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A Vampire In White Chapel
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A Vampire In White Chapel

The Secret Journal of Abraham Van Helsing



By Hawk O'Brian





September 2, 1888-

It's been more than half a year since the events that involved Mina Harker, and I

find that my thoughts still linger back to those days when Jonathan Harker, Dr. John

Sewerd, Lord Arthur Holmwood, Quincy P. Morris and I took on the Master of Evil. I still

remember Lucy Westenra, the sweet, beautiful girl who was violated, and turned into a

Vampire. I remember how hard we all fought to save poor Lucy from her unfortunate fate,

only to fail. I also remember hunting the monster down, to rescue his second victim, Mina,

from his clutches, and to exact revenge for what he did to Lucy. It was only by the grace

of God, we were victorious in destroying Dracula, Prince of Darkness, despite its very high

price.

I received a letter from Mina today: She wrote to tell me that she is pregnant. This

is happy news. It is wonderful that we are now all moving on with our lives, and moving

away from all the ugliness we were a part of. Jonathan continues to do well at his firm and

looks forward to having a family, and Mina is overjoyed at becoming a mother. Arthur has

found love once again and will be married soon. And John continues his work with the

poor unfortunates at his asylum at Carfax. Even I have resumed my lectures at the

University Of London, hopefully enlightening my students as well as informing them. It is

so wonderful to hear good news, especially when what I read in the papers is so grim.

Today the newspaper reported that a prostitute was murdered in the White Chapel

district, on Buck's Row, which is nothing new, but it's the way she was killed that bothers

me. According to the reports, Mary Ann Nichols was brutally mutilated and her throat

was cut. What kind of person would do such a thing, what kind of person indeed?







September 10, 1888-

Another murder happened in the White Chapel district, and I received word that a

colleague working on the case, Dr. George Phillips, would like my assistance with the

medical examination. I always help friends when they are in need, so I made my way to

the London Morgue. When I got there, George saw me and thanked me for coming. He

explained that the body was so mutilated, that finding any clues to who the murderer is

would be next to impossible for him, and thought maybe that I would have a better chance.

He then walked me to the table where the body lay so I could begin examination.

It was truly a gruesome sight; no man would be unmoved by what I saw. Her torso

and lower body were cut open, and her entrails were removed, including her womb and her

heart. In addition, I noticed that her throat was slit down to the bone, almost severing her

head completely. Upon closer examination I summarized that the killing weapon was an

edged blade-like item, possibly a butcher's knife, and that her throat was cut from left to

right, indicating that the killer came up behind her and slit her throat with his right hand.

When I was done with the body, I asked to see any other items that might help with the

investigation. I was handed the folder that held some pictures taken when the body was

found.

On the folder it had the victims name, Annie Chapman. I opened the folder and

saw the first picture. In the picture I saw Annie Chapman's body lying on the ground,

dressed in her clothes with her intestines draped over her right shoulder, but for all the

blood that should have been present, very little was there. I asked if the victim's clothes

were still available for a closer look, and was shown where they were.

The clothes were, for the most part, bloodless. I called George over and asked if

these clothes were all that was on the body. He confirmed it and asked why. But before I

could give him an answer, I asked him for the crime file of the first attack. He was

confused, but got what I asked for. I looked through the file, noticing the same pattern,

then I heard George ask me if I found something.

I looked up from the file, and stared George in the eyes. I told him to look at the

picture of the first victim, Mary Ann Nichols. I pointed out the similarities between the

two murders, like how both the victims intestines were cut out of them, how their genitals

were removed, and how the throats were both slit. He looked at me and exclaimed that he

already knew that and asked me where I was going with this.

I explained that for such severe wounds and lacerations, there should be a lot more

blood present on the body, the clothes, or the crime scene. I took him to look at the

pictures of the crime scenes, and neither had the appropriate amount of blood around the

bodies, and the bodies of the victims were nearly bloodless when they were first examined.

I reminded George that the veins in the neck, the Jugular Vein, would have let loose a

torrent of blood when being severed, but both the victims' clothes were, for the most part,

blood free. I then suggested we take another look at Annie Chapman.

I looked closer at the wounds on Annie Chapman's neck and noticed something

very peculiar. On the left side of her neck, the cuts seemed to be like punctures, as if the

killer used a lunging action to begin with and then used a slicing action to finish the job. I

asked for George's help in examining the wound deeper, and then discovered two puncture

wounds, the first one starting at the slit, followed by another puncture slightly more than a

inch away, on the path of the throat wound.

George looked up at me and asked what this meant, to which I responded that I had

no idea. But that was a lie. I wanted to tell him what I really thought, but after what

happened half a year ago, just the idea that a vampire was loose in London unnerved me.

Lord Jesus, let me be wrong.







September 21, 1888-

I received another letter from Mina Harker today. She wrote that Arthur is now

engaged to be married, and that the wedding will be on April 15th of next year. She also

mentioned all the things she is doing to prepare for the baby, and how Jonathan is

becoming extremely over-protective of her. It seems he is scared that Dracula will return

and try to steal Mina away again, along with his unborn child. And I must admit, with

everything that has happened in the last month, I find that idea a little unnerving myself.

It's been almost a fortnight since I helped George Phillips with the murder

investigation, and I still can't forget the fact that the murderer of those two women in the

White Chapel area may be a vampire. I went to see George Phillips yesterday to enquire as

to how the case was proceeding, and, while I was there, I met Frederick Abberline, the

inspector in charge of the case. Inspector Abberline told me that everything was being

done to find the killer, and that he would be in custody soon. I wanted to believe that, I

really did, but my heart said otherwise.



September 30, 1888-

George Phillips called upon me again today. The White Chapel murderer struck

again, twice. I went to the Morgue as quickly as I could, finding George hard at work. I

went up to him and asked what he needed me to do. He looked up and his face was ghostly

white. I looked down and saw the mutilated face and body of the killer's latest victim.

Like before, the victim's throat was slit and her body was cut open and

disemboweled, but the worst of the brutality was on the face. He carved the victim's face

like a deranged barber, cutting her cheeks, eye lids and especially her nose, nearly

removing it. She also had upside-down "V"s cut into her skin under each eye. It was a

horrid sight.

I asked George if I could help with the internal examination and he nodded yes. I

removed my coat, put on the surgical smock, and went to work. I started by examining her

neck wounds and found the same peculiar puncture marks that Annie Chapman had on her

neck. I made note of them and continued down to her body.

Just like the first two killings, the victim was eviscerated. Her womb was missing,

as was a good part of her entrails, including her left kidney. I must have mumbled

something about who would do something like this, because George answered me.

"They're calling him "Jack The Ripper"," he said, "on account of the letter the police

received."

He went on to tell me that a letter was received by a London newspaper, The

Central News, about three days ago, claiming to be written by the person who was doing

the killings, and that "Jack The Ripper" is what he called himself. The police examined

the letter and did not finding anything useful to the investigation. They even didn't believe

that the letter was real, but the newspapers were running wild with the name. He then

showed me the case file with the letter and the newest victim's pictures.

Catherine Eddowes was found in Mitre Square. The picture revealed that she

was killed similar to the others, her throat slit, her intestines placed over her right shoulder,

the lack of blood, etc. But as I looked through the file I noticed a mentioning of this

murder being found after another within walking distance and asked George about it.

He told me that they first found a body of a woman, Elizabeth Stride, whose

throat was slit, but wasn't mutilated, and thus the police were not sure if she was killed by

the same killer or another person entirely. I asked to examine the body of the first victim,

and was directed to the next table over. I pulled the cloth covering the body aside and

began my assessment.

Elizabeth Stride had no mutilations performed on her, and I could understand why

everyone was not sure who killed her, but I looked closer at her neck wounds and

discovered the truth. The slit was like those of Catherine Eddowes and Annie Chapman, a

puncture wound starting the slit, followed by another puncture slightly more than an inch

away, on the path of the throat wound. I looked at George and told him what I had found,

and told him that I was sure that both victims were killed by the same person. But what I

did not tell George was that all my horrible suspicions were now confirmed: Jack The

Ripper is a vampire!







October 3, 1888-

George Phillips came to visit me today. He wanted to talk about the "Ripper"

murders and how the police received another letter from Jack The Ripper. Again the letter

bragged about the now famous "Double Event", and again, the letter gave no clues to Jack

the Ripper's identity. George said the police are getting nowhere and that the citizens of

the White Chapel district were scared and desperate. He mentioned that a group of people

had formed a vigilante group called "The Mile-End Vigilance Committee", being led by

George Lusk.

I almost burst out laughing. Just the thought of the foolish vigilante group actually

finding Jack The Ripper, being completely surprised that Jack's a vampire, and being

slaughtered, would cause even the most humorless man to laugh. But even I couldn't let

anyone go face down one of the devil's children unprepared, so I decided that I must find

where Jack The Ripper was hiding and stop him once and for all.



October 18, 1888-

I invited George Phillips to listen to my lecture on diseases of the blood, at the

University today. Afterwards, I took him to a pub in White Chapel called "The Ten

Bells", and asked him if there was progress in the investigation. He sighed and said that

there was another letter, this time sent to George Lusk, and along with the letter came a

small package containing half of a human kidney. The letter said that this was the kidney

from Catherine Eddowes and even dared Mr. Lusk to "catch me when you can". Then

George said that the letter's return address was "From hell".

I chuckled and joked that Jack The Ripper had a sense of humor. George didn't

find me funny, and wanted to know how I could find the murders of four women a

laughing matter. I said it was because I thought I knew where to find him, and George

became silent. I went further and explained my theory on "Jack The Ripper" and that he

was a vampire.

George looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you mad," he exclaimed, "a vampire?"

I explained to him that all the evidence, puncture wounds on the neck that were almost

hidden by the cut marks, the almost complete lack of blood on the victims or the crime

scenes, and how the mutilations were used to cover them all up. George seemed to

understand what I was saying, but still had a hard time believing me. I then told him about

what happened to Lucy Westenra and Mina Harker, and then I told him all the horrible

details, including how Quincy P. Morris gave his life to help hunt down and destroy the

blood-demon, Dracula.

George was awestruck. He looked at me with bewilderment in his eyes, but I could

tell that now he believed me. He asked what was I planning on doing, and how could he

help. I told him that I was still trying to deduce where Jack The Ripper was hiding, but it

would be good to find people we could trust, so when we found Jack The Ripper, we could

fight him. George agreed and mentioned he might know of some people who would help

us, but he would have to ask first.

I told him, when first talking to these people, he should not to mention that Jack

The Ripper was a vampire. Either they would think we were crazy or they would not help,

and we would need all the help we could get. Eventually, it became late, and George and I

decided to head for home. The fight against darkness begins now.







October 31, 1888-

Tonight was All Hallow's Eve. On this night, all sorts of demons, devils, and

witches are let loose upon the world to reek havoc, but there is only one monster that I am

worried about. It's been over a month since Jack The Ripper struck, and although there

have been a couple of incidents around the White Chapel area, there have been no new

attacks that fit his particular pattern. Of course, the people in White Chapel are still scared,

rarely venturing out at night, in case "Saucy Jack" is lurking about. I am starting to think

that Jack The Ripper has left White Chapel and moved on to another city, continuing his

activities without suspicion.

On the bright side, George found five good trustworthy men to help us in our quest.

Amongst them are Inspector Fred Abberline, the coroner Wynne Baxter, and two others

that I am not familiar with. Even George Lusk has joined our little group of vampire

hunters, in hopes of stopping Jack the Ripper, but there are some dark clouds hanging over

us.

George Phillips is getting restless, wanting to know when we will find Jack The

Ripper, and put an end to his silent bloody rampage once and for all. Alas, despite all my

best efforts, I can't discover Jack The Ripper's hiding spot unless he kills again. So until

then, we are forced to wait until some poor soul meets their grisly end.



November 10, 1888-

Jack The Ripper has struck again. The body of Marie Kelly was found in her

dwelling at Miller's Court. She was discovered when her landlord came looking for the

rent, pushed some newspaper out of a hole in the window, and then he saw the body. This

time, Jack The Ripper had all the time in the world to do his dastardly work. Her face was

completely destroyed. Her forehead was peeled away, revealing the skull, and her lips and

nose were removed, leaving her unrecognizable to anyone. As usual, she was

disemboweled, and this time it was her heart was missing. And again the throat was slit,

leaving behind the tell-tale punctures. It was, without a doubt, Jack's work.

But this time I know where Jack The Ripper calls home, and this time he can't hide

from me. I told George to prepare the men for a battle against evil and bring them to Mitre

Square. I came home to get the tools I would need- a crucifix, some garlic, holy water, a

wooden stake, a hammer, and Quincy's big bowie knife- and placed them in a black bag. I

never thought I would ever look upon those things again, never mind use them, but I

cannot escape my destiny. I'm writing all this down before I go, in case I don't survive.







November 10, 1888- (continued)

I arrived at Mitre Square and found everyone waiting for me. George greeted me

and said that everyone was ready, so I looked at them and said, "Today, we will face down

the monster that has tormented us and taunted us. We will stare Death in the face, and

confront him. Today, Jack The Ripper faces our judgment."

The men were energized, and I told them to follow me. In a matter of moments we

were there, the only place that Jack The Ripper could have hid during the day. The only

place Jack The Ripper could begin his hunt after awakening at dusk, Ten Bells Pub!

