knew Wynter was her drinking.
tending her injuries, without having to completely
wake up or even open her eyes. She vaguely "More," Aine requested when Wynter took
remembered Wynter doing the same thing once the now empty glass away.
or twice after she fell asleep.
"Let's see if you can keep that down first,"
Aine half-opened her eyes when she felt Wynter lightly stroked his fingers over Aine's
Wynter shift of the bed. She watched him set injured cheek. "It is not unusual for vampires to
aside the cloth on the bedside table the rise. get sick the first time they drink blood."
Next to the cloth was a fat wine glass filled "Why is that?" Aine asked, looking up at
with dark red liquid. Instinctively, she knew it Wynter's face.
wasn't wine.
"Sometimes, it is because of having an
"Oh, good, you are awake," Wynter said, empty stomach and other times it is the fact the
then he changed positions to sit next to Aine. vampire is drinking blood and can't deal with
"How are you feeling?" that."
"Stupid," Aine said with a sigh. Aine stared up at Wynter's face. His skin
was nearly healed. She could see small traces of
"I understand," Wynter said softly. "You do the burns she had caused him to receive, but
not need to feel stupid, Aine. You are not stupid nothing like the ravaged skin she could feel on
in the least. What is done, is done. Focusing on her own face.
it won't change what happened. I also said you
may feel the need to take your anger out on me. As she watched, Wynter's eyes moved over
Think of this as a lesson learned and your anger her face, she could feel a tingling in her skin
released." where she had been burned by the sun.
Wynter put a gentle finger over Aine's lips Triumph flashed in Wynter's eyes before he
when she opened them to reply. shifted to lay Aine back on the pillows.
He helped her sit up and supported her to "Wynter," Aine said. "Are you leaving?"
lean against him.
"You need to rest more so we can see if the
"I'm not sure if this will work, but you are not blood will help you recover," Wynter said at the
healing as well as I think you should. Even slow door. "I will be here when you wake up."
for a regular human," he said in a distracted way.
He picked up the goblet and held it not far from Aine frowned with disappointment, but
Aine's mouth. settled more comfortably into the bed.
"This is blood, as fresh as I could manage. The tingling she felt in the skin on her cheek
Do you think you can drink it?" He asked, looking spread to all the injuries she had. She had to
into her eyes. fight the urge to scratch at the tingling. It felt
like tiny bugs were running around under her
"I'm not sure, but I will trust you, now. If skin. It was a felling the bordered on unpleasant
you think this will help me heal, then I will drink and unbearable and tolerable and annoying.
all I can." Aine eyed the glass. She remembered
the coppery taste of blood when she had sucked She flopped on to her back and stared at the
on a sore on her finger from a paper cut. canopy overhead, forcing her hands to remain
still on the bedding. While she stared at the
canopy, she thought of what had happened in her
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life. She was proud of her accomplishments in been the one she had been looking for. She had
school. She knew her parents would have been been able to finish her schooling twice as fast as
proud, too, if they had lived to see her graduate she had been if she had been working for a
from college. traditional nine-to-five company. Her new
paycheck quickly paid off the rest of her loans
That day had been bittersweet for Aine. She and she was finally able to breath easier knowing
had arrived late in her parents lives, much to she didn't have a huge debt hanging over her
their surprise. They had doted on her, but she head.
didn't grow up as spoiled child, obnoxious and
mean or shallow. Her parents had sacrificed The gift Wynter had given her when she
much while she was growing up to see that she graduated was a huge check. Aine had been
had the best education they can provide. Her floored. She asked her co-workers if he had
father had been employed by a company in China given them money (Aine didn't say how much
and had moved his small family there. Growing Wynter had given her) for graduating or other
up in China had been an interesting experience special events. They told her he was always a
for Aine. Aine's mother would drive them in their generous employer and had given many of them
tiny car to the next city to make sure Aine would money during their employment. All the
get the best education possible. Aine grew up employees had positive and supportive things to
with the usual experiences as most children, say about their employer.
simply in another language.
She felt a physical twinge of regret she had
Aine's father retired and moved them back to not trusted him and ended up hurting them both.
