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22/05/2026
Lamaddia Di Verney
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My mind would not stop returning to Belladonna.

Who had screamed in the garden's ? Had it been her ? Or someone els entirely ?

Then something els caught my attention.

The young footman who had stood beside Amy during dinner wandered slowly through the gardens below. Even from a distance there was something deeply unnatural in the way he moved.
His eyes appeared fixed and glass-like, his body swaying slightly as though he walked within a trance.

I watched him approach the French doors leading into the western wing.

A light briefly appeared beyond the glass.

The doors opened.

The footman stepped silently inside.

Then darkness swallowed everything once more.

I could make no sense of it.

Exhausted and heavy with brandy, I eventually collapsed across the end of my bed and fell asleep.

By morning Hollowmere Hall was in a complete uproar.

Amy had vanished.

And during the night, the young footman had died in his sleep.

The news was delivered to me by Edmund's butler, who appeared deeply shaken by the entire affair. He admitted quietly that both he and Mrs Thornton, the household cook, had promised Amy's parents the girl would be protected whilst in service at Hollowmere Hall.

Yet now she was gone.

Every belonging remained untouched within her room, but there was no sign of the girl herself.

As for the footman, the doctor concluded the poor young man had died from severe anaemia or some weakness of the blood previously unnoticed.

I said nothing regarding what I had witnessed the night before.

The police spent much of the day questioning guests and servants throughout the estate, myself included, yet I lied and claimed I seen nothing unusual at all.

They quickly decided that Amy had most likely run away, perhaps with some local young man, whilst the footman's death was dismissed as a tragic but natural illness.

Still, I could not forget the strange expression in the young man's eyes as he wandered through the gardens towards Belladonnas chambers.

The following day's passed in something of a blur.

Guests continued enjoying Hollowmere Hall whilst Edmund himself remained entirely absent from public view. Whenever I attempted to see my friend, Belladonnas servants immediately prevented it, insisting Lord Edmund was far too unwell to receive visitors.

Belladonna herself appeared only occasionally.

And whenever she did, I found myself helplessly drawn towards her despite everything.

I attempted conversation repeatedly, desperate somehow to get close to her again, yet she barely acknowledged my presence at all.

Oddly enough, that wounded me more deeply than it should have.

Yet night after night I continued observing her slipping quietly from Hollowmere Hall after midnight, dressed only in that pale flowing nightdress.

At last I made my decision.

I was going to follow Belladonna into the darkness and discover exactly what she was doing.

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Adain
12:31 May 22 2026

Poor Amy. Lost to the void. Hey, maybe she'll turn up vamped! That'll be fun. Love this story.

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Lamadia79
18:30 May 22 2026

Thank you more to come soon

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dracken
19:02 May 22 2026

She waits outside in the Dark every night ;)

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Lamadia79
19:05 May 22 2026

She does ;)

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DrHyde
19:23 May 22 2026

I want to see her tonight in the garden, and catch the naughty woman ;)

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Lamadia79
19:27 May 22 2026

You just might ;)

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Lamaddia Di Verney 21/05/2026
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After dinner I retired once more to my apartments, though rest proved impossible.
The evening had unsettled me deeply.

I worried constantly for Edmund, yet despite my concern, my thoughts remained hopelessly consumed by Belladonna. Never before had I encountered anyone so beautiful. There was something about her that seemed to ache within me, and I despised myself for it.

She was the wife of my closes friend.

And yet every part of me longed for her attention.

Hoping brandy would might quiet the increasingly dishonourable thoughts forming within my mind, I stepped out onto the balcony adjoining my rooms and poured myself another glass.

It was then I noticed light spilling from an apartment across the western wing of the house.

Edmund and Belladonnas chambers.

The french doors stood partly open to the warm night air, and even at a distance I fancied I could almost smell Belladonna's perfume drifting faintly across to me.

Then I noticed Amy, the young housemaid.

She wandered slowly throughout the room carrying garments and various personal items, though there existed something strangely absent in her expression, almost as though she moved within a dream from which she could not fully awaken.

Then Belladonna appeared.

Even now gentlemen, I could still remember the sight of her.