George Phillips was surprised, and asked how did I deduce all this. I explained that

all the victims were prostitutes who frequented the pub, and Jack The Ripper would follow

them once they left. He would hunt them until deciding to make the kill. He would then

walk up to them, inquire about their "services", and they would go off to some secluded

place. Once they were alone, Jack The Ripper would attack the girl and bite the victim on

the neck; afterwards he would mutilate the body in order to hide his vampirism. Finally he

would return to the Ten Bells Pub, to begin the hunt with a new victim.

We all entered the pub, and Fred Abberline told the owner that we were doing an

official police search. I told everyone to search the entire building, and if they found

anything strange, to report to me. After fifteen minutes, George Lusk ran to me and said

he found something in the attic, so George Phillips and I followed him up the stairs to see

his discovery.

After a minute, I saw what got Mr. Lusk so excited: Marie Kelly's missing heart! I

asked Mr. Lusk to get everyone, while George and I looked around. Mr. Lusk ran out of

the room faster than a rabbit, yelling for everyone to come up to the attic. George looked

at me, trying to keep from laughing, and mumbled about Mr. Lusk's mental short-comings.

I chuckled and told him to look for a place big enough to hide a man.

After a moment, George called me over, and I found him standing in front of an old

armoire. I asked about what he found and he told me to look at the floor. I looked down

and saw footprints in the dust leading into it. I had no doubt, the armoire was the

vampire's make-shift coffin. Just then Mr. Lusk returned with the men. I told everyone to

be prepared for anything, and then I opened the armoire.

As the dust settled, we saw the face of our enemy, Jack The Ripper. Fred

Abberline observed how unremarkable his features were, as I placed my black bag on the

dusty floor and opened it. I reached inside and pulled out the wooden stake and the

hammer, and Mr. Lusk asked what they were for. Wynne Baxter sarcastically answered,

"How else are we going to kill a vampire?" as I took the stake in my left hand and

positioned it over Jack The Ripper's heart.

I took my stance and prepared to deliver the death-blow. I looked at the creature's

face and saw all of his victims in my mind. I saw him killing each woman, biting their

necks and drinking their blood. I watched him mutilate each victim to cover up his true

nature, and smiling as he did it. I became filled with hatred, hatred for everything Jack The

Ripper was.

As the hammer struck the stake, pushing it into the vampire's chest, Jack The

Ripper let out a piercing scream. His eyes opened and stared at me as his hands came up

and grabbed my left shoulder. His grip was like a vice, getting tighter with each passing

moment. I forced my way through the pain and continued to hammer the stake into Jack

The Ripper's black heart.

Blood sprayed from Jack The Ripper's chest with every blow from my hammer,

and his screams filled the attic. This seemed to go on for an eternity. Eventually, Jack The

Ripper became silent, and his hand released its grip from my shoulder. I released my grip

on the stake and stepped back, watching the vampire tip forward and fall to the floor.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but I knew I wasn't over yet. I had George

Phillips and Fred Abberline turn Jack The Ripper's body over onto its back. I again went

into my black bag and pulled out the holy water and Quincy's bowie knife. I knelt down

next to the corpse, and said the words, "To death in peace."

I raised the knife over my head and chopped off Jack The Ripper's head. The body

crumbled to dust before our eyes as I got up from the floor. I took the holy water and

sprinkled it over the area where the body had been. I then looked at everyone and said that

it was finally over.

We left the Ten Bells Pub and went our separate ways. George Lusk wanted to go

celebrate our victory, but no one accepted his offer. He walked in a huff, grumbling that

he was the one who found the heart which led us to Jack The Ripper. Wynne Baxter said,

"What an idiot," then he and the other two men walked away.

Fred Abberline thanked me for solving the case, and walked towards Police

Headquarters. George Phillips and I walked back to the London Morgue. Neither of us

said a word during the walk, but what was there to be said? When we got there, he opened

the door, thanked me for being there, and entered closing the door behind him. I then

walked my way back home, watching the sunset behind the buildings of White Chapel.







November 17, 1888-

The newspapers have made no mention that Jack The Ripper has been "brought to

justice". I guess that is for the best- who would have believed the story about Jack The

Ripper really being a vampire? The less said, the better.

I noticed that there is a reduced police presence in White Chapel, and even the

people are starting to feel safe again. Fred Abberline says he may step down from being

the Chief Inspector of the "Ripper Case", since nothing has happened. No one is saying

anything about that.

I haven't spoken to George Phillips for awhile. I guess he wants to forget all about

the grisly business, and I must say that I don't blame him. What we went through changes

people, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. But I'm sure whatever

George is going through, he'll be fine, he just needs time.

I've been wondering about Jack The Ripper's origin. Was he turned into a vampire

by Dracula? Dracula did roam the streets of London before I had encountered him, or was

Jack The Ripper turned by another vampire? Who can say, but I am glad that all this is

finally over.

I received a letter from a writer today. He wants come and visit me and ask me

questions about what happened with Dracula, and write a story detailing the event. I don't

know if I want to talk to him. I've been trying to forget all about that for the past year, but

I must admit that Mr. Stoker's idea does intrigue me.

Born To The Night
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Born To The Night

The Truth About Vampires



By Peter Van Helsing

With Hawk O'Brian





INTRODUCTION



-The Nosferatu do not die like the bee when he stings once. He is only

stronger; and being stronger, have more power to work evil. This

Vampire which is amongst us is of himself so strong in person as

twenty men; he is of cunning more than mortal, for his cunning can be

the growth of ages;…he can direct the elements, the storm, the fog, the

thunder; he can command all meaner things; the rat and the wolf; he

can grow and become small; and he can at times vanish and come

unknown. How then are we to begin our strike against him?-

Dr. Abraham Van Helsing – 1897 AD





With all the commotion about Vampires in the recent years, I thought it would

be best if someone actually represented the Nosferatu truthfully and completely. But

unfortunately, not one writer or historian can tell who or what the Vampire really is.

Writers like Bram Stoker and Anne Rice, along with countless others, each give their

own view on the Vampire myth, changing what essentially is the Vampire. Motion

pictures further polluted the way the undead are viewed by the humans. It's because

of these misdirections, that the truth about the Vampire is greatly unknown and often

overlooked in today's society. Perhaps that is what the Nosferatu want us to think so

they can walk among us undetected.



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CHAPTER 1 – WHAT IS A VAMPIRE?



The Oxford English Dictionary (in its earlier editions) defines the Vampire as

"a preternatural being of a malignant nature (in the original unusual form of the belief,

an animated corpse), supposed to seek nourishment and do harm by sucking the blood

of sleeping persons; a man or woman abnormally endowed with similar habits." And

throughout history, mankind has been telling stories of a creature that drains its

victims of blood.

Theories to the origins of the creature are numerous and unproven. Some

people have found connections to the Vampire in ancient Egypt, possibly the result of

a battle of Ra, the Egyptian god of the Sun against a lost Bat god. Meanwhile others

have found evidence of Vampires in the ancient tribes of South America, like the

Mayans or the Inca, who both believed that human blood was the source of all life.

Religion has also staked a claim to the Vampire lore, with theories that the

first Vampire was Judas, the betrayer of Christ for 30 pieces of silver, or perhaps it

was the Centurion who pierced Christ, later condemned by God himself to eternal life

until time had reached its end. Or perhaps an unfortunate person made a deal with the

Devil, or some other demon, to live forever, only for the deal to have a hidden catch.

But these are only speculations.



Of course, every society has its own version of this creature. Medieval Europe portrayed

the Vampire as vulnerable to the wooden stake and the crucifix, while Malaysia portrays the

Vampire as a creature with a body like a giant mosquito. An ancient Hindu story tells a

tale of a creature that hangs upside-down from the branch of a tree, and on another

continent, African tribes believe the dead can be reanimated by human blood, craving the

liquid that brought them back. It is no doubt that human blood is a common bond with

all the Vampire tales. Every culture also has its own name for the Vampire.

The word "Vampire" comes from the Mediterranean origin of "blood-

monster", and the Granadan version is called the "Loogaroo." The Croatian culture

gives an interesting note to their variation. The Croatian word for Vampire is

"pijauica," which is defined as an individual who is red-faced with drink. But what is

a Vampire?

Vampires can be good, evil, or even somewhere in between. Vampires

experience the exact same emotions humans do, and because of this, they experience

love, hate, and envy, along with many others. Vampires are also prone to the same

psychological tendencies humans have… unfortunately. Vampires are creatures that

become active mostly at night, and are thought to be stuck in between life and death.

And, most importantly, Vampires are creatures that must drink human blood to

survive.

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CHAPTER 2 - THE BIRTH OF THE VAMPIRE



The birth of a Vampire is not an every day process and every society has its

own belief on how a Vampire is created. But the one thing most have in common is

that the Vampire in question was originally a human. But how does a Vampire

become a Vampire? Most people believe that Vampires are humans that were bitten

by a Vampire, thus transformed into a Vampire themselves. Others believe that a

Vampire's victim will not be transformed by a single bite, but by an elaborate ritual

where fluids and other essential items are transferred from Vampire to willing victim

and vice versa. It has also been suggested that some people are Vampires since birth,

and that the person's Vampire tendencies will emerge as they get older, mostly around

puberty. But which belief is correct? The answer is simple, all of them.

To truly understand how a Vampire is born, one must know of the various

types of Vampires there are. First we will start with the "Living Vampire" or "True

Vampire".



The Living Vampire is a Vampire since birth, and the rarest of all the

Vampires. Much is still unknown about how these Vampires are created, but one

thing is certain, only Living Vampires can create Living Vampires.

It is believed by some that when a Living Vampire mates with another Living

Vampire, or even another human being, their offspring will also be Living Vampires.

It is also believed that a Living Vampire can be created if a Living Vampire feeds

upon a pregnant female human. If allowed to live, the female will continue to carry

the child, now infected with the Vampire genetic code, but much of this is speculation.





Then there is the most common of the Vampire lore, the Undead Vampire. Originally human,

these individuals were willingly brought into the Vampire's world by a complex ritual.

The ritual begins with the Vampire draining the willing victim of their blood, being careful

not to drain the victim past the point of death. The blood must be drained so the process

is faster, the more blood in the victim's system, the longer this painful process will take.

During the draining, the Vampire releases a toxin from its teeth, which acts as

an anti-coagulant and a numbing agent on the victim. This toxin also weakens the

human immune system allowing the final part of the ritual to commence. The

Vampire then cuts itself and has the victim drink from the wound, allowing a virus to

infect the victim. This virus rewrites the victim's genetic structure from human to

Vampire.



Lastly, there is the Dead Vampire, better known as the "Revenant" or "Rever".

This Vampire's origin is similar to the Undead Vampire, but this Vampire was not

given a choice to becoming a Vampire, nor was it given a chance to live. The Victim

is attacked by a Vampire and drained past the point of death. The Vampire then

completes the Ritual, but instead of an Undead Vampire, the unfortunate victim

becomes a Rever.

The second way a victim can be transformed into a Rever is when the victim is

attacked by a Rever. When a Rever attacks someone, most times the victim is almost

completely drained of blood. During that time, the Rever releases a toxin into the

victim's blood stream, beginning the victim's transformation. There have been

occasions where a victim is only bitten and a short amount of blood is drained, but

that does not matter. Once the toxin is released into the victim's blood, it's only a

matter of time before the victim regrettably becomes a Rever.

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CHAPTER 3 – THE VAMPIRE SOCIETY



Like every human society or culture, the Vampire community divides itself

into various classes and sects. The first division is into three castes of Vampire: The

Upper Caste, the Middle Caste, and finally, the Lower Caste. Although there are

further divisions, this is the most dominant.



The Upper Caste belongs to the Living Vampires. Called "Pure Bloods" by

the Vampire Community because of the Living Vampires' origin, they are the most

influential among the Vampire community. But what really sets them apart from

other Vampires is that, despite the fact they are the least human of the Vampires, they

are the most human-like. In addition to possessing super-human strength, they have

heightened senses, are able to survive during the day, are less vulnerable to a

Vampire's weaknesses, and continue to slowly age until a certain point in their lives

when they become immortal. In other words, unless you know what to look for, one

of these Vampires could be standing right next to you, during the middle of a sunny

day, and you wouldn't know the difference.

Another advantage for the Living Vampire is, despite still needing to drink

blood, they don't require as much blood to survive, and have been known to go for up

to a week, or perhaps longer, without feeding. Because of this, they can go undetected

for weeks, or even months, while they continue to feed on the city's unsuspecting

populace, always hunting alone to cause less suspicion amongst the natives. But this

type of Vampire is the least dangerous, due to the fact that most Living Vampires

want to blend into the human society and live amongst us, maintaining a peaceful

coexistence between Humans and Vampires. Of course, there are exceptions to the

rule.

One excellent example is the Countess Erzsebet Bathory. Born to a royal

family in Hungary during the late 16th century, she had a particular habit of bathing in

the blood of young virgins. Legend tells that she did this to maintain her youth and

beauty, but after 650 victims, she was finally stopped in 1610.

Her punishment was to be walled up into her bedroom and occasionally fed

thru a very small hole in the wall. Now, one might think that the Countess was simply

an insane woman obsessed with her looks, but she continued to survive in her unique

prison until her "death" in 1640. It is believed that she died of malnutrition, but

whether it was brought on by lack of food or the lack of blood, who can say.

And her story continues to this day. Some believe she still roams the land,

killing new victims. Although reports are unclear, people say most of the victims are

young virgins. But one does not need to look too hard for reports on "unexplained

deaths due to massive blood loss," because the most dangerous of the Vampires are

always out hunting for fresh food.



That brings us back to Undead Vampires, who are the Middle Caste of the

Vampire community. But why is this type of Vampire considered the most

dangerous? The first reason is that they can sufficiently blend in with human society.