America during Aine's third year in high school. She pushed those thoughts away and tried to
Because of the differences in the education focus on the warm mood she had been in and
systems between the two countries, she was able concentrated her thoughts on the positive.
to graduate at the end of that school year.
Aine had used the money to put a down
Tragedy struck that year. Aine's mother payment on a new-to-her car.
passed that winter due to pneumonia.
Aine smiled as she remembered the pleasure
Aine put her education on hold to get a job to she felt at having a new car, even though it
help pay for medical bills that had accumulated meant a car payment after not having one for so
during her mother's sickness. After a couple of long. With these thoughts and memories, she
years, Aine was able to start college part-time drifted off to sleep.
and was close to receiving her diploma when
tragedy struck once more.
Wynter left Aine with thoughts he had not
A celebrating driver, drunk and tired, had run had in a long time, of that day when he died only
a light and took his life and left her father nearly to find a new life. The last time Wynter
bed ridden because of his injuries and age. considered this was when he was in Inverness.
There was little need after his discovery there.
Aine put her schooling on hold once more, to Yet, Aine was the first, perhaps the only person,
care for her father and help him recover. She he would have him join in this life.
spent her free time helping him with his physical
therapy. A year after the car accident, she was
able to bring her father home from the nursing It was a very warm day in May with the sun
home he had been moved to after leaving the shining down upon the ground fresh with life
hospital. Three months later, Aine walked into from the spring growth. The road Wynter
her father's room to wake him for the day and traveled was small but well used. He was going
discovered he had passed of a heart attack to see the small parish he would soon be charged
during the night. with keeping their souls safe. Christ Church in
Bethel, Vermont was small but still it would be
Devastated, Aine had sold the house. The his charge.
money she received for the house and from his
life insurance policy went far to paying off the Wynter thought he was nearing the town
medical bills and Aine's student loans. Aine based upon the landmarks he was told, so he
worked through her grief and eventually went dismounted the horse he rode. The thought of
back to school. The opportunity to work for entering the town walking, being humble, would
Wynter Cruento and his import company had set the right tone for his arrival. Long shadows
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He was about to turn around when he saw "I do not understand," Wynter said. He was
them -- two large timber wolves. Why hadn't his still confused but relieved like coming out of a
horse warn him? How could they be so close? nightmare where the two worlds are still
Wynter looked back to see that his horse was commingled.
calm and her eyes unfocused. As he was backing
away, he tried to pull the horse along but she He did not yet know that he was still in the
would not move. As painful as it was, he decided nightmare.
to leave the animal behind with the hope that the
wolves would simply take the easier prey. The tall man said, "You have been chosen by
the master." There was bitterness in his voice as
Wynter backed away slowly but the wolves if he was told by his mother to share his toys
maintain the same distance to him passing the with a stranger. He continued, "Come with us
horse without a glance. Were these wolves really and the master will explain his gift to you."
demons come to kill him? The thought seemed
ridiculous, yet had the merit of the only reason The other one retorted, "The master must
he could give. He would believe that for many have the wrong man, this one is too slow."
years to come.
Before Wynter could say anything, a voice
They kept coming, looking at him as if there came from behind him. It was a strong voice with
was only one thought behind those yellow, a heavy accent Wynter could not quite place.
glowing eyes.
"It is not your place to question me," said the
His fear got to him. Turning, Wynter ran back voice and as if to answer an often-asked
down the path, looking for a tree to climb up or question, "that is why you have not been chosen
some other means of escape. Once he started nor will you by questioning my orders."
running, there was no other thought. As the
forest grew dark and Wynter's strength was Wynter turned towards the voice as if
fading, his hopes raised seeing two men standing commanded to do so and could see the man now.
along the path.
He was short but stocky wearing bright
He ran to them. Stopping just short, yelling, colors that seemed so out of place in the forest
"Wolf-- no wolves, behind me." that had grown dark with the sun just below the
mountains. At first, the man looked like a gypsy
The men just smiled. but Wynter did not think so. The man's skin was
darker and the accent was from Eastern Europe
Wynter turned but nothing was coming along but the clothes were an illusion, he wanted
the path. When he looked at the men again they people to think he was a gypsy. Wynter had
were still smiling but not out of humor at the spent time with his family in Europe and
man who just cried wolf but with something something seems wrong with the man's
colder, sinister. appearance, which worried him.