She had changed into a long white nightdress of extraordinary delicate almost transparent delicate fabric which clung softly against her pale form, exposing her bare arms and the graceful line of her throat and shoulders.

I could not look away.

Indeed, the thoughts occupying my mind were even more shameful than before.

Belladonna seated herself before the dressing table whilst Amy began slowly brushing out her long golden hair.

The room almost seemed unnaturally silent.

Then gradually I noticed Amy's hands lingering upon Belladonnas shoulder's, softly tracing downwards along her arms whilst Belladonna watched her reflection within the mirror with the faintest suggestion of amusement upon her lips.

A strange feeling came over me then.

Surely I could not possibly be witnessing what I believed I was witnessing.

Yet moments later Belladonna rose from the chair, gently placed both hands against Amy's face, and kissed her with unmistakable intimacy.

The sight stunned me completely.
Then suddenly the light vanished.
Darkness swallowed them both.

I lowered myself heavily into a wicker chair upon the balcony and poured more brandy with trembling hands, desperate to drive the entire scene from my thoughts.

At some point exhaustion overtook me.

I awoke abruptly sometime near three in the morning to the sound of a woman screaming somewhere within the gardens below.

Disorientated, I rushed immediately toward the balcony railing, straining my eyes through the darkness.

At first I could see nothing.
Then movement emerged below amongst the trees.

Belladonna.
She wandered calmly back through the gardens alone, her pale nightdress drifting softly within the night breeze before she disappeared once more through the lower french doors leading into Hollowmere Hall.

I did not know if I was dreaming or if I had really seen Belladonna and heard a woman screaming in the darkness. Something strange was going on and I suspected Belladonna was the reason.

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Adain
09:27 May 21 2026

This is great. I'm enchanted by Belladonna. She's like a living being to me. I hope she has a happy ending, she sounds like a creature of true beauty and depth, despite needing to neck one or two of the locals.

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dracken
19:17 May 21 2026

Amy has become the first victim of Belladonna in the garden, who is going to be next I wonder.

Great suspense : )

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Lamadia79
19:25 May 21 2026

I think the next victim or victims will be a nice surprise ;)

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Lamadia79
19:26 May 21 2026

Thank you for kind comments hope everyone is enjoying a little summer victorian gothic vampire tale :)

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DrHyde
19:33 May 21 2026

Yes it's great, cant wait for the next part, just wondering, who is the next to go, and the funny besotted guy keeps watching Belladonna, totally Besotted by her mysterious behavior, that seems a little over confident, because She is a ..... wait for it ... we might find out soon

Great Story ; )

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Lamadia79
19:34 May 21 2026

Lets just say their will be three more victims and two will be very innocent VvvV

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DrHyde
19:45 May 21 2026

Will be waiting for the Screams

Great Job, Lamadia79

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Lamadia79
19:49 May 21 2026

Plenty of those to come
Thank you Doctor

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15/05/26
Lamaddia Di Verney
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As Edmund and Belladonna sat together apt the table, a magnificent dinner was brought out to us all by servants carrying silver platters beneath the chandelier light.

Guests repeatedly tried to engage Edmund in conversation, myself included, yet he seemed strangely distant throughout the evening. Or rather, I soon I soon began to realise Belladonna was not permitting him to speak.

Each time Edmund attempted conversation, Belladonnas pale finger's would brush softly across his hand or tighten lightly around his wrist, and immediately he would fall silent once more.

It was an interesting technique to say the least.

I also observed Belladonna herself never touched a single item placed before her.
Every dish brought to her was swiftly removed untouched by her two silent servants.
The manner in which she communicated with them unsettled me greatly.
She never spoke to either man not once.
Instead, she merely looked at them, and somehow they appeared immediately to understand precisely to what she desired.

Stranger still I could not stop looking at her myself.

Gentlemen, I have encountered beautiful women throughout my life- Actresses, aristocrats, ladies of remarkable refinement- yet none possessed the overwhelming presence of Belladonna Delaney.

She was unlike anyone I had seen before.

I found myself looking upon the wife of closest friend with thoughts no honourable man ought ever entertain.