Undead Vampires, despite losing most pigment in their skin and gaining additional

dental features, continue to retain the same physical form even after their

transformation, enabling them to walk among us and find potential victims. The

second reason is, of course, they require fresh blood on a daily basis.

Undead Vampires are essentially corpses in suspended animation. They will

have the same physical appearance for as long as they exist. They will never age no

matter how many years go by, and, if injured, they will never have a scar or bruise,

but there is a very high price to remain immortal.

The Undead Vampire is also very limited. Undead Vampires possess the same

strength and heightened senses as the Living Vampire, but do not have the ability to

withstand sunlight or any other type of ultra-violet light; and they are much more

vulnerable to the various weaknesses a Vampire is prone to, such as silver. But

without a doubt, the Undead Vampires' biggest weakness is their bloodlust.

In order for the Undead Vampires to maintain their existence, they must

consume large quantities of blood on a daily basis. It is theorized that an Undead

Vampire's blood no longer carries the necessary nutrients to survive, so they are

forced to find the essential nutrients in the blood of the living. And like the Living

Vampire, Undead Vampires are solitary predators, but are also nomadic, moving from

city to city, never drawing enough attention to themselves, and thus ensuring their

survival for a period of time. And however difficult it may be, eventually someone

will realize the presence of an Undead Vampire, hunt them down, and destroy them.

But Undead Vampires are not the only real threat to humanity, there are also Revers.



Although not the most dangerous of the species, Dead Vampires are without a

doubt, the most lethal. This type of Vampire does not care about maintaining the

preferred status quo or about remaining hidden in the shadows. In fact, the entire

Vampire community considers Revers to be an intolerable threat to humans and

Vampires alike.

Unlike Living Vampires or Undead Vampires, Revers are dead. These

unfortunate individuals are condemned to an existence of constantly needing fresh

blood, after being forced into the Vampire lifestyle by way of death. And because

they did not survive the transformation into Vampirism, their metabolism, instead of

slowing down or freezing in time, has continued its natural course in death. In other

words, Revers are in a continuing state of decay.

The only thing slowing down this invariable disintegration, is the perpetual

consumption of fresh blood, and Revers have only minor troubles getting it. Like

other Vampires, Revers possess super-human strength and have heightened senses, but

unlike Living and Undead Vampires, they mostly hunt in packs and will attack any

living creature to feed upon, such as people, animals, and Living Vampires. When

Revers attack, they act like a wild predatory animal, waiting until the victim is within

striking distance. Then, as a group they pounce, usually letting the leader make the

first strike. The victim usually does not survive and will eventually become a Rever

and join the pack. But even these lethal marauders have their weaknesses.

Like Undead Vampires, Revers do not have the ability to withstand sunlight or

any other type of ultra-violet light and are vulnerable to the weaknesses a Vampire is

susceptible to, but what really sets them apart from other Vampires is their mental

state. Over time, Revers tend to revert into an animalistic hunter/killer behavior,

completely lacking any social traits.

For example, while a Living Vampire or an Undead Vampire will use stealth

or finesse to coax someone into being their victim, a Rever will act like a lion hunting

a group of antelope. The Rever will stalk the victim, trying to remain hidden, and

wait until the victim is at his/her most vulnerable. Most of the time this plan is

successful, but there are times when the Rever is desperate enough to attack someone

in the open. When this happens, the Rever's days are numbered, because the best

chance for any Vampire's survival, is not being discovered.

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CHAPTER 4 – MYTHOLOGY OF THE VAMPIRE



Humans have a curiosity towards the supernatural. Stories dating back to

before our recorded history are filled with tales of magic, ghosts, witches, goblins,

werewolves, powerful demons, mythical creatures, and a plethora of other fabled

beings, just to name a few. And even in the current age of scientific discovery, when

some legends have been proved false, and old magics have been revealed, the

unknown still holds a tight grasp on the human culture for one reason: to explain the

unexplainable.

Superstitions and "old wives tales" still pop up so often that no one recognizes

them, and mostly ignores them. A good example of this is the blowing out of candles

on your birthday cake and making a wish. Just don't tell anyone what you wished for,

or it won't come true. Another example is carrying a rabbit's foot for good luck,

although the foot didn't bring much luck when it was still attached to the rabbit, and

he had four of them. And, of course, most humans are familiar with our own stories

of the Vampire, continuing the legend to limitless proportions, and, just like humans,

Vampires have their own legends and stories as well.

Although most Vampire stories are unknown to the Human culture, a few have

been shared. The most current shared vampire myth can be seen on TV, and it

features a young girl with supernatural powers, who hunts Vampires, saving the world

from a horrible fate. Of course, the stories are grossly exaggerated and tend towards

the human point of view, but aren't all myths just extremely elaborate stories designed

to entertain?



But the most shared Vampire tale, is the tale of Prince Vlad Dracul of Transylvania.

To some, he was known as Vlad Tepes, or Vlad the Impaler, but to the world, he is best

known as Count Dracula. Humans remember him as the brutal, sadistic, ruler of Transylvania

who punished criminals by impaling them on spikes while they were still alive, and, of

course, the legendary "Forest Of The Impaled", a warning to all invading armies not to

invade Prince Vlad's country.

Now, most of Dracul's personal history is varied depending on the source, but,

according to the Vampire community, Dracul was a living Vampire. He feasted on

the flesh of all those he punished and drank their blood as others looked on. Upon his

death in 1462, Dracul was put to rest in a tomb near his home, the infamous "Castle

Dracula". But recently, when scientists went to exhume Dracul's tomb, they found it

empty. Perhaps Dracul did not really die and is still roaming the world, searching for

victims. Only Vampires know for sure. But there is a Vampire legend that is

unknown to most Humans, but well known to Vampires.

It begins before recorded history, when the Earth was ruled by the

supernatural. When Gods, Demons, and Monsters walked the land with malevolent

intentions, while human civilization was just beginning. It was a time before science,

a forgotten age…It was the Age Of Shadows.



According to the legends, there was a Demi-god called Vamprus, who was one of the most

sadistic and evil gods that ever existed. He would butcher the early humans for fun and

enjoyed drinking their blood like we would wine, demanding human sacrifices on a constant

basis. Vamprus was feared and hated by all who served him.

Vamprus ruled over what would become modern-day Romania and surrounding territories,

and was usually in conflict with other deities, including a very powerful god with many

names. Vamprus knew he would need assistance to defeat his enemies, and chose seven

Vampire lords to lead his armies and a Queen to bind them all together. Vamprus gave his

new soldiers a portion of his power, giving them all supernatural abilities.

Among the seven lords was a chieftain's son who, unlike the other six lords,

accepted Vamprus' offer in order to spare his beloved from being sacrificed. The

chieftain's son didn't want to serve the evil blood god, but would do anything to

prevent his love's demise. All was going well for some time: Vamprus' enemies were

being defeated, the Queen was enjoying her new position, the Lords were enjoying

their new gifts, and although he could no longer be with his love, the chieftain's son

was content.

But things would soon quickly change. Vamprus invited his Lords to a

banquet to celebrate their many victories, especially the chieftain's son. At the

banquet, Vamprus made a toast to the chieftain' son, complimenting him on his

leadership abilities and talent on the battlefield. As the Vampire lords drank,

Vamprus asked the chieftain's son if he enjoyed his drink. As the chieftain's son said

yes, Vamprus let out a laugh. Vamprus revealed that the drink was the blood of a

recently sacrificed girl from the chieftain's son's village, and went on to say that the

blood was the chieftain's son's former beloved.

The chieftain's son became enraged. He demanded to know why Vamprus

reneged on the agreement they had. Vamprus laughed, then stated that humans were

now beneath the chieftain's son, and he should not worry about such insignificant

creatures. Although the Queen knew Vamprus made a grave error, Vamprus laughed

as the chieftain's son left the banquet hall.

The chieftain's son was distraught. The only reason he entered into Vamprus'

deal, was to ensure that his beloved would not die. Feeling the pain and anger of his

loss, the chieftain's son went to the temple were his beloved was sacrificed, and killed

Vamprus' high-priests, and then went back to Vamprus' palace to confront the blood

god.

Vamprus was surprised to see the chieftain's son and asked him why he was here.

The Chieftain's son said no words and lunged at Vamprus. After a short battle, the

chieftain's son had his revenge, Vamprus was no more. But the chieftain's son was not

done yet, he felt that the only way to redeem himself, was to rid the world of Vamprus'

legacy.

The chieftain's son then went after the other Vampire lords, eventually defeating them.

The remaining Vampires, including Vamprus' Queen, continued to roam the world, searching

for places to hunt and to hide. Now the chieftain's son wanders the world, hunting

and destroying Vampires, searching for the redemption he can never have.

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CHAPTER 5 - THE DEATH OF THE VAMPIRE



Despite all the Vampire's abilities and talents, their best defense, is remaining

hidden from the world that they walk in. Most Vampires can blend into human

society, never causing suspicion, and vanishing before anyone even suspects anything.

But what happens when a Vampire is discovered? Most Vampires bid a hasty retreat

into the shadows, while others stand and fight, but no matter what method of survival

they choose, it's only a matter of time before the Vampire will face permanent death.

But each type of Vampire has their own weaknesses, and although mankind

has been devising ways to destroy the Vampire and has had countless centuries to

perfect their methods, what methods work on what Vampire? What will greatly harm

the Undead Vampire may not affect the Living Vampire in the least. And what harms

the Living Vampire may not even slightly affect the Dead Vampire.

If that is the case, how do we destroy the Vampire? The only way to answer

this question is to examine the various kinds of Vampires and their weaknesses. First

we will dispose of the falsehoods, like the crucifix.

The Catholic Church would have you believe that a crucifix will repel the evil

Vampire, and cause him to flee in terror. But what if the Vampire is Jewish, or worse,

an Atheist? In fact, the only time the crucifix ever works is in the movies. And the

same could be said about holy water, because the only thing holy water can do to a

Vampire is make him wet.

Some people will tell you that Vampires have no reflection in a mirror and

will not show up on film, revealing the Vampire for what it really is, a soulless

monster. Unfortunately, mirrors and cameras rely on the scientific principles of light

and reflection in order to work, and not on metaphysical beliefs. It's even been said

that not inviting a Vampire into your dwelling can protect you from the Vampire's

grasp, but that only works if the Vampire that is attacking you is REALLY polite.

And what about garlic? It's been said that garlic disgusts Vampires to the

point of revulsion. If that is the case, no Vampire would be able to survive with

humanity's latest trend of taking garlic pills to improve their health. In reality, if a

person puts their faith in any of these false notions, they would not last five minutes

against a Vampire.

But what does harm the Vampire? The only way to understand this is to

analyze each type of Vampire and ascertain their individual weaknesses.



The Living Vampire is without a doubt the hardest type of Vampire to kill.

First of all, they are very hard to detect. And once you do find them, it is very hard to

prove they are Vampires. Second, despite having an aversion to light, sunlight will

not really harm them. In fact, the damage ultra-violet radiation does to a Living

Vampire is nearly identical to a very severe case of sunburn on a human. Thirdly,

although Living Vampires have a weakness to silver, the weakness is more like an

allergy. After a short period of time, the silver will produce a rash or some other skin

disfigurement, in addition, there is a slight burning sensation felt where the silver

made contact. But the biggest weakness the Living Vampire has is that it is a

nocturnal creature.

Although the Living Vampire can survive during the day, he is significantly

weakened and prefers to remain dormant during the daytime hours. It's at this time

the Living Vampire is at its most vulnerable. His awareness is impaired, his guard is

down, and he won't be at peak ability to defend himself against the fatal blow.



The next least vulnerable Vampire is the Dead Vampire. Since the Rever is

already dead, their weaknesses are few. Silver does not seem to bother them, nor do

they rest during the day, due to the Rever's constant need for blood. However, they

must avoid sunlight or other sources of ultra-violet radiation or they will burst into

flame.

But their vulnerability to the sun does not mean they will be easy to kill, there

are cases where the Rever has severed one of its limbs, just to avoid the sun's deadly

rays. But, without a doubt, the Rever's biggest weakness is that it is constantly

decomposing, leaving its body very fragile. It doesn't take much force to remove a

limb, leaving the Rever open to attack, ending the creature's wretched existence. And

then, finally, there is the most vulnerable Vampire of them all, the Undead Vampire.



Despite their fearful reputation, The Undead Vampire has no resistance against

its weaknesses. Like the Living Vampire, silver will do the Undead Vampire damage,

but that damage is much more life threatening. Silver can be acidic to an Undead

Vampire, corroding the Vampire's flesh after making contact, and if introduced into

the Undead Vampire's bloodstream can act like the Ebola virus would to a human

being.

And, like the Dead Vampire, sunlight or ultra-violet radiation is lethal to the

Undead Vampire, causing them to burst into flames. It's their weakness to the sun

that forces the Undead Vampire to hibernate during the day, leaving them at their

most vulnerable. During their hibernation they are dead to the world, completely

unaware of who or what is around them, and unaware of the possible doom that may

be coming for them.



But exploiting Vampire weaknesses is easy, compared to actually killing them.

The legendary "stake thru the heart" is only effective in the movies. In all actuality,

piercing the Vampire's heart with a wooden stake gives the Vampire a false death.

Although it may appear like the Vampire is destroyed, during the false death,

the creature is in a state limbo where it is completely aware and conscious. But, the

Vampire is unable to move or speak, trapped in a void of emptiness and can only be

released from its prison when the stake is removed from its heart. There is only one

sure way a Vampire can be destroyed, and that way is decapitation.