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Before Wynter could speak, the man dashed Will Aine and Wynter be able to reconcile and
at him and pulling him down to his knee. The move forward in their new lives together? Check
man's hands were strong. With one on his back and see what Angela Pearson has in store
shoulder and one on the back of his head turning for Wynter and Aine and read their Red Letters of
it to one side, Wynter was forced to kneel before love.
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Daughters of the Night model which is easy to play with and not as
By Goddess Rosemary dangerous, like our female praying mantis.
Matriarch House of Sahjaza Examples of this are Martha Stewart, Coco
-------------------------- Chanel and others who when achieved power and
As a daughter of the night with the moons wealth and, be they of the vampire culture or
natural pull on the cycles of women, are they not, are seen as women who are cold and
then more natural to become calculating and the world loves to take them
vampires/vampyres, because they are down and see them scattered on the cold
predisposed to bleed and therefore blood play? pavement or land face first in the mud. Why is it
we all secretly loved (the sales rates betray the
In “Metamorphoses of the Vampire” by lip “dis-service”), Christina Aguilera in her video
Baudelaire, which was written in 1852, was for “Dirty”? She looked totally hot, sexy and
censored for his first edition of poetry titled powerful yet we berated her on her choice of
appropriately “Flowers of Evil”, (1857), woman apparel but she was watched and desired and
was extra sexual in nature, a sphinx that drained struck that primitive chord just like Madonna did,
her husband’s juices and life blood with her and Britney in her “Slave for You” stance…. The
abundant sexual desires, like a praying mantis sexual and vampyristic portrayal of a strong
she literally sexed him to death. Coiling like a sexual woman, be it dominate or submissive, still
snake with fluid lips….she shocked the very having the power to seduce and to be the
marrow from his bones… having gorged itself on seductress - the one in charge. And yet is this
blood. Naturally this woman was a prostitute and not really the true rule of nature? Is this not the
therefore allowed the extra sexual prowess. path that nature designed? The real way that we
were designed is with the female as the dominant
Pleasures of the body in works of fiction are often party, the one who says yes or no and the one
paid for in the price of death particularly a that the man chases and has throughout the
woman with sexual desires, and she must pay for centuries to ensure procreation. And yet we just
her lewd activity with the price of her death, at do not allow that to be said. It’s a secret, but if
least in the 1800, to 1900’s of classic literature. you look at advertising and movies, books,
And the classification of blood lust generally was television, the real sexual message portrays
associated with madness and a certain sensuality itself; that what is natural for a woman is a
enough to suck the reader in, pun intended. predatory stance.
And now to be a temptress and have the sexual The soft breasted mother, the talon clawed
prowess and seduction of one and a coquette monster that rips your heart out, and is the
who loves to dance taking all risks and allowing sphinx, the destroyer, the real beast, the
herself to enjoy her sexual nature to the fullest, vampire.
and not hold guise to her wanton lusts she must
surely be a beast or an enchanted vampire, and Why is it that there are classifications of women
so perhaps she is…..and so if, she has the thirst as angels or whores? Does this not verify what I
for blood and sex and power. What is she in am saying? I believe that it does if you reflect on
today’s environment? In business if she is it for a moment or two.
successful then she is a bitch or power hungry
and the adjectives to describe her are not the Each generation tries to subdue the very
kind applied to those more becoming of a role dangerous power of a woman, the most powerful
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force on earth, the elixir, the very thing that become Eve having tasted the apple, take into us
makes the beast the man. The strong one of the what is offered and enjoy it. Be it sexual
species weak on his knees as no other drug or pleasures or other material goods and enjoy it
element or thing can do. She alone is able to fully and thoroughly with out guilt, and if our
draw from him his power, his very life’s essence, night dress be stained with sperm or blood enjoy
and render him weak and useless before her. the road before us. It’s ours for the making.