At one point during dinner, one of the ladies attempted politely to engage Belladonna in conversation.

“So my dear you are from Styria?”
Belladonna glanced towards her, the expression in her dark eyes suggesting the question bored her completely, though she offered a faintly polite smile.

“Yes” she replied calmly “that is correct.”

“And your family name?”

Belladonna looked away entirely, clearly intending not to answer.
But then Edmund finally spoke.
“Her family name is Vargova.”
Belladonna turned sharply toward him.
The look she gave Edmund caused him to lower his eyes immediately like a scolded child.

An elderly gentleman further down the table suddenly smiled.

“Vargova? Ah yes. I believe I encountered that name once within a history of Styria. The Vargova family no longer exists.”

Belladonnas expression altered completely.
“Oh?” She asked softly. “Is that what your little history book told you?”
A cold silence followed her word's.

Another gentleman, clearly eager to relieve the tension, attempted to redirect the conversation elsewhere.

“My wife and I were just discussing, marriage” he announced awkwardly. “What a fine institution that is.”

Belladonna smirked faintly.
“Perhaps for the man,” she replied.
“Not so good for the woman.”

The entire room seemed to react once.

Several ladies gasped audibly whilst others exchanged deeply shocked looks across the table.
And yet all I could think was how much I admired her spirit and how every movement and look drove me to feel so much intense desire.

At last Belladonna rose gracefully from her chair.
“My husband and I must bid you all good evening now,” she said calmly. “I do hope you enjoy Hollowmere Hall's hospitality, though I fear Edmund has grown tired.”

I stood almost immediately

“Perhaps I could escort you and Lord Edmund back to the west wing.”
For the briefest moment, I found myself lost entirely within her dark eyes.

“That will not be necessary, Mr Harrigan,” she replied softly. “I believe I can manage my husband perfectly well without assistance.”
Then she smiled at me.

Even now gentlemen, I struggle to adequately describe what that smile did to me.

Belladonna took Edmund gently by the hand and led him away from the dining hall, her two servants following silently behind.

And I could do nothing except watch her disappear into the candlelit corridors beyond.

My evening alone in my own apartments that night was to prove lustful and unnerving all at the same time.

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Adain
18:08 May 15 2026

I'm so happy! Belladonna has arrived! I've been waiting for her!

She's just as I imagined she would be, down to a T.

I love this character, I can't wait to read about her exploits. It sounds like hubby is under her thumb. Par for the course there. Hopefully he'll take a few slaps, Lol, I love this.

Giggling away.

So cool.

I love reading your stories.

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dracken
19:46 May 15 2026

She is Quite a Character you created, great job : )

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Lamadia79
20:38 May 15 2026

Thank you next part has a little spice

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DrHyde
21:02 May 15 2026

Tips hat, Beautiful stuff

Go for it give it everything, it's there for the taking, get it out there Lamadia Di Verney

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Lamadia79
21:02 May 15 2026

Thank you kind Sir :)

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DrHyde
21:18 May 15 2026

Most Welcome ; ) DrHyde

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12/052026
Lamaddia Di Verney
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As dinner approached, I retired briefly to my apartments within the west wing before dressing in my finest evening attire and descending once more to the dinning hall.
The room itself already crowded.

As Edmund had promised, nearly half the aristocracy of the West Country appeared to have accepted his invitation to spend the summer at Hollowmere Hall.
Lords, ladies, businessmen, military officers and their wives filled the great dinning chamber beneath the glow of chandeliers whilst servants moved silently amongst them carrying silver trays of wine and champagne.

I appeared to be the only unmarried gentleman present.
And as always the only guest whose wealth had not arrived through inheritance.

I recognised the expressions immediately. The polite smiles. The faintly lowered voices. That familiar atmosphere of aristocratic discomfort when ever my name was mentioned aloud.

Ah yes
Harrigan
Lord Edmunds self made friend

The manner in which such people spoke those words often suggested they believed ambition itself might prove contagious.

As I made my way toward my place at the table my attention became drawn towards two of the younger servants. They appeared strangely distracted.