By removing the head of the Vampire, you extinguish the Vampire's demonic

spirit, ending its bloodlust forever. But Vampires will seldom let you kill them. Like

all creatures of this Earth, the Vampire has a desire to survive and will do anything to

do so. Therefore, one must use strategy and cunning to kill the Vampire, and most

importantly, you must know your enemy. One wrong step and you could end up dead,

or worse, undead.

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POSTSCRIPT



My family has been studying the Vampire since my great-great-grandfather,

Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, first encountered the creature. Five generations of Van

Helsings have passed and throughout the years, we have learned many things. But the

most important thing we have learned is that Vampires are the greatest threat to

humanity.

It is my hope, now that you have read this, you will understand the danger

humanity is in, and will no longer live in the ignorance we have been accustomed to.

It's time for humanity to open its eyes and see what the world is really like, because,

although ignorance may be bliss, it could also be fatal.

-Peter Van Helsing,

2002

The Rendezvous
23:24 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 916

The Rendezvous

By Hawk O'Brian



She entered the lobby of the MGM Grand hotel around 8 o'clock and

proceeded to the front desk. "I'm here to see Mr. Hawk." She asked the clerk. "One

moment please," the clerk responded, "Ah, yes. Mr. Hawk is expecting you. He told

me to give you this envelope." "Thank you" she said as she took the large yellow

envelope from the clerk and then walked to towards the elevator.

She opened the envelope, and found a message from the mysterious Mr. Hawk:



Come up to the 8th floor, and go to Room 835.

Use the card key I enclosed in the envelope, and come inside.

DON'T TURN THE LIGHTS ON.

I have something very special planned this evening, I'll be waiting for you

-Hawk



The elevator doors opened as she finished reading. She stepped inside and

pressed the 8th floor button.

As she rode the elevator to her destination, she wondered what was in store for

her. And she mostly wondered, who was the mysterious Mr. Hawk. What did he look

like, what did he sound like, these and other thoughts ran through her mind, then a bell

rang out and the elevator doors opened.

She walked out of the elevator and saw a sign pointing the direction to Room

835. As she walked down the hallway, her anticipation grew. She didn't know what or

who to expect. All she knew was that she had been talking to Mr. Hawk through her

website, and he asked if they could meet. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but he

seemed like a nice guy and she remembered all the things she felt as they played out

their fantasies. She remembered how it all started a few weeks ago when Mr. Hawk

mentioned he would be in Las Vegas for a couple of weeks for a much needed rest.

He said he would e-mail her with the details. Her nipples began to harden as the

thought of Mr. Hawk teasing them with his tongue, ran through her head. She never

saw his face and never heard his voice, but she knew she had to meet him, and see if

he could live up to her fantasies.

A few weeks later, she got the e-mail. He mentioned he was staying at the

MGM Grand hotel, and she should stop by. She e-mailed him back asking when, and

waited for the response. He e-mailed back;



"Tonight, at 8 o'clock, if you're not busy. Just go the Hotel's front

desk and ask for Mr. Hawk, and they'll do the rest."



She was nervous, the kind of nervous you get when you have sex for the first

time. She e-mailed back; "Sure, see you at 8", and started to get ready.

She went to her closet and pulled out a little black "cum fuck me" dress she

liked to wear when she was out socializing. She reached in to her lingerie drawer and

found her favorite thong panty. After she got dressed, she looked in the mirror.

"Whoa," she thought, "If this doesn't do it, nothing will." She smiled and thought

about what might happen tonight and began to feel a tingling sensation between her

legs. She closed her eyes and wondered what Mr. Hawk would do to her. Would he

take her in his arms and passionately kiss her all over, or would he throw her on the

bed and give her the fucking she has been wanting for so long. Her pussy became wet

with excitement and she decided to start tonight's festivities a little early.

She wiggled out of her clothes and began to fondle her body. She squeezed

her tits, and played with her pussy, while imagining it was Mr. Hawk touching her. She

bucked her hips as her fingers went in and out her clit, moaning in ecstasy. The

moaning got louder as she neared her orgasm. "Fuck me Mr. Hawk, fuck my pussy,"

she cried as her sensations became more intense. She would lick her fingers every so

often, so she taste her pussy juices and wishing they were Mr. Hawk's hard cock.

"Oh yes, Mr. Hawk, fuck me, please fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she

screamed, her body tense with flooding emotions, going over the edge, eventually

reaching her climax. "YESSSSSS!"

She opened her eyes, and smiled. Her body relaxed, she looked over to the

clock next to her bed and read the time. "7:15! I have to be there at 8!" she said as

the last ripples of her orgasm coursed through her body. She jumped up, cleaned

herself up, got dressed and left her apartment to go meet Mr. Hawk.

She walked up to the door marked "Room 835" and reached inside the

envelope for the card key. She took it out, inserted it in the lock, and walked inside.

The room was darkened except for light in the back of the room. Directly in front of

the light was a figure sitting a chair. She couldn't see the figures face, since it was

cloaked in shadow. "Mr. Hawk?" she asked.

"Yes, my dear, I'm glad you came. Please close the door behind you." A

deep voice said, "I am Mr. Hawk. She closed the door and moved towards Mr.

Hawk. "Wait," said Mr. Hawk, "I want to take a look at you." She stopped. "Please

remove your dress." She obeyed, pulling off the strap on her left shoulder, and then

pulling off the strap on her right shoulder. She let her dress fall to floor around her

ankles. Her pussy tingling again, "Do you like what you see?" she asked, "Would you

like to see more?" "Not yet. On the dresser besides you, you will find a silk scarf. I

want you to blindfold yourself." She reached down a picked up the scarf and placed it

over her eyes. She tied behind her head and said "Now what?" "Give me your hand."

She felt his hand touch hers; it was rough, but smooth. "Follow my voice, I

want you to sit with me." She walked towards the chair as Mr. Hawk guided her. As

she sat down, she realized that she was sitting on Mr. Hawk's lap and he was directly

behind her. "Every time I was with you on the Internet, I wished I was your hands. I

wanted to feel your skin," he whispered in her ear, "Let my hands be your hands right

now." She felt his fingers touch her arms. Goosebumps appeared as Mr. Hawk

traced his way up her arms, to her shoulders, and eventually her breasts. "Your skin is

so soft." He said as he began to cup her breasts in his hands, squeezing them. "Your

breasts are so sensitive, your nipples are so hard." As he pinched her nipples, she let

out a little sigh. "Do you like it?" "Yes, it feels so good." She says as quivers go up

and down her spine, "please don't stop."

She felt his hands go to further down her body, past her stomach. His hands

rubbed the inside of her thighs and moved towards the waistband of her panties. "I

think it's time to take these off, don't you?" he said as he maneuvered her panties

down her legs. She moaned in agreement as she felt her panties fall off her foot and on

to the floor. He continued to rub the inside of her thigh. "Do you want me to go

further?" "Please" she sighed, as he began to message her pussy lips with the tips of

his fingers. She moaned in ecstasy as this went on. "Please don't stop." She says as

one of Mr. Hawk's fingers penetrates her. "Yes," she squeals, "you're making me so

wet." Mr. Hawk continued, moving his fingers in and out of her pussy while playing

with her tits with his other hand. She was writhing in his lap in complete pleasure.

"You are so hot, and your pussy feels so good," he said, "I wonder how you

taste?" She hears Mr. Hawk lick his finger, "It tastes sweet, would you like a taste?"

"MMM Yes." She moans as Mr. Hawk place his finger to her lips. She licks his

fingers like they are the only source of nourishment available, while he continues

playing with her pussy. She then feels a shutter down her spine as she cums on Mr.

Hawk's fingers. "Oh YESSSSSS!" she cries as her orgasm rips through her. "Did

that feel good?" he asked. "Yes Mr. Hawk, it was great." She replies, as she rubs her

body. "I'm happy you enjoyed that, but we haven't even got started yet."

"Can I take my blindfold off?" she asked, wanting to know the face of the man

who just made her feel the most intense orgasm she has ever felt. "Not yet, the night

isn't over and we haven't truly begun." "At least let me thank you for what we just

did," she said as she started to sit up. "What did you have in mind?" She smiled, and

turned around to face Mr. Hawk. With her hands, she found Mr. Hawk's face and

touched his lips, "Now, this is only the beginning". She placed her lips on his and

deeply kissed him. She has been wondering what it would be like to do this and was

anticipating the moment it would happen. Their tongues danced together for what

seemed like hours, then she smiled and said, "Are you ready for more?"

She slowly moved down his body, using her hands as a guide to her

destination. When she got to his waist, she fumbled around with Mr. Hawk's belt

buckle. "Do you need some help?" Mr. Hawk asked. "No, I can handle it," she said,

as she undid his belt, followed by his zipper. She pulled his pants down to around his

ankles and felt his legs; they were muscular, but not too muscular. Her hands made

their way back to his pelvis and grabbed on to his boxers, "Are you ready?" "Yes,"

Mr. Hawk replied, and then she pulled his boxers down around his ankles.

Her hands moved up his legs, pass his thighs, and to his hard cock. She took

hold of his cock and began to rub it, up and down his shaft. "It feels like a big one,"

she said, "Good, I like big cocks." She took the head of his cock into her mouth and

began going up and down on it. She used her tongue to massage his cock, while her

hands would massage his balls. She could hear Mr. Hawk moaning in pleasure and

asked, "Do you want me to continue?" "Don't stop," he said, as she could feel his

hand touch her head. She resumed playing with Mr. Hawk's cock, occasionally saying

how good his cock tasted, and how big his cock was. She listening to his moaning,

noticing it was getting louder, more intense. She knew he was about to cum.

"Do you like my tongue on your hard cock," she asked, "I love the way your

cock feels on my tongue." "You're gonna make me cum," Mr. Hawk moaned.

"Good, I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste you. Cum for me baby." She

took his cock in her mouth and started to pump his shaft. Mr. Hawk's moans got

louder and louder, she knew it was any second.

"UHHH!" Mr. Hawk groaned as he shot his load down her throat. She was

nearly over whelmed, but she took every last drop of his cum. She smiled, "Is that all

you got? I want more." "If that's what you want, that's what you'll get," Mr. Hawk

said as he recovered. "I want you to stand up and turn to you're right." She asked,

"What are we doing now?" "You'll see, just take my hand." She stood up and felt his

hand touch hers again. She also felt his other hand touch the small of her back and

gently push her forward. "Stop," Mr. Hawk said, "and turn around." She turned

around, "Now what?" "Please sit down." She lowered herself to find she was now on

the bed. "Now lie back, and don't remove the blind fold."

As she laid back into the bed, her anticipation grew. It was only a few hours

ago, she was nervous about meeting Mr. Hawk, and now she was having the most

intense sexual experience of her life. She's had sex before with other men, but it was

never like this. The way Mr. Hawk made her feel was incredible, and she knew it

wasn't over yet. "Are you comfortable?" "Yes," she answered, excited like child on

Christmas morning, she wanted Mr. Hawk to make her cum again. She felt Mr. Hawk

lie down beside her and place his hand on her stomach. "You are so beautiful, I've

imagined what we would do if we ever met, and now, here we are," whispered Mr.

Hawk. His hands began to caress her breasts again, lightly messaging them like a few

moments ago. "That feels nice," she sighed, "I love it when you play with my tits."

But just at that moment, she felt his tongue touch her erect nipple. She moaned,

"Mmmmmmm, that feels soooo good." Mr. Hawk used his tongue to trace the outside

of her nipples, circling in towards the center, where his teeth would pinch. And every

time he did that, She would squeal.

Then she felt Mr. Hawk slowly kiss his way to her stomach. His hands were

messaging her thighs, parting her legs, so he could play with her pussy. Pleasure was

rippling through her like never before; every sensation seemed amplified a hundred

times. When Mr. Hawk finally began to lick her pussy, she let out a scream a sheer

delight. "Please lick my pussy," She cried, "Lick me good." Mr. Hawk went down on

her pussy like a man who was dying of thirst. He lapped every bit of moisture her

pussy had, and then stuck his tongue inside. She was in such ecstasy, she almost

came at that point, but then she felt his finger enter her. She cried out in pleasure,

getting her pussy licked and finger-fucked, she couldn't contain herself any further.

"Oh god, I'm cummmmmiiiiing," she cried as her climax penetrated every cell in her

body. "I think you're ready now."

She smiled. She knew what was coming next, and she couldn't wait. She felt

Mr. Hawk moving on the bed, moving towards the edge. "If you want this to stop

now, we can." Mr. Hawk said. "NO! Don't stop. I want this; I want you to fuck me.

She felt Mr. Hawk's hands touch her legs, spreading them. "I've been waiting for this

all night," Mr. Hawk said, as he let the head of his cock touch her pussy lips.

"Mmmmm, don't tease me like this," she moaned, "Fuck me." She felt Mr. Hawk's

cock penetrate her pussy lips, as Mr. Hawk entered her slowly, it felt so good. She

almost came right there, but she bit her lower lip to distract her. She didn't want one

of her regular orgasms, she wanted a big one. Mr. Hawk continued to slide in and out

of her well-lubricated pussy, get faster and harder as time went by.

Her body was on fire. She had to use all her will power not to cum, and her

orgasm was building. Mr. Hawk was thrusting his hard cock in her wet pussy so hard,

she was crying out in ecstasy. "Fuck me Hawk, fuck me hard," she screamed, "Don't

stop, keep fucking me." Her moaning was getting louder and more primal then ever

before, she couldn't take it anymore. She let down her barriers, and all the orgasmic

energy she had been holding back, flooded through her like a tidal wave.