And so who is the strong one and why do men
bother to try to reason with her powers? In Krafft-Ebing’s “Psychopathia Sexualis”, a
Just for face or for ego? Or perhaps they are just married man presented himself to his wife who
not aware of the futility of their efforts. And so was “young and nervous”. First he had to make a
we have saints and devils/vampire, virgin and cut on his arm; she would suck the blood and
whore, and man ever pliable before each of having done so she would immediately become
them. sexually excited. And they were able only then to
have intercourse. Krafft-Ebing commented that it
We have the early and strange medical was a case as of the widespread legend of
treatments that hold testament to the thirst for vampires. The origin, he stated, may be related
blood by women who were suffering from anemia in sadistic facts. And so the taste of blood
and blood was the prescribed treatment of the affecting this woman, turning her into an
day in the 1800’s. This led to tales of bloodlust insatiable maniac desiring sex, could be an
and is there still a need for this nourishment for example of vampirism. I always wondered
something lacking in our diet? Did this history exactly what Salvidor Dali was saying when he
build in some of us the wanton thirst and lust for often quoted the phrase “eat to be eaten”, was
blood and blood drinking? Is it purely a fetish for he just talking about food? I don’t think so.
blood, a blood sport or something deeper, a
bonding of the two individuals on a spiritual By the 1900’s a female vampire became a
level? A way of denoting a caste system; you depiction of everything negative. In Rudyard
drink of me there for you are me. You drink of Kipling’s writing she was a gold digger who was
me and therefore you are bound to me. only after money, just as hungry for coins as for
blood. Though her looks changed somewhat now
The night and the moon bring out the animalistic in literature as she gained beauty and could
nature of us all and the effects on women are almost be a visual of a virgin, however, with an
strong in their cycles as is the pull of the oceanic ungodly unnatural bloody appetite for sex and
tides, as is it on us all, but the picture of the life’s blood, always portrayed in the negative in
woman under the moon with her talons ripping regards to sex, money and power, (and what was
flesh and spilling her blood is the one we’re said of men who wished for these things at this
looking at right now, or the blood of her victim. time). Another note is that oftener then not, her
In other articles we will look at the masculine hair became long and dark or black and she
side of bloodlust but this article is reserved for worked during the night more often then not a
the feminine side of the Daughters of the Night. prostitute. These days were full of fear of things
not understood and sexual diseases which were
The female persona of the vampire/vampyre is past on without knowing more information, and
the eternal animal, natural animalistic instincts so were attributed to women with abnormal
within a woman. And in the fiction of the 1800 prowess and appetites.
and 1900’s, for the most part, she is awarded a
fiendish demeanor with no redeeming qualities as And what shall we write of today? Dare to come
in the tale of the playful and rather dapper to the awful moment of abject surrender then we
“Dracula”. She is a total beast and is only out for shall see. What will be written of the feminine
the kill, never seeking any mate of long standing. appetite for sex and power and more? Only time
It is Dracula who laments for lost love and will tell. Come here and sit with me awhile and
eternal companionship. we will talk of many things, come closer and I
shall whisper in your ear, come here my sweet
She is more like a cat with a snarl and claws. Like how good smells the luster of your skin, and can
Lucy Westerna when turned into the undead she you see yourself reflected in my eyes? Come, let
gives a wanton smile and attacks like a fiend. me taste you come, come with me back to my
I suggest that we become the new women and temple and let’s toast the night and greet the
adopt the stance of the past and do the dawn. Let’s see where we are. Come! Come with
proposing ourselves, and call a spade a spade a Daughter of the Night!
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to embrace. Embrace our animalistic past and © 2006, Z/n Inc & Goddess Rosemary
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Reviews
Phantacie: Welcome to Swamp’s End amoral at best. What are we to make of them?
Authors: Angela Pearson and Crystal Ordonez. Are they going to be the “heroes” of the story?
Pages: 304 Well yes, over time the reader will find these
Review By William Blumberg characters likeable. They are surviving in a world,
where a line is drawn between good and evil, by
When Phantacie: Welcome to Swamp’s End not taking sides. Yet I would suggest that they
arrived in the mail, I was wondering what know full well that their continued survival is
changes and additions I would find there. I was dependant upon the forces of good to win…well
not disappointed. I had the opportunity to review perhaps not so much as win as forestalling any
a preview copy of this book. I also received a kind of evil calamity overtaking the world they
proof copy before it was sent in for publication. I live in. These people show true loyalty to those
was happy to find a prolog added to Phantacie: whom they consider friends, generous to those
Welcome to Swamp’s End illustrating the they feel deserving, and engage in relationships
deadliness of this world’s inhabitants. that may seem unconventional and yet works.