One was a young housemaid standing near the far wall holding a tray with almost dream like stillness.
Beside her stood a footman scarcely older than herself, equally vacant in expression. Neither appeared fully aware of their surroundings.
What disturbed me the most were their eyes.

There existed something unnatural within them. A strange absent quality, as though both had become detached somehow from the ordinary world around them.
I attempted to dismiss the observation immediately. Fatigue perhaps. Nothing more.
Yet the unease I had felt since arriving at Hollowmere Hall returned stronger than before.
Then the butler announced them.

“Lord Edmund Delaney and Lady Belladonna Delaney.”

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the room.
And then I saw her.

Even now, gentlemen I remember the audible reaction which passed through the dinning hall the moment Belladonna entered it.

People starred some openly. Others with carefully concealed horror. Yet nowhere els one could possibly look.
She was unlike any woman I had seen before.
Her hair-God help me-her hair was entirely unbound.

Great waves of pale golden hair cascaded freely past her shoulders and down her back, gleaming in the candlelight like molten silk. No respectable English lady would have appeared before company in such a manner.
Nor was that the worst of it.
Her shoulders remained entirely bare.
So too her arms and hands.
No gloves.
Not even a fan.
No jewellery beyond a single blood red stone resting at her throat.
Everything about this woman suggested complete moral abandonment.

And she carried herself with such impossible elegance that no one dared openly criticise her.
At her side walked Edmund.
Or rather…
Clung.
One hand remained fixed tightly around Belladonna's arm as though he feared he should lose her if he let go for even one moment.

I scarcely recognised him.
His complexion had become deathly the shadows beneath his eyes darker than I remembered, and there existed something profoundly unnatural in his expression.
He looked almost dream like.

The strange absence I had already noticed amongst the servants now lingered within Edmund himself.
Most disturbing of all was the fact that he barely acknowledged my presence whatsoever.
Ordinarily, Edmund would have crossed the room to greet me. Yet now his attention seemed entirely fixed upon Belladonna alone.

Only then did I notice the two men accompanying her.

Both stood several paces behind their mistress near the entrance of the hall. Dark haired solemn faced men of perhaps middle age, dressed not as ordinary servants but with a strange severity that made them seem appear almost ceremonial in nature.
Neither smiled.
Neither spoke.
They merely watched.

As the guests resumed their seats at the table an uncomfortable silence settled across across the room like a gathering storm.

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Adain
18:09 May 14 2026

I love how you create with words.

'Gleaming in the candlelight like molten silk.'

Suck a beautiful warm image.

I'll patiently look forward to visiting this world again.

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Adain
18:12 May 14 2026

"Such' not 'suck' dear me.

Freudian slip. I'm probably spending too much time on VR.

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DrHyde
22:11 May 14 2026

Love the Victorian 1800's Vibe, DrHyde

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Lamadia79
22:18 May 14 2026

Thank you for the kind words

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Lamaddia Di Verney 11/05/2026
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After my lengthy return journey from Vienna into the Devonshire countryside, my carriage at last approached the familiar grounds of Hollowmere Hall, the ancestral home of the Delaney family.

It was, I remember a beautiful summer afternoon.
The sky stood perfectly clear above rolling countryside, sunlight spilling warmly across the moors and distant hills. Their existed no obvious reason whatsoever for the unease that gradually settled upon me as we crossed the long driveway towards the house.

And yet I felt it all the same.
Something had changed.

Hollowmere Hall no longer possessed the same grandeur and vitality I remembered so well from previous visits. Though outwardly unchanged, the estate now seemed touched by some strange oppression I could neither explain nor entirely dismiss.

An atmosphere lingered there.
Something dark.
Something angry.
At first, I attempted to blame my imagination.

Travel exhausts the mind as much as the body, and I had spent to many days confined to trains, ships, and carriages. Yet the further we approached the house, the stronger the sensation became.

I noticed Ivy creeping across portions of the stone exterior where previously Edmund had ensured the walls remained immaculate. In the gardens beyond, several servants worked silently amongst flower beds I scarcely recognised.
Or rather recognised to well.
The flowers were dead.

I remembered how distinctly proud Edmund had always been of those gardens. Hollowmere Hall had been famous throughout the county. Yet now the earth appeared blackened in places, and the remaining flowers hung limp and colourless beneath the summer sun.