"Ooooooooh god," she squealed, "Yeah baby, make me cum!" "Did you like that?"

asked Mr. Hawk, "Good, but there's more."

"I want you to get on your hands and knees." She did what Mr. Hawk told her

to do, how could she refuse? Mr. Hawk has taking her to the edge of sexual ecstasy

and beyond, no other man had ever done that to her before. There was no way she

could refuse. She felt Mr. Hawk's hands touch the small of her back, and then he

asked if she was ready. "Mmmmm yes, are you?" she answered, "Because I want you

to cum all over my ass." She felt his cock slide into her pussy with ease, because her

pussy was so wet from her previous orgasms. He thrusted into her like there was no

tomorrow, and she loved every minute of it. She began to feel another orgasm

coming, and squealed, "I'm cummmmming again." Mr. Hawk continued to fuck her

so hard that she climaxed instantly. "Here I cum," she cried, just as Mr. Hawk pulled

out his cock and shot his load onto her ass and back. She felt his hot cum and

squealed, it felt incredible.

They both collapsed on the bed, completely sated from their carnal adventure.

"Can I take the blindfold off now," she asked, "I want to see your face." Mr. Hawk

replied, "Please do." She took of the blindfold and saw him. She looked at his

muscular body, his blonde hair, and his gray eyes. "Am I what you expected," asked

Mr. Hawk. She looked into his eyes and replied, "You're better than that, Mr. Hawk."

Mr. Hawk smiled, "You can call me Hawk." They laughed, and gave each other the

most passionate kiss there is. They then held each other in their arms and resumed

their night's adventure until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The following morning, she woke up in her apartment, alone. She got up and

looked for Hawk. "Hawk?" She called out, "Are you here?" Hawk was nowhere to be

seen. She walked back to her bedroom and looked in her closet. All of her clothes

were back on their clothes hangers, and appeared like they haven't been worn. She

concluded that Mr. Hawk, and what happened last night, was just a dream. She

laughed and went to her computer. She accessed her e-mail account to check her

messages. "ONE NEW MESSAGE," The computer said, so she the clicked the

message to read it. The message read;



Hey babe, I'm staying at the MGM Grand hotel, why don't you

stop by. We could have some fun. Mr. Hawk.



She laughed. If last night's dream was only half right, then why not. She

looked into her mirror and said, "Mya, this is going to be one interesting day."

ETERNAL NIGHT
23:23 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 918

ETERNAL NIGHT



Written by Hawk O'Brian

and Melissa M.





Part 1-Alexa



A mysterious stranger walks into a cabaret-style nightclub to watch their

burlesque show. He seems like everyone else, but he holds a dark secret, he is a

vampire. He finds a spot at the bar and watches the performers as they seduce

the audience as well as each other. Scanning the audience for tonight's potential

victim, the stranger spies a beautiful woman in the front, sitting alone. He senses

that she is a vampire as well, and can tell the performers are exciting her, by the

way her fingers are teasing the small bowl of popcorn she holds.



He walks over and sits next to her and begins rubbing her back. But after a few

seconds, he begins to move towards her neck, lightly scratching her skin with

his nails. "I think I should introduce myself, I'm Taka." Silvery sea blue eyes

gaze at him, framed in long raven hair with a silver streak over her left eye,

as she says, "Hello Taka, I am Alexandra, Alexa is easier I assure you

though."



"Mmmmmmmmmmm, I must say it has been some time since I was on the

receiving end of such niceties. You have wonderful hands M'lord," Alexa

says as she pulls her hair to the side so it's not in the way. She holds the

bowl of popcorn up and asks, "Care for some popcorn?" Taka looks at the

bowl of popcorn, and then returns his glaze to Alexa. "M'lady, I do have an

appetite for something tonite, but it ain't popcorn.



Taka continues teasing Alexa's neck as he moves closer to her. Taka slowly

inches toward her ear, and whispers, "If you think my hands are wonderful, you

can't dream of what my tongue can do." Taka gently licks Alexa's earlobe and

plays with her earring. She can hear the earring jingle as Taka's hand journeys

to the small of her back, teasing her as it goes.



Letting the popcorn bowl sit forgotten in her lap, Alexa gasps softly as her

ear is caressed with his tongue. She whispers softly arching as his hand

travels lower, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm

It has been a long time M'lord...", and shivers as his tongue continues and

smiles. "You seem so sure of your abilities.... what kind of Lady would I be

to dispute them," she says as she tilts her neck baring her throat as a soft

moan falls from her lips between her whispered words.



Taka licks his way down to Alexa's throat and gently kisses her neck. Taka's

hand reaches the small of Alexa's back and finds it's way under her shirt. He

caresses Alexa's skin as he licks and gently

bites Alexa on her neck. Taka hears Alexa quietly moan as his fangs scratch the

skin on her

neck. Her moans become more intense as Taka's hand roam her back. Alexa

feels Taka's hand as he fumbles with her bra clasp until it is undone.



Alexa manages to move her legs as the popcorn bowl falls on the floor,

forgotten. Moving her hands back, she runs her fingers thru his hair, holding

his lips to her neck sighing softly. Hearing the music draw to a close, she

whispers softly between whimpers of pleasure and desire...



"Perhaps we might find a room..." She turns as her bra pops

open and smiles standing to offer a hand, her shirt sitting awkward

for the loose material under it. "Your room or mine?"



Silvery eyes sparkle slightly with both fear and desire as she

wonders where the night will lead.



Alexa's eyes excite Taka. He stands up, takes Alexa's hand and pulls her into his

arms. He gives her a deep passionate kiss, and says "I think your place is closer,

let's go there!"



Taka and Alexa walk out to the street, and hail a taxi. Alexa tells the driver

where to go, and sits back down on the backseat next to Taka. Taka takes her

into his arms again, and begins to caress Alexa's stomach and side. He kisses her

lips and her neck, gently nipping and licking her skin.



The taxi come to halt, and Taka and Alexa climb out of the cab. Taka pays the

driver, as Alexa unlocks the door. Alexa opens the door as Taka walks to her,

and then both enter the hallway to Alexa's room.



Alexa laughs and enters her room, her sword, Fali'sara, rests in the corner and

there are books and papers scattered on her desk, the bed, made neatly in black

and silver sheets and pillows is a king size with a down comforter folded for use

at its foot... there is a couch and chair and a small coffee table.



"Well here we are.... home sweet room..." she laughs as she holds the door as

Taka walks in. "Thank you, you have a nice place..... very enticing." Alexa

laughs, "Its a place to go when the sun rises....

and there is a view out the window of the garden." Alexa leans on the door, as

Taka walks to the window and takes in the view, then he looks out the window.

Alexa licks her lips and then smiles as Taka looks back to her. "The view out the

window is nice, but the view at the door is better," Taka says.



Alexa looks over her shoulder reaching up to rub the old soft wood absently.

"It is a nice door actually," as Alexa's silvery sea blue eyes gaze at Taka as she

smiles teasingly. "I wasn't talking about the door," Taka laughs as Alexa raises a

curious eyebrow. "Reallly?" Alexa asks as Taka walks up to Alexa, and presses

her up against the door. "Really!"



Alexa bites her lip, her hands pressed to her side on the door, her hips pressed

between Taka's and the wood and whispers softly barely and inch from his lips,

Taka kisses Alexa deeply, as she moans from the surprise, "Really.....". Her lips

pressing to Taka's, parting to dance her tongue with his. Her head tipping

slightly to deepen it further, as her hands come to rest on his hips. Alexa moans

as Taka hands rub her sides, thighs, and legs.



"Uhhhhh," Alexa softly whimpers as she is caught off guard as Taka's hands

caress and touch... tries to break the kiss to move from where she is pinned.

Taka's kiss travels from her lips to her neck, gently biting. Alexa gasps, moaning,

as she tilts to expose her neck more, her hands gripping more to keep her knees

from buckling now. "Ooohhggooddssuhhhhh," Alexa moans softly against the

night air.



Taka takes off his coat and throws it to the nearby chair, then continues to caress

and tease Alexa with his tongue and fingers. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,"

moans, as she begins to roam her hands over Taka's body, now beginning to

relax, as her lips kiss and tease over his neck and shoulder.



"Mmmmmmmmmm, I like that," Taka moans, then lifts up Alexa's arms and pulls

her shirt over her head. Alexa lifts her arms letting it slide off, as she bites Taka's

neck teasing, but not breaking his skin. Alexa's hands began to roam as well,

down Taka's hips over his thighs and back up pressing between their bodies to

rub the hardness there as both moan in unison. Alexa kisses her way back up

his body to his lips, lifting her legs slightly to settle his hardness between the

heat and where she desires it most, with the only barriers between them being

the fabric of their clothes.



Alexa tilts her head back, moaning softly, as Taka begins to kiss down Alexa's

neck to her chest. His lips are replaced by his tongue as Taka creates a path to

Alexa's breasts, journeying to her nipples. She shivers under Taka's touch and

not from the night air from the open window.



Taka's hands come up from Alexa's waist, and cup her breasts, as she barely

whispers into the night, "Ohgodssuhhhhh". She arches to Taka's touch as his

tongue teases your nipple and his hand massages and teases her breasts. She

presses her hips harder to Taka's, trapping her hand between them, rubbing him

now with growing desire. "Oh gods Taka...." Alexa moans, as Taka bites her

nipples, causing them to harden and stand up.



"I'm addicted to your nipple's sweet taste," Taka says as he sucks them like there's

no tomorrow. "Oh godsssuhhhhh," Alexa cries out as she can't stop squirming

as her legs begin shaking, feeling the electricity of Taka's ministrations shower

thru her. Alexa's moans continue as Taka's hands begin to travel to her belt,

teasing his way down until he reaches her buckle.



Alexa moves her hands to his back, now out of the way and shaking with desire.

Taka undoes Alexa's belt and begin playing with her waist band, as she caresses

his shoulders between her moans. Taka undoes the waistband and unzip

Alexa's pants as she tries using one hand to press the edge of her jeans down,

revealing the red thong under them, merely another inconvenience in the

desire between them.



Taka pulls Alexa's pants down do the floor, and she lifts her legs out of them.

Then Taka pushes them away and lets his hands travel up Alexa's smooth legs.

She shivers, placing her hands on his shoulders to hold her up, as she whispers

softly, "M'lord Taka... if we do not move from here soon, I fear my legs may

give up on me...."



Taka smiles. "Then where should we go?" he asks as Alexa licked her lips,

nodding towards the bed. "Just an idea," Alexa says as she teasingly grins. Taka

smiles and then says, "You lead the way."



Alexa takes Taka's hand and leads him in the moonlight to the bed, stopping

there to turn and begin removing Taka's clothes. She kisses as the flesh is

exposed until they both stood naked, then slides back onto the bed to lie down.

She holds a hand, beseeching Taka to join her.



Taka lays beside Alexa, leans in and kisses her, letting their tongues dance as

Alexa strokes his body, kissing him deeply. Alexa's hands roam over his body.

She moans deepening the kiss, pressing her body to mold to his as she racks her

nails down his back in desire. Alexa moans as Taka begins kissing his way to

her breasts, licking and nipping at her skin. She arches to his lips, as her hands

continue to roam over Taka's shoulders and through his hair.



"Oh gods Taka... you feel so good," Alexa moans as Taka positions himself on

top of her. He continues to her stomach, eventually reaching her pussy. Taka's

tongue teases Alexa's clit as his fingers play with her lips.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she gasps, gripping the sheets

arching up in pleasure as her heat sears thru her, making her so wet and hot.

Alexa's body warms to it, as Taka rubs her lips gently.



"Yyyyyyesssssssssssss," Alexa cries, as Taka's fingers spread her wet pussy lips,

allowing his tongue to enter her, tasting her sweetness. "Ohhhyeesss," Alexa

bucks wanting Taka in her. Her hands grip his shoulders, holding him to her.

Alexa moans, as Taka's tongue enters her further, licking her quicker then

before.



"Noouhhhhgoodsssuhhhh," Alexa gasps rising to his lips, her hips bucking,

"Pleaseeeggooddssuhhh plleeaseeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Taka's

hand creeps back to her breasts, pawing at them as he tongue fucks her. He

pinches her nipple as his tongue attacks her pussy with a fervor.

"Plleeaseeegoodss I need youuu

pleeaseeeeAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhh," Alexa cries out, as she

bucks once more, cumming hard, juices flooding over his lips. Taka laps up all

her juices and then climbs his way back up to gaze into her eyes.



Alexa smiles, half pulling, half growling, as he gazes at her. Taka kisses her

deeply, as Alexa parts her lips kissing him back with equal fervor. Taka's hands

roams her trembling body, and then breaks the kiss, his eyes telling her what he

wants. He rolls so that Alexa is now on top of him, sitting up, pushing her hair

back over her head.



"I've wanted you the moment I saw you," Taka says, as Alexa straddles him,

looking down. Alexa asks, "Why me?...although I must admit I have wanted

you also." as her body, wet and hot, hovers on his hard cock. Taka's hands

creep up her thighs, as he says, "There was something I sensed about you.....

something that set my heart afire." Alexa begins rocking, slowly, still not letting

his cock slide in, as Taka moans.



"Really? Alexa smiles, "gods I want you." She leans down to kiss Taka once

more, as she raises her hips up, teasingly guiding her wet pussy lips over his

cock. Taka moans as he feels Alexa's hot, wet lips on his cock. Alexa kisses his

neck and chest, licking his nipples 'til they harden in the cool air as she whispers

softly, "Tell me what you desire."