For those who cross them, there is a violent end
This is the first book in a series of fantasy books, often one of their own making.
which introduces the reader to the world of
Phantacie and more specifically the town of The book does contain some typographic errors
Swamp’s End. The title is an indication of the but nothing too distracting. The graphics in the
word play that is evident throughout the novel. printed copy did not translate well to black and
The reader will also note the influence of J.K. white. The digital version shows them with full
Rowlins and her Harry Potter series. However, color and is lovely but some simple line drawings
Phantacie is strictly for adults with violence and may have serviced the printed copy better. The
sex throughout the book. use of Latin, called Old Phantic in the book, is
interesting by adding some foreign element into
The book follows the story of Elodia Phelan who the world but still allowing the reader to translate
has intruded upon the live of Delphian Grimm the words if they so wish. I enjoyed it but others
and his only friends, Amethyst and Vendois may simple skip over it with no loss in
Severi. She is disconcerting for all of them. They understanding what is going on.
are just not sure where she fits into their world
and what to do if she becomes a threat. Elodia is So Phantacie is filled with sex, violence,
an outsider even when compared with Delphain, monsters, magic, and books. Yes, books for the
Amethyst and Vendois. This is a story not of self- main characters are precious and I would suspect
discovery but more of discovery of the other. One they are for the authors too. Some of the other
in which Elodia, always feeling the pains of being more subtle undertones include a wide array of
an outsider is unsure, and even more unaware, what some would deem alternative way of life.
that people can care about her. Yet her destiny This would include gay and lesbian themes,
seems to rest with these people, now all that is unconventional domestic arrangements, and Neo-
to be seen is if her need for revenge outweighs Pagan religion. All of which are present in today’s
her heart. culture and are becoming more mainstream.
There are two main backdrops of Phantacie – Overall the book was interesting with some
Severi’s bookstore and town morality. Yet at the mystery, which a good reader should be able to
heart of this tale are consequents of actions, put together before the secrets are revealed like
luck, and the reality of a world that is not kind a good puzzle. I am looking forwards to more
while still finding its beauty and perhaps even stories with these characters and the town of
love. Phantacie is a place filled with magic, Swamp’s End. Pearson and Ordonez have an
secrets, death, and hope. There are sentient interesting backdrop to work from. This is
magical creatures such as dark elves and beneficial because their fans will be asking for
vampires along with humans. Some humans can more, more, more as Elodia does in one of the
perform magic and therefore are included in the more provocative scenes.
sphere of magical beings. ----------------------------------
© 2006, William Blumberg
Pearson and Ordonez have their own way of
creating characters and ideas. This is where their If you would like to obtain a copy of:
strength is located. Phantacie’s first chapter Phantacie: Welcome to Swamp's End
introduces us to the main characters that are You can find it here:
http://www.lulu.com/content/308719
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The Artists:
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Vampire & Energy Work We realize these surveys (VEWRS & AVEWRS)
Research Survey are lengthy, and that they call for a serious
investment of time and thought. Many months of
development and countless hours of editing and
The Vampire & Energy Work Research Survey review have gone into the writing of these
(VEWRS) & the Advanced Vampirism & Energy surveys. We have done our best to put together
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and now available in either online or printed form the community, will help provide answers to
at: questions that vampires have been asking for
years, and will allow our community to be
www.vampiresurvey.com understood better by others. This is a rare
chance for those who are willing to put forth the
The final release of the VEWRS comprises 379 effort to benefit the entire community. Keeping in
questions, covering 11 primary categories, and mind the scope of this project, please do not
spans 74 pages. request a copy if you feel you are not up to the
task. To maintain the integrity of the data, we
The final release of the AVEWRS comprises 609 need as many surveys to be returned to us as
questions, covering 5 primary categories, and possible. This is an effort by the community and
spans 139 pages. for the community - no loyalty of affiliation, bias,
or preferential consideration is taken into account
in the pursuance of this community study. The
results of these surveys will be published in 2007
as an expansive study.
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