As the carriage came to halt before the entrance, the butler and a footman emerged almost immediately to greet me.
Neither appeared particularly pleased by my arrival.

The butler informed me, with his usual rigged politeness, that my apartments within the west wing had already been prepared.

I handed him my gloves asking him the question most immediately on my mind.
“Is Lord Edmund here?”

At this the butler hesitated. It was only for a moment. Yet I noticed it.

“Lord Edmund and his wife will be joining you and the rest of the guests at dinner Mr Harrigan.”

His expression as he spoke struck me as peculiar. Not fearful precisely… though certainly troubled.
I enquired if all the other guests had arrived.
“Yes Sir” the butler replied. “Several distinguished families are presently in residence.”
There was something faintly disapproving in the way he emphasised the word distinguished.

Even after years servants within aristocratic households possessed their own quiet methods of reminding me I had not been born amongst such company.

The moment I stepped into Hollowmere Hall, the strange oppressive sensation returned once more.
The house felt cold.
Not physically cold.
Something much worse.
As though life had somehow gone out of it.

And though I did not yet understand why, I remember thinking very clearly something in that house was terribly wrong.

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Adain
23:47 May 11 2026

You know, this story is great don't you?

I really hope you know that.

This part introduces a really eerie atmosphere, almost chilly, of something impending that the characters seem to aware of but not quite sure what.

You write with skill. It's a gift, and a pleasure to read.

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Lamadia79
23:51 May 11 2026

Thanks I appreciate the feed back.
I feel like I am improving

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Adain
00:07 May 12 2026

You're becoming more confident in your writing. I believe the skill is inherent within you. That's is yours, and always was. Some things are not meant to be learned, but to grow within, as your story, perhaps all it ever needed was someone to read it. People, to read it.

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Lamadia79
00:12 May 12 2026

It’s just taken a lot of practice research letting my imagination run wild.
I think I write better when Im going through a very emotional time. It allows my mind to be more creative.

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Adain
00:23 May 12 2026

I agree and believe emotion is a powerful tool when writing.

I have to leave for the moment. I'll catch up with you soon.

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Lamaddia Di Verney 11/05/2026.
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The events I now speak of began in early spring of 1880.
By that time Lord Edmund Delaney and I had already been close companions for three years.
Ours was perhaps an unlikely friendship in the eyes of society. Edmund belonged to one of the oldest aristocratic families in England, whilst I was merely the son of a poor family from the southern coast who had fought his way upward through ambition and business.

Yet Edmund always claimed he preferred my company precisely because I spoke honestly to him.

Most men treated him with excessive politeness on account of his title and fortune. I did not.
I believe he found that refreshing.

We travelled often together during those years pursuing various business ventures across Europe. Edmund possessed considerable inherited wealth, though little practical understanding of business itself, and so he frequently relied upon my judgement in such matters.

Physically we could not have appeared more different.

Edmund was fair haired, pale, and elegant in a distinctly aristocratic fashion so admired by English society, though years of ill health had left him looking perpetually delicate and exhausted. Even in youth there existed something strangely fragile about him.

As for myself I was well built with dark hair and blue eyes with a more robust constitution. I carried something altogether less refined about me than my companion. Society often noticed such differences immediately.
Edmund never did.

It was in early spring of that year we departed together for Vienna.

The journey at first was pleasant enough at first.
We travelled by rail through France and onward eastward across the continent, occupying a private carriage Edmund had secured for the occasion.
Yet as the days passed, I began noticing a change in him.
He had become distracted.

Throughout the journey he spent an extraordinary amount time reading letters which he carried constantly upon his person. More than once I observed him unfolding the same pages, repeatedly studying them with such fixed concentration that he scarcely seemed aware of his surroundings at all.
Conversation between us gradually became infrequent.
His thoughts were elsewhere.

At last, somewhere beyond Munich, I asked him directly who had sent him the letters.
I remember Edmund hesitating before answering.

Then for the first time in all our friendship he spoke to me of a woman.