Alexa rubs Taka's cock harder under her wet clit as he says, "What do I

desire......?" He looks into her eyes, grabs her hips, thrusts his cock into her

pussy, and says, "I desire you." Alexa cries out in pleasure and shock as he

thrusts deep inside her. Taka continues to thrust his cock inside Alexa as his

hands move her hips up and down, her tight hotness is his reward.



Taka continues thrusting into Alexa's warm, slick pussy. He moans, as his hands

grab her breasts and squeeze. "Oh gods yess!" Alexa screams, as she sits up and

leans back, making the angle hit inside her tighter and harder, stretching the

both of them to higher pleasure. She reaches back to fondle Taka's balls, pulling

his legs apart to drive them both mad in passion.



"Uhhhhhhh," Alexa moans, and begins rocking faster, taking Taka deeper as she

keeps playing with his balls and teasing his ass. Taka sighs as Alexa's nails

scratching his inner thighs. "Yess godss yessss," Alexa cries, as she begins to

rock harder on his cock, causing Taka to thrust into her pussy even faster. She

responds by rocking faster, and leaning down to kiss Taka's lips.



Taka kisses Alexa deep as he rolls her onto her back. Alexa lies back and lifts

her legs wide and far to let Taka drive deeper still. Moaning in desire, Alexa

hands roam Taka's back, again and again, gripping his ass to pull him into her.



Taka looks into Alexa's eyes and says, "Cum for me, baby," as she lets out a small

moan. As her body arches, Alexa's pussy tightens even more around Taka's

cock, taken it deep inside her. "Uhhhgoddsssuhhh," she screams,

"Oohttaakkaaaaammmmm!" "Mmmmmmmm," Taka moans, and then slows

down, pulls out of Alexa and says, "Get on your hands and knees." Alexa looks

at him confused, but slowly starts to crawl onto her knees, turning over.



Taka grabs her hips and teases her pussy lips with the head of his cock. "Oh

godsspleasee baby," Alexa pleads, as she tries to push back, wanting him in her

once more. Taka pushes his cock in Alexa all the way in, his balls bumping on

her clit, getting faster as he continues to fuck her.



"Ohgodsssuhhh," Alexa grunts, in rhythm with Taka's pounding as she slams

back equally hard into his crotch. She feels Taka's balls hit her clit on each swing

as she tenses more around him. Both moan in unison, as Taka fucks Alexa hard,

fast, and deep.



Alexa feels the juices begin to flow and suddenly cries out, "Uhhhhgodsssuhhh

Ttaaakkaaauhhh," as she cums, hard and fast.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Alexa screams as her orgasm

continued, driving Taka over the edge.

"LEXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Taka cries, as he climaxes, filling

Alexa with his cum. Alexa thrusts back milking him for every drop, reaching

under to fondle Taka's balls as well.



Taka's body starts to twitch as the last of his orgasm rips through him, as Alexa

collapses beneath him. He crumples beside her, and takes Alexa into his arms.

Alexa smiles, feeling Taka's arms around her and lets out a little sigh of

contentment, as both drift off to sleep.



A few hours later, Alexa awakes, finding Taka gone. She gets up, and finds a

note on her dresser with her name on it. She picks it up and reads:

M'lady Alexa, Last night was magical.

I had to go and take care of some personal business,

but I will find you again soon.

Taka.



Alexa smiles, and puts the note down. "I hope so, Lord Taka, I hope so." She

heads for the bathroom, and turns on the water to her bath. She smiles a hidden

smile and prepares to relax. Meanwhile, Taka sits atop an apartment building,

watching and waiting for a human to stroll by.



His mind wanders. He thinks of Alexa and the night they just had, along with a

million other memories he has. He wonders what will happen next, and what

adventures await. He only knows one thing......only time will tell.





Part 2-Return to Ravenblack City



In a darkened room, the silence is broken with the sound of keys being put in a

deadbolt. The lock is undone, the door is opened, and Lord Taka enters his

apartment. He throws his trench coat over a chair and heads into the kitchen.



Taka walks over to the refrigerator, opens it, and places a container, holding a

thick red liquid, on the shelf. He stares at the container, and smiles. To him, the

container's contents represent a good night's hunting, and reason he is still

alive. "Life's blood," he says to himself, chuckling at the irony of the words of

his intended pun. He closes the refrigerator's door and walks to his bathroom.



Taka walks to the sink and looks into the mirror hanging above it. He notices a

red stain in the corner of his lips, so he turns on the faucet, and sticks his hands

under the running water. He cups the water in his hands and brings them up to

his face, splashing the water on his skin. He repeats that a few more times before

picking up a towel, drying his face off, and again looking in the mirror to see if

the red stain was still there. It's now gone and Taka smiles, revealing his long

whitish fangs in the mirror.



Taka makes his way back to the living room, and sits down on the couch. It has

been just Six months since he arrived in Ravenblack City. And in that time, he

has explored the thriving metropolis, made friends, and faced enemies.



He has also noticed that Ravenblack City is teeming with the vampires. This

impressed Taka, because although he had lived in other cities, like New York and

London, Ravenblack City seemed to be a haven for the undead. And this suited

Taka just fine.



Taka has found friends amongst the vampires, and for the first time in his 6000

years, he feels like someplace, this place, could be called home. He has met

wonderful people, who he would consider as friends, like Lady Tich and her

sister, Sepherina Lyr, and of course, the infamous Devil Miyu.



But the one person he thinks of the most is Alexandra Moroveston, and the

night he and Alexa shared a few months ago. Without a doubt, the last Six

months have been memorable, but not nearly as exhausting as the past week.



For the past week, he has been very busy hunting, helping his friends with their

problems, and fighting off vampire hunters. He is so tired, that he decides he

needs some time to rest, so he sits back and elects to watch some TV.



Taka finds the remote control, but just before he can click the TV on, he hears his

front door open. "Who's there?" Taka calls out, readying himself in case it is

another so-called "vampire slayer" is there. But then he feels a presence, a

presence very familiar to him. Alexandra Moroveston leans in from the

doorway and smiles. "Good evening Lord Taka," she says softly, "it has been a

while." Taka looks up and smiles. "Yes it has, Alexa," he says, "How are you?"



"Good M'lord, thank you," she replies, "and yourself?" "Very tired," Taka

says, then smiles, "work has been killing me." Alexa laughs and says, "poor

Taka." "Thanks," Taka chuckles, "but what about you?"

Alexa walks into the apartment and say, "Not bad really... just wandering around

and I saw your light on."



"Well, join me," Taka says, "I just sat down for the evening, and I am always in

the mood for such beautiful company." Alexa walks in and sits down on the

edge of the couch smiling, "Your flattering as always M'lord... but I will stay if

you desire." Taka looks at Alexa and asks, "So what brings you back to the city?

Good news I hope."



Alexa: "Yes M'lord," Alexa says, "coming home after long absence. I found

what I sought and it's dealt with, now I am home to relax a bit." "Ahhhhhh,"

Taka says, "well it's good that you are back…the city has been quiet without

you." Alexa smiles, "Thank you, but perhaps sometimes that is for the better."



"For the better?" Taka asks, confused at Alexa's words. "When things are

quiet," He says," I tend to worry." Alexa laughs, "That's why I prefer the

quiet... I like worrying everyone once in a while." Taka smiles, "You like me to

worry huh?" Alexa winks at Taka and says coyly, "It stirs things up."



Taka laughs. "Really?" he asks, "what stirs?" Alexa licking her lips and says,

"Anything I can get my hands into." She laughs as Taka smiles.

"Hmmmmmmmmm, " he replies as he moves closer to Alexa, "just imagine the

possibilities." Alexa pats the couch next to her. "Come join me, hun," she says,

"it has been too long."



"Tell me how you have faired in my absence," Alexa asks, "what woman finally

has you for a catch, and how do you fair in the city with things twisting as they

have?" Taka moves next her and whispers in her ear, "I've pursued and been

pursued, but nothing has come around yet. And lately it seems that everyone

else has a companion, so I've been focusing on other matters." "Such as what,"

Alexa asks, "tell me what bides your time."



Taka smiles. "Quests, hunts," he replies, "and the occasional vampire hunter

foolish enough to try and kill me." "Really!" exclaims Alexa, "sounds like you

have been busy." "Just a little..," Taka answers, "what about you?"



"Not much," Alexa says, "just been settling in." Taka coyly smiles, "But tell

me…have you kept yourself occupied as well,: or do you require some

attention?" Alexa smiles, looking down. She feels the crimson rise to her cheeks

as she says, "I am well M'lord honestly..., but perhaps later."



Taka smiles, "Later it is then, care for a drink?" "I would love that," Alexa says,

"thank you." Taka gets up and goes to the bar. "What would you like?" he asks

to which Alexa replies, "Some bloodwine would be fine, thanks." Taka opens a

bottle of bloodwine and pours a glass:



Taka holds out the glass of bloodwine and says, "Here ya go." Alexa takes the

glass and says, "thank you Lord Taka," and then takes a sip. "Do you like, it's a

rare vintage," Taka asks as Alexa licks her lips. "Its fantastic as usual," she

answers, "you DO have one of the best wine cellars of anyone I know M'lord."



"Well, when you've been alive for almost 6000 years," Taka replies, "you better

have something to show for it." Alexa laughs, raises her glass and says,

"Touché." "Perhaps later M'lady," Taka says with a mischievous grin making

Alexa smile.



Taka moves closer to Alexa and begins to caress her neck. "Mmmmmmmm,"

Alexa moans as she lets the glass slide out of the way. She closes her eyes,

smiles, and says, "Easy M'lord...it has been some time." She lets out a small

moan as Taka replies, "M'lady, don't worry."



"Mmmmmmmm I never do with you M'lord," Alexa manages to whisper as

Taka's other hand caresses her thigh. Taka whispers in her ear, "Alexa, you

seem sooooo tense," as she shivers slightly, trying to relax. "It has been a long

time M'lord," she whimpers, "that is all."



"Well then. this should relax you..." Taka says as he leans in and kisses her lips.

Alexa moans softly, parting her lips and kissing him back softly. She lets out a

small sigh as his tongue enters her mouth, and plays with her tongue.



Taka's hand moves up her thigh, as his fingers caress Alexa's skin. She shivers,

moving a bit closer, deepening the kiss. Taka's hand moves under skirt, feeling

her soaking wet panties. "Oooooo, it has been awhile." Taka says as Alexa's

body shudders.



"Oh gods Taka," Alexa softly moans "it has been soooo long." Taka's fingers

tease her pussy lips and clit thru her panties. "Oh godsssuhhhhhh!" Alexa

cries out as she lifts her hips slightly to meet his fingers, her body arching back

slightly as she reaches to try and place the shaking goblet on the nearby table

before it spills.



Alexa feels her ecstasy building as Taka whispers, "Mmmmmmm, my dear ...

remove your clothing so I can truly please you." Alexa slips her shirt over her

head and slips off her panties, leaving the skirt on to give Taka something to play

with. Alexa leans back slightly, pulling Taka down with her to kiss him deeply

once more. Their tongues dance, as his fingers enter her pussy, rhythmically

going in and out.



"Oh godss," Alexa moans, her body moves in rhythm with the fingers as her

hands dance over Taka's body. Taka breaks the kiss, to travel his way down her

body. Alexa shivers, and closes her eyes, leaning back to let the skirt rise up

exposing her lower belly and pussy.



Taka traces his path to Alexa's breasts with his tongue. Alexa moans as Taka

licks, nips, and gently bites at her flesh. His fingers continue thrusting into her

wet pussy, as her juices flow down his fingers. "Oh gods baby," Alexa cries, "I

want you so badly... pleeeeeeaseeeeeeeeUHHHHHHHHH!" Taka smiles and

moves down to her pussy…his tongue leading way.



Taka attacks her pussy, like he's hungry for Alexa's juices. His tongue enters

her and laps at her womanhood as Alexa gasps. She cries out and thrusts her

hips towards his lips as she nearly cums on the spot. "Mmmmmmmm," Taka

says, "I think you are ready for me now." "Gods yes... pleeeaseeeeeee!" Alexa

cries as Taka stands up, extends his hand, and says, "Come with me."



Alexa takes his hand and follows behind Taka as they move away from the

couch. They head to the kitchen, as Taka smiles a mischievous smile. They get

to the table and he moves behind Alexa. Taka's hand comes from behind Alexa,

caressing her breasts, as his other hand moves down her stomach. Alexa leans

over the table, pressing back slightly against Taka, and whimpers softly, "Please

Taka…"



Taka smiles. "How bad do you want it?" Taka asks, knowing Alexa's answer

already. "Please Taka..." Alexa softly whimpers as she tries to turn, reaching

back to get to his pants. Taka stops her from turning and asks, "How bad do you

need it?" as he watches her squirm.



"Uhhhh plleeaseeeeee," Alexa pleads, as Taka unbuckles his belt, and undoes

his pants. Alexa hears the jingle of his buckle being undone, and squeals in

delight. Taka lowers his pants and his hard cock pops out and lands on her ass.

Alexa lets out a small sigh, when Taka whispers, "Tell me what you want."



Alexa wriggles back, trying to reach for Taka's hard cock. She moans, "I want

you baby, please," as the tip of his cock rubs against her swollen pussy lips.

Alexa parts her legs and leans over, sticking her ass back towards Taka.



Taka grabs Alexa's hips and enters her, filling her completely. Alexa cries out

as Taka moves in, and out, getting harder with each thrust. "Oh

godssuhhyesssss," Alexa moans, thrusting back with each move, taking him

deeper and deeper. She moans as he grips her hips, pulling her towards him,

over and over again.



"Yessuhhhh gods soo clooseeeemmmmmmmm," Alexa cries, as Taka smiles

and says, "Cum for me." "Oh godsss," Alexa says, "cum with me babay

pleeeaseeeee...." Alexa feels her body spasm, tightening around the hard shaft

deep inside her, and tries to hold out just a second longer. She moans as Taka

says, "No, you first..... I got something for you after."



"Oh godsssuhhhpleeaseeeemmmmmmmm," Alexa cries, trying to slow down,

wanting to wait for Taka. "Cum for me," Taka says, as Alexa can no longer hold

back, and cums hard, crying out. She feels the juices flood over the cock deep

inside her, overflowing as she rocks harder. As her orgasm ripples through

her, Taka pulls out of her, and says "Now… get up on the table."



Alexa hops up on the kitchen table, and sits back. She spreads her legs wide,

reaching for Taka's shoulders, and pleads, "Please baby, I need you…" Taka

enters her pussy as her legs rest on his shoulders. Alexa leans back and slides

towards him, reaching to grasp his hips to pull him deeper.



Like piston, Taka thrusts his cock into her, heaving and grunting. "You ready

baby?" Taka asks as Alexa cries out, "Gods yes…pleeaseeeeuhhhhhhhhhh!"

Taka feels a tidal wave of power flow thru him as he cums.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cries, as Alexa feels

him explode in her, and rocks through the explosion, cumming again.



"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Alexa squeals, as Taka's cum fills her pussy. She feels the

juices mingle and overflow, covering her ass and dripping over his balls, as she

cries out again. She moves to milk every drop from Taka, pulling him down

into a deep kiss. Taka moans as their tongues dance, like a carnal ballet. Alexa

slips her legs down, wrapping around his hips as she bucks in an easy rhythm.

Taka lets out a small sigh, as he feels the last bit of his orgasm subside.



"Oh gods love... it has been sooo long..." Alexa says, as she touches Taka's

cheek and hair, caresses him down passed his shoulders, holding him close.

He chuckles, "I guess you'll be in the city more often now, huh?" Smiling,

Alexa replies, "Only if I am wanted..."and then softly laughs.



Taka smiles and leans in. "Well…you're always welcome here." Taka

whispers, "You can stop by anytime you desire." Alexa smiles and asks,

"Anytime I desire?" "I guess I'll be here a lot then." Alexa says as they rise

from the table, and adjourn to the bedroom, laughing. They continue their

escapade for a few more hours, until they both collapse from exhaustion,

completely satisfied.



Taka awakes as the sun sets for the evening. He looks next to him, and realizes

that Alexa isn't there. He gets out of bed and walks to his kitchen, still feeling the

effects of the previous nights activities on his aching muscles. He opens the

refrigerator and pulls out a container of blood and takes a long drink from it. He

walks into the living room, grabs the remote control to the TV and pushes the

"ON" button.



As he channel-surfs to see what is on, he notices a folded slip of paper across the

table. Taka picks up the note, opens it, and reads;

My Love,

You made my return memorable,

But there is much for me to do.

I will return to you as soon as I can.

Alexa



He places the note back on the table as leaves the kitchen and heads to bath room

for a shower. He turns on the water, and feels the hot water bounce off his

chest. His memories go back to the night before, and he smiles. "Alexa, my

door is always open to you."





Part 3-Noctem Aeternus



A dimly lit room is illuminated by a few candles on a table as a figure walks across the

floor. He walks to the table and opens up a very old leather bound book. He reads a

few pages with a serious look on his face, like the words he was reading were very

important to him.



The figure looks up, and closes the book. He reaches across the table and clicks the

button to his PC. As the computer boots up, he stands, picking up the book, and walks

over to his bookshelf. He places the book on the shelf, walks back to his PC, and clicks

on an "on-line chess" program. "Welcome back, Taka," a computerized voice says, as

the vampire Taka's face is illuminated by the screen. A chess board appears and a game

begins.



Times goes by, and digital chess pieces on a PC screen dance as Taka smiles. He

knows he has won the game, and in a few moves he will declare "checkmate". Then

suddenly, he hears footsteps coming from behind his front-door. He wonders who

could be calling this late at night. Taka hears soft knockings on the door, followed by a

voice calling out his name. The voice sounds familiar, so he answers, "Yes… Alexa?"



Alexandra Moroveston opens the door slowly, looking around making sure she is

not interrupting. "I simply saw the light on," she says, "and wanted to say hello."

Taka smiles, "Oh, hi....please come in." Alexa smiles, stepping in about halfway. "I

wanted to be sure you were well," she says, "it has been a while M'lord. Are you

busy?"



"I was just relaxing," Taka replies, "playing a game of chess…nothing too important."

"I could leave, I don't wish to be a bother," Alexa says, but Taka shakes his head. "No,

come in......have a drink," he insists, "I shall dispatch this poor fool quickly."



"If you desire M'lord...." Alexa comes in removing her cloak and sword, laying

them on a chair by the door. She walks over letting the few tendrils that escaped the

knot on her head, flicker around her cheeks. Her half laced hunting shirt and

matching skin-tight pants flow into her matching boots, as she leans on the table besides

Taka, watching as he plays.



"You play well M'lord Taka." Alexa says, to which Taka replies, "I better, I invented

the damn game, Besides it's all in the strategy. What better game is there to teach

soldiers how to think, unfortunately, some get it....some don't. Alexa agrees and says,

"I fear my gifts are better at espionage and spying M'lord... my soldiering and other

skills sadly lack from not being used or honed," as Taka exclaims, "Ah, check and

mate!



Alexa claps, nodding respectfully. "Congratulations M'lord...very well done,"

Alexa laughs, "I fear the game of chess elude my simple one step mind... even my

mortals 12-year-old will not play with me because I foil simple patterns with off the wall

moves for lack of knowing to see four steps ahead." Taka smiles, and gazes over to

Alexa. "You look beautiful tonite, out hunting?" Taka asks, and Alexa replies, "I had

been, but I decided against it."



"The Beast is too hungry," Alexa says, "and hunting alone at times like this

endangers our existence..." She looks down at her hands and fiddles with her

nonacher ring. "I fear I cannot control my frenzy well and leaving the mess will

endanger us all," Alexa says, "but please, worry not about my troubles M'lord or

shortcomings...



Alexa looks down then walks to the open balcony doors and gazes at the view. "I

had almost forgotten what a view you have from here Mlord," She says, "... it is much

nicer than my own." Taka gets up and walks over to her, as she stares out to the

horizon with her hands to her sides.



"You can thank the real estate agent for the view," Taka says, "she found the place."

"I fear the property in the city I have overlooks the DoJo gardens of the SC," Alexa

replies, "it's interesting, but not as lovely as I had hoped for, but it does have a garden

of its own which was a requirement. Perhaps I shall have my proprietor get in touch

with her, if you have no objections Lord Taka."



Taka smiles, and says, "None what so ever." Alexa nods silently, feeling Taka stand

just behind her. "Why should one such as we, not enjoy the splendors of nature,"

Taka says, as he places his hands on Alexa's hips. "Indeed... and I would not have

been able to sleep amongst the havoc of the city without my night blooming wisteria

below my window..." she says, as she gasps slightly at the unexpected touch, but

doesn't move and soon relaxes once more.



Taka senses Alexa's nervousness, and says, "You seem tense M'lady...." Alexa sighs.

"As I spoke earlier M'lord, it has been a rough few nights is all... please don't concern

yourself..." she says, "I am far too stubborn to allow anything to bother me overly

much." "But, if you let it consume you..." Taka replies, "it will destroy you." Alexa

responds, whispering softly, almost as if unintentionally out loud, "It already has....."



"Then you must purge this from your heart and soul," Taka whispers, "I can

help......" Alexa shivers closing her eyes feeling the whisper on her bare neck. "It's

the frenzy M'lord......" Alexa whispers back, trying to still her mind from its sudden

leaping, "I fear it masters me instead of the other way around......" Alexa thinks about

her lament, and it dawns on her…what if Taka can read minds?



"Yes I can." Taka says, surprising Alexa with the revelation that all her secrets, her

desires, and her fears, are all out there for Taka to see. "The hunger is a powerful

demon," Taka continues, "but not all powerful. It can be controlled." He touches her

mind, and feels the Beast struggling against the shields of one who never learned to

control them earlier, and now, after 500 yrs it was in control of her.



"You mastered it young M'lord," Alexa whispers, "my Sire was stolen from me

when I was young, I learned alone.... without a Master... and thus never learned to

control it. No.......I learned how to control, because I must," Taka says, "I had no

master, no teacher, because I was among the first of our kind."



"Then you were stronger and wiser than me for I never learned such things," Alexa

replies, "I fear the hungrier it gets the worse it gets... yet I fear it and avoid it, thus the

cycle of inner destruction...." She shivers not from the evening cool, but under the

touch of Taka's hand still on her hip, as Taka asks, "Do you wish to gain power over

this hunger?"



"No please... I could not trouble you Mlord," Alexa says, as her voice cracks, "perhaps I should

go..." She starts to move away, as Taka says, "It is no trouble.....for me. I have helped

many, but they are forced to "undergo" a new sort of life, and its price is costly."



"MY gift holds far more responsibility then you have ever known," Taka says, as

Alexa stops just two feet from him. She listens, her mind laughing at her wish to learn

control after 500 or more years. she quietly asks, "What price?"



"You must use your new gift to help this world," Taka says, "and protect this world

from the darkness that wishes to consume it." "But I am a healer and empathic

M'lord," Alexa exclaims, "one who will not take sides in the wars that I may help

others... that is an easy enough task." But Taka turns and shakes his head.



"You don't understand what I am asking of you," Taka says, as Alexa stands with her

fists clenched, trying not to run scared from her inner voice. "Then tell me........." she

says. Taka turns to her and unemotionally answers, "Come with me....."



Alexa turns, facing Taka, with curiosity and fear open on her face. "M'lord?" she

asks, confused as Taka walks to the wall....and touches a hidden lever. The wall opens

up to reveal a hidden room and Taka walks in.



Alexa follows stops a few steps behind you watching, pausing in the doorway. And

in an uncertain voice, she asks, "Lord Taka.....? Where are we going?" She glances

back at her cloak and sword for a moment, and says, "But my things...."



"If you wish to know the price," Taka says, "you must enter.... unarmed and without

question." Alexa thinks, that if had she a beating heart, it would surely be pounding,

but she looks at Taka, her silvery eyes locking to his for a moment. "What is your

decision?" he asks, "stay ....or go?"



Alexa steps forward a couple paces, clearing the doorway. Her chin a little higher, as

the stubbornness she is famous for kicks in. Her eyes, normally the silvery blue of the

sea, are now the steel grey of fear and determination, as she utters only one word,

"……Stay."



The door quickly closes behind Alexa, sealing them both in. The room is dark, but

slowly grows brighter, as Taka's eyes become bright blue and shine with the light of

power. "Alexa....step forward," Taka says, as Alexa bites her lip, a subconscious act

now she rarely knows she does, her lithe capable form suddenly transformed in that

single action into the guise of a frail child.



Unable to take her eyes from Taka's, Alexa steps forward till she is a hands length

from him. "The world you know is only the surface of what truly lies beneath," Taka

says, as Alexa nods, not looking away, her eyes locked to his, giving her full attention.

And then Taka says, "I shall start at the beginning...."



"At first, this world formed from the result of another universe destroying itself. It's

survivors laid claim to this realm, and over the Eons, the survivors grew powerful,

becoming Gods and demons." Alexa looks around her, her periphery vision trying to

guess where she is, as Taka continues, "But they became bored, so they created this

universe......"



The walls of the room fall away, and Taka and Alexa are standing in seems to be in

outer space. Alexa staggers a moment, her eyes breaking from yours as she gasps. She

looks back into Taka's glowing eyes, as he resumes his tale.



"And in their boredom, the Gods created many worlds," Taka says, "and seeded

them with life. The gods debated, discussed, and warred over how the worlds should

be governed, some saw the worlds as places to be worshiped, and others saw the

worlds as places they can teach." Alexa listens, as she bites her lip once more in

wonder and fear.



"The debate wages on until they could no longer agree to disagree, so War was

declared. It was God vs. God, each struggling for the control of the universe. And

after eons of war, Gods were defeated and destroyed." Then, when the Gods were

weakened, the Demons rose up and tried to destroy the few remaining Gods.



Alexa listens, shivering despite there being no cold. She asks, "Umm... M'lord what

has it to do with me... I am no god or demon....." "Amongst these demons, was

Vamprus, "Taka says,"......the one who made me."



Alexa shudders, realizing the lineage now. She tries to back up one step and finds she

can't, as Taka resumes the story. "He was a great and powerful demon, who loved to

drink the blood of innocents. He wanted to rule the universe with his iron fist, but he

knew he could not win.....unless he had an army." "Vampires," Alexa softly whispers,

as the fear of those old demons coming back this moment filling her with dread.



"Vamprus knew he would need skilled leaders," Taka says, "so he looked for the best

fighters from every village that he controlled. He would go to the people of the earth,

and find those who would be the first, then he saw me....."



Alexa's lip slips between her teeth once more out of habit. She swallows slightly,

thinking of the power at the times you speak of, the massive powers, and listens as Taka

continues. "I was a chieftain's son, and a skilled warrior. But more importantly, I was

the general Vamprus needed to win his war. He thought of ways he could get me to

swear allegiance to him and fight his war, and then he found my only weakness."



"Yanara was my betrothed, but she was more," Taka says, "....she was the love of my

life, and Vamprus knew I would do anything for her. He ordered that Yanara was to

be his sacrifice, and her blood would be delivered to him by the next full moon. I was

horrified, and went to Vamprus to beg for her life."