He explained that for most of his life he had maintained correspondence with a young woman residing in Styria. A friendship begun during childhood, though one which had evidently deepened considerably over resent years.
The revelation astonished me completely.

Never once had Edmund spoken of romance, nor shown the slightest interest in marriage.

Yet now, gentlemen there was an unmistakable excitement in him when ever he spoke of her.

Shortly before our arrival in Vienna, Edmund finally confessed the truth.
He would not in fact remain there with me.
Instead he intended to continue onward alone into Styria.

I objected immediately. Reports of sickness and plague had spread through portions of that region only months earlier, and Edmund had never possessed a particularly strong constitution even under ordinary circumstance's.
Yet my protests just seem to amuse him.
“She is waiting for me” he said quietly.
Even now I remember the peculiar expression in his eyes as he spoke those words to me.

He smiled “The time has come for us to marry”
I confess the entire affair struck me as absurd.
And yet Edmund appeared happier than I had ever seen him.

Before we parted, he clasped my hands warmly.
“When I return to England” he told me “You must come spend the summer at my estate in Devonshire I shall invite everyone. You must meet her Micheal.”
Naturally I agreed.

Several weeks later, whilst concluding my business in Vienna I received the promised invitation from Devonshire.

Edmund had returned home to his estate with his bride.

Her name he informed me was Belladonna.

Even then, gentlemen…
I remember thinking it was a strange name for a woman.
I was intrigued to meet this woman yet had I known what awaited me back in Devonshire I might of thought better of it.

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OccultRanger
04:07 May 11 2026

I like the details you draw attention to. Great job.

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Lamadia79
04:11 May 11 2026

Thanks I think Im improving a bit

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Adain
15:16 May 11 2026

I read part two. You have a real flair for writing stories, there's no doubt about that.

The world you have created is sublime. I'm not kidding, the characters, the places, the times and dates, and now I want to know all about Belladonna. I love this. Love it. I can imagine who or perhaps what she is, and I'm sat here chuckling away typing this.

And I say this with the kindest thoughts. Please don't become stressed trying to write a part of the story each day. You shouldn't ever put yourself under any unnecessary pressure for anyone or anything, especially for a forum like this one.

I'll look forward to part three, when it's meant to be.

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Cadrewolf2
18:02 May 11 2026

Great read

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Lamaddia Di Verney 10/05/2026
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The year was 1900 the beginning of a new century. London celebrated wildly beyond the rain soaked streets of Whitechapel, though inside gentlemen's club at Black Ravens Court, the atmosphere was far less optimistic.

A servant relieved me of my coat the moment I entered.

The club was lit almost entirely by firelight and candles. Portraits of former members lined the dark walls from floor to ceiling. Aristocrats military officers, judges and high society business men long since buried beneath London soil.
Cigarette smoke and the scent of brandy lingered heavily in air whilst a select gathering of gentlemen occupied leather chairs beside the fire speaking in low voices amongst themselves.

Most looked at me with curiosity but some looked at me with absolute disapproval.
I was asked to introduce myself as a servant closed up the doors to the room.
I did as I was asked and introduced myself as Micheal Harrigan.
A self made businessman a man who earned his fortune rather than inherited it.
In England that distinction matters more than people care to admit.

When I earned my fortune I had to attempt to secure proper acceptance within respectable society. And it was precisely that reason I had received an invitation to the club that evening.
Though admission came with the usual conditions.

I was informed if I wished to join their little circle, I must first provide certain distinguished members with a convincing ghost story.

I found this requirement slightly ridiculous.
But I realised I possessed the perfect story not quite a ghost story but something equally terrifying.

A servant escorted me to a large leather chair positioned near the fire at the centre of the room.
The storytellers chair.

An elderly gentlemen lifted his glass towards me.
“Well then, Mr Harrigan” he said “do begin let’s see if you can scare us and convince us of the supernatural.”

Slowly I sat down “very well gentlemen” I replied.
“This story concerns the only true friend I ever possessed amongst high society.”
I paused briefly before continuing.
“His name was Lord Edmund Delaney and to speak of him I must speak of his bride from Styria.”

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Adain
20:31 May 10 2026

I loved it. You pulled me into the story from the beginning.