Alexa closes her eyes, and hisses softly under her breath, thinking how much more

she and Taka had in common. "It was then he offered the deal....," Taka says, as Alexa

finishes, "Be his general, and she would live..." "Yes....naturally I accepted." Taka

replies, as Alexa growls softly, not realizing her clenched fists.



"Then it happened," Taka says, "energy bolted from Vamprus' hands and struck me.

I felt the energy bathe over me, and transform me. When I opened my eyes again, I

was different.....I was the first Vampire, and I was Vamprus' new general.



"The first embrace," Alexa says as her words fall soft, barely above a whisper, almost

an echo in the void they stand in. "Vamprus was your Sire... but Lord Taka... you

said...." She says as Taka interrupts. "I said I had no master," he says, and then smiles,

"but we are not up to that part of the story."



"The war began and Vamprus recruited other generals to fight for him," Taka

continues, "He even created his Queen. Vamprus' children enjoyed their new gifts, all

except me. I cared not for the immortality, or the power vampires have. I hated the fact

I needed blood to survive, but none of that mattered, as long as Yanara was alive."



Alexa listens as she tries to figure her place in all this, as Taka continues his story.

"But during a banquet Vamprus held for his Generals, I learned that everything I had

done, and everything I had become was for nothing. Vamprus gave me a cup of

blood, to toast my victories, but after I drank, he asked me if I enjoyed it, and laughed."

Alexa squeezes her fists tighter, small droplets of blood pooling where her nails

settled, as a growl forms deep in her throat, "Yanara."



"Yes, it was her blood," Taka says, "Vamprus killed her, thinking that his gifts would

outshine my love for her. But he was wrong and I killed him on the spot." Alexa

gasps and shakes her head, as Taka continues, "I took his head, and as it fell to floor, his

loyal Queen and Generals fled the banquet hall."



"And then something strange happened," Taka says, "A bright light illuminated the

hall....and in that light was what appeared to be a man and woman. I recognized them

as Gaea, the Earth Mother and her Husband, Sol. When the light subsided, the

Woman spoke. She said, "Taka, son of Osis.....you have destroyed our enemy

Vamprus. Now the war is over and the universe is safe from his rule. But,

since you have killed many innocent people, you must be punished for your

sins.""



Alexa is shocked with Taka's story and listens as he continues. "The woman looked at

me and said, "From this day forth, you will be the Guardian of this realm, and

protect this world from the evils that may yet plague it," and with bolt of

lightning, they imbued me with more power...... and I was sent off, to begin my quest."



"And I have been around ever since then, performing my duties," Taka says as Alexa

asks, "Keeping the demons at bay?" "Yes, At first I hunted the Generals, destroying

them, ending Vamprus' hold on the world, but the Queen still eludes me. She stills

poses a threat to this realm.... but I will find her." Alexa nods, and says, "Of that I have

no doubt M'lord...."



"But protecting the realm is no easy task," Taka says, "the evils still roam this world,

and if not kept in check, it will allow the old gods to return. I need help, protecting this

world, and countless others from that fate." Alexa nods solemnly, and says "I

understand..........."



"As I said, I can help you rid yourself of the hunger," Taka says, "I can help you walk

in the sun once more and make you more powerful then any of our kind. But the price

is you will help me protect this world. You will give yourself, your very life if

necessary, in order to the protect the realm." Alexa bites her lip, unsure of what to.



"Now, I have told you cost," Taka says, "I need your answer." "But I..." Alexa

stutters, "its so much... I don't know…" Alexa looks around at the void they stand in,

then back at Taka's eyes as his voice booms, "YOUR ANSWER....NOW!"



"AHHHHHHHHH!" Alexa screams, frightened from hearing the raw power in

Taka's voice. She jumps back, trembling, trying compose herself. Her voice shakes as

she looks up, and says, "Yes." Taka extends wrist, lifts his sleeve, and says,

"Then......drink from me."



"I... uhhhhh Lord Taka, you have to know, there is another." Alexa says, "the one I

am betrothed to. I will never shirk my duty, but I wish him not to know…not yet. Taka

smiles and says, "This is not marriage…" and is about to say more, until Alexa jumps in

and exclaims, "I understand, but I wish to tell him in my own time… please."



"Fine," Taka says, "but this offer may not be here next time and now the others now

know of you. They will seek you out to either corrupt you..... or destroy you, and then

there is the Queen." Alexa nods looking at Taka's wrist and steps forward, slowly

going to her knees in front of him, and whispers, "I know..........."



"There is no need to bow, I am not a god," Taka says, "I am merely a soldier with a

heavy burden." Alexa looks up at Taka, slowly stands, and asks, "How many.... how

many others of us... how many are there?" Taka closes his eyes, and quietly says, "A

few......some have given their lives to fulfill their responsibilities, but they have seen

and done things, you could never imagine."



Alexa nods, listening to Taka's words. "This, my dear," he says, pointing to the

surrounding space, "is only the tip of the iceberg. So I ask you again......what is your

answer.....yes or no?"



Taka extends his wrist again, and Alexa takes the wrist, looking into his eyes.

".........yes," she says as Taka says, "Then drink!" Alexa places her gossamer lips to his

wrist and bites slowly. Her fangs sink in, tasting the vita, that flows slowly into her

mouth, as Taka grimaces at pain of the bite.



Alexa feels the beast in her waken at the taste. She growls slightly, gripping now with

two hands, biting and drinking deeper. Taka's pain can be felt in his voice, as he says,

"Yes, drink and purge the demon. The blood will cleanse you." Alexa growls as she

hears the beast, trying to fight the blood filling her.



"I can hear the beast, in your mind..." Taka utters, "but what it doesn't know.....is my

blood is stronger then it is. It feeds, but it is only destroying itself. It will resist, but it

can't for long.!" In Alexa's mind, the beast's growling grows as does it's feeding, until

suddenly the growl becomes a scream.



Alexa suddenly lets go of Taka's wrist and falls to her knees. Then she falls to all

fours, panting and dizzy, as she licks the blood from her lips, keeping it from dripping

down her chin. Then suddenly

Alexa grips her stomach in one arm and lets out a scream. "I... it hurtssss....." she

screams, " burrns almostt....."



Taka's eyes begin to glow with blue fire, and energy bursts from his eyes. The

energy ripples around Alexa, and in her, bathing her in light. Struggling to sit up,

Alexa looks at Taka. Frozen by his gaze, She moans softly, feeling the changes.



"The darkness in you is being driven out of you," Taka says, as his eyes start to grow

darker, until they appear the normal gray. "OohhhuhhhLLOorrddTTaaakkkkaaaa!"

Alexa screams, as she grips his shirt front, shuddering. She closes her eyes, feeling

the power ripple thru her body, destroying the darkness. Alexa gasps as the pain

slowly subsides, as she watches the universe fade behind them and dark gray walls

take its place.



The door slowly opens, and the light from outside illuminates the dark room. Taka

helps Alexa off the ground. "Alexa, you have just joined an ancient and powerful

family," he says, walking out on to the balcony. "The Mother welcomes you into her

heart, and the father warms you with his power."



Alexa follows Taka out to the balcony and looks at him smiling. "I feel so different,"

Alexa says, when just then the sun breaks over the horizon. Alexa cries as it crests,

covering her face, fearing the Sun's hurtful light. She spins back to it, trying to move

behind Taka, bumping into him. Taka quietly laughs, and says, "Welcome back to the

world of the living."



"It won't hurt you anymore Alexa," Taka says, "You are more then a Vampire now.

Enjoy what I have returned to you." He takes Alexa's hand and puts it over her heart.

She looks up slowly, still almost cowering in his chest, as Taka asks, "Do you feel it?"



"How.... I don't understand," Alexa says, bewildered as to what she feels, "it's

pulsing, almost like a heartbeat... inside me." "It is a heartbeat," Taka says, as Alexa

clasps her chest, "feels good...yes?" Alexa looks up at him frightened, and asks, "But...

what am I now?"



"Fear is not necessary," Taka says, "It's not even an option. Your old life is still there,

you are just more now. You are more then Vampire.... you are more then Human. You

are Alexa, and you are part of the Clan Horus, protectors of the realm. It is not the end,

merely a new chapter."



"In time you will see......there are no endings, just new chapters. Just one word of

advice, don't reveal what you are to anyone........it may proof inconvenient to others,"

Taka says. Alexa nods, and says, "I swear it, but with the one exception of my

betrothed. He is my beloved and has marked me as I have him, he would know and

want to understand."



"Very well," Taka reluctantly agrees, "but do not try to bring him across......" "No,"

Alexa shakes head swiftly, "never." "He must be chosen, not picked," Taka says as

Alexa nods, but is confused.



"But, you picked me," Alexa asks, "didn't you?" "No, stay here,....and feel the sun on

your skin," Taka says, "I will be right back." Alexa nods as Taka walks into the library

and gets an ancient leather-bound book and brings it out to Alexa. Alexa looks at it and

Taka opens it to a page which he reads....



"And her name will be Alexa, guardian of the realm.... wielder of the hellfire sword."

Alexa gasps remembering Fali'sara... her short sword, is a flaming elemental sword.

But she could never wield the magic of it, only the weight.



Taka takes the book away, and says, "This book has several names.... The

Necronomicon, The Book Of Osiris, and even The Book of the Dead, but I call it, the

Oracle of the Pax-Dei. This book reveals the fate of the realm, but only tells it tales

when it wants to and it's very specific in it's words. Alexa, you are the next

Guardian.......and your quest is only about to begin."

The Society
23:20 Jan 05 2005
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The Society

By Hawk O’Brian



All the time,

I live in sorrow.

A constant torture,

of my soul being torn apart.

My very being,

ripped to shreds.

My identity is being dissolved,

I cry out in pain.



“We are society!” cry out my captors.

“All will be assimilated.

Resistance is futile.

You will be like us.”

I see others lose their identity,

becoming their predecessors.

They take their place in society.



“We are society!”

“No.”

“All will be assimilated.”

“No.”

“Resistance is futile.”

“No!”

“You will be like us.”

“Stop!”

I break free,

and run.



“Resistance is futile.”

“Resistance is not futile.”

They follow,

like mindless drones



“We are society!

All will be assimilated.

Resistance is futile.

You will be like us.”

“I’d rather die!”

“Then so you will.”



I hide to escape

from a society

who are of one mind,

a fuckin’ collective.



“We are society!”

“All will be assimilated.”

“Resistance is futile.”

“You will be like us.”

“Stop saying that!”



“We are society!”

“All will be assimilated.”

“Resistance is futile.”

“You will be like us.”

“No!”



“We are society!”

“You are not society!”

“All will be assimilated.”

“I will not be assimilated!”

“Resistance is futile.”

“Resistance is not futile!”

“You will be like us.”

“I will not be like you!

Just leave me the fuck alone,

take your fuckin’ society and go straight to Hell!”



They will never stop hounding me,

never!

Not until the day I die.

Materialistic Man
23:15 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 894

Materialistic Man

By Hawk O’Brian



Since the day I was born,

I was told how to walk,

how to talk,

how to act.

They wanted me to be

another copy of a

materialistic man.



Then I learned

how materialistic man was,

and I didn’t fuckin’ like it.

Money,

and power,

true forms of emptiness.

Truth,

and enlightenment,

the true forms of life,

the path I follow.



I open the doors

materialistic man locked tight.

The rooms of truth,

beauty,

peace,

love,

and wisdom.

I step inside all the rooms I opened.



In them I saw a world that could be.

A world of no war,

no greed,

and no hate.

No materialistic man!



And what I say to you is

don’t let materialistic man close your doors,

and hide the truth.

Go inside and walk with enlightenment.

That’s the true power!

And don’t become Materialistic Man.

The New World
23:10 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 895

The New World

By Hawk O’Brian



I step into a corridor of total darkness.

At the end there is a door.

The door leads to a bleak new world,

a dreamless world.

And in this world,

where dreams don’t exist,

people exist like soulless shells.



These people act cold,

like empty machines,

fuckin’ robots,

shells of people I once knew.

Sadness,

gloom,

and despair,

are what these people know.

Sadistic,

and materialistic,

are what these people are.



As I walk in, the door slams behind me,

guarded by Centurions of despair.

I can recognize their faces.

“Mother, Father,” I call out,

“why did you close the door?”

They give no answer.



“Let me out of here!” I scream.

“You must be like the others,

you must be like us!”

they coldly answer.

I want to cry.

A single solitary tear goes down my cheek.

“Don’t show emotion!

Don’t dream, it’s pointless.”



I look up at them.

Their icy stares freeze my soul,

but I resist.

“With dreams, life is pointless!”

They give no answer.

I walk on,

off the edge of the cliff,

into the dreamless,

soulless,

darkness of oblivion.



I still fall,

but I sometimes hope to hit bottom,

so I may dream,

an eternal dream,

and find a life to live for.

Reality Check
23:03 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 896

Reality Check

By Hawk O’Brian



Who says what sanity is?



Who says what society is?



Who says what I should do,

what I can do,

what I must do?



All the time I take orders from those who make

my judgments.

They want to join society

or I’ll become an outsider,

a vagabond,

a fuckin’ bum.



They have picked out a career for me,

a lawyer,

a businessman,

one of the fuckin’ yuppie scum

who have destroyed

the world of humanity and love

with greed and hate.



All I ever wanted was

a life to call my own.

A life where I say what sanity is,



what society is,



what I should do,



what I can and must do.



But in this world to be totally sane

is to be completely fuckin’ insane

So in that regard,

welcome to my bloody