'The year was 1900, the beginning of a new century.'

I could almost smell the place while reading that sentence. See the place. Be in the place. Wider clear skies, fewer people, less structure to society, and so much more freedom.

I love first person perpective in stories, from a readers point of view.

I'm looking forward to reading so much more, hopefully if time and health permits.


An urge to watch Interview with the Vampire. I have the DVD around here somewhere.


I'll add your journals to my favorites if I may.

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Lamadia79
20:36 May 10 2026

Thank you very kind of you to comment.
Im trying hard to get this right
You may add if you wish

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Adain
21:48 May 10 2026

You have the soul of the story within you, I felt it, when I read it, and I became inside the story itself, where a reader needs to be, where the viewer needs to be. Your vision will guide until the final word is written.

From your story's point of view, the place you described, I knew. That century old. It's wind against my face, harsher, fresher, sharper, colder, unencumbered by our modern society. I have smelled the city you describe, dirtier, filthier yet more satisfying than the finest perfume made today. I have known its people and its times and yearn to know that time again. To greet the people so long buried and so long gone, so many tears cried for those lost through years they never knew. Were never meant to know. To carry them from one century to the next, when all should be lost to time long since passed, including myself, left as a memory left in the past, and not the living ghost I have become — from a fictional pov.

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Lamadia79
22:12 May 10 2026

Well hopefully I can keep things interesting

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Adain
22:20 May 10 2026

I'm sure. You're already creating a wonderful world from the very beginning of your story, it'll start to write itself as it comes to life within your mind.

If I can help with anything please feel free to pm me.

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Lamadia79
22:27 May 10 2026

Be doing chapter 2 later
It will be a slow burn but worth the wait
I hope

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Adain
22:43 May 10 2026

I'm pleased you have this. And a story can take as long as time itself to unfold. I hope you get the enjoyment from it I do when I'm journaling.

I'm looking forward to doing some journaling in the early coming hours. I find it peaceful. Plenty of thoughts in my head atm I want to write down.

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Lamadia79
22:59 May 10 2026

I have had a very bad month.
Ill health and I lost someone very special.
I need this to help bring myself back to life and regain my purpose in life

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Adain
23:22 May 10 2026

I'm so sorry. I lost someone in October last year. So I understand how writing can help take the focus off it at least a little.

Losing people is absolute worst life has to offer. Just sucks. And its a cheap term to use but I've been though all of them and it still fits.

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Vampire story will probably begin tomorrow night.
Im revisiting something I have written before.
I am reworking it and giving it a more sinister and hopefully a darker edge.
I was going to start the first part tonight but feeling a little to run down and unable to concentrate enough.
The medication I need to get over this nightmare of an illness never showed up today so Im still trying to battle through.
Hopefully Monday what I need to get better will be available to me.

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Adain
13:01 May 10 2026

I'm looking forward to it.

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Lamadia79
13:06 May 10 2026

I have written this story before.
I think I have now improved it

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Adain
13:32 May 10 2026

However it turns out, it'll be a nice story to read.

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Ok well came up with a short story last night but I don't think it went down very well.
Today I was informed that Im still very ill so means more pills more tests more feeling like crap until it gets better.
So writing is a good way to distract my mind from the pain and feeling down about all this. Already lost a month of my life to this hell so I need something positive to focus on.
So heres the question
Do you want a vampire story ? or something different but staying within the gothic supernatural realms ?
Just let me know in comments or drop me a message as I need the distraction.

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Zulgorath
20:22 May 08 2026

Vampires.

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Lamadia79
20:28 May 08 2026

Ok well that one in favour of vampires

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feather
01:09 May 09 2026

Ooo yes! How bout like a supernatural realm type of story? That would be so amazing!

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Lamadia79
01:11 May 09 2026

Well I had the idea of a different kind of supernatural creature. Secrets and brutal revenge and loss.

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MorgenxStern
02:05 May 09 2026

Supernatural creatures

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Lamadia79
02:27 May 09 2026

Ok we are cooking on gas

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Neowise2020
04:31 May 09 2026

All the above.

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Lamadia79
10:59 May 09 2026

Ok I will start with a vampire then I will give you all supernatural with I am a mock.

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I don't remember leaving the hospital.

One moment there had been florescent lights and the smell of antiseptic clinging to the back of my throat, and the dull awareness of sickness crawling through my body.

Then there was only the forest

I walked barefoot through the trees wearing only a thin hospital gown stained at the sleeves and my hair hanging loose around my face while dead leaves and mud clung to my feet.
The night sky stretched endlessly overhead, crowded with sharp white stars, and somewhere in the darkness animals moved unseen between the trees.

I have no idea where Im going I just keep walking.

A narrow trail wound through the woods until a building appeared ahead of me, pale beneath the moonlight and violently out of place amongst the trees.

A hospital.

Its windows glowed with harsh white light.

The automatic doors opened before I even touched them.

Inside, rows of people in hospital gowns sat silently against the walls beneath flickering florescent lights. Some looked elderly. Some looked young. One looked barely old enough to walk.
None of them moved.
None of them breathed.

At the end of the corridor I could see a figure shrouded in black pointing toward a door.
I heard the figure speak in a deep male voice “Go inside”

His voice seemed unnatural almost empty.

Every instinct told me to run away but my body obeyed before my mind could resist.

The room beyond the door was almost bare. A hospital bed stood beneath a flickering light beside a metal tray filled with tubing, syringes, and blood stained instruments.
The door slammed shut behind me.
The door handle would not turn.
Then I felt him.

His hand tangled violently in my hair and tore my head backwards until pain burst through my scalp.
His voice whispered in my ear “You must of realised you cannot run forever.”

A hand grabbed my throat preventing me from screaming and I was forced onto the hospital bed.
Leather restraints snapped around my wrists and ankles before I could fight them off.

“You’re getting weaker”, the voice murmured. “I can feel it inside you.”

I saw the needle the needle only seconds before it entered my arm.
The pain was unbearable.
I felt it splitting into the vein itself while blood surged immediately through the clear tubing attached to it in thick dark streams.
Then the end of the tube was lowered towards the floor.

My blood pored across the white tiles beside the bed in horrifying amounts, spreading slowly beneath me whilst dizziness and coldness crept through my body.
I could feel myself dying.

“You invited me in so long ago” the voice whispered “But then you tried to shut the door on me.”

I could feel his fingers tightening n my hair once again

“The door could never stay shut forever”

The room was becoming blurred around me as my blood continued to spill out onto the floor.

“You’re sick now” he continued softly. “I have watched you go from one bad situation to another wearing yourself out with everyones demands and you are coming to the end and the way I want you to be”

My heartbeat slowed painfully.
Bleakness crept into my vision.

“That is your greatest talent,” he whispered beside my ear. “Your own self destruction.”

I could no longer feel my hands and feeling went from my legs.
Everything was now cold the only warmth was the blood leaving my body.

“It will all be over very soon,” he said. “And when there is nothing left inside you…”
His voice now lowered into something more threatening “all you will have is me”

As everything was going dark his voice gave one last chilling threat. “Be seeing you sooner than you think”

I know I said I would write again here but my health is not improving and life is a bit of struggle.
I hope to pull through soon and get started.

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MorgenxStern
01:46 May 05 2026

🍦🍦🍦

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Cadrewolf2
03:38 May 05 2026

Blessings

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I will be updating profile. Due to a few unforeseen circumstance and very ill health Im trying to sort myself out here.
I have decided I will return to writing here but I need to find a way to keep my writing safe from others that wish to claim it as their own work.
I think something different is just the thing to start things off.
I hope to make a start tomorrow but that depends on how Im feeling.
I hope to prove my innocence as well. I seem to of become a character in someone’s three act drama. Not sure how in the hell that happened but Im not someone who takes kindly to being lied about.
But finishing on a happy note Im sure I shall be able to give something special.

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LordBloodMoon
00:43 May 03 2026

added and favored..watching to see

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OccultRanger
00:46 May 03 2026

Looking forward to it.

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Earthgrinder
00:50 May 03 2026

Glad to see you

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Lamadia79
00:52 May 03 2026

Well thank you hope I can make a good come back and not disappoint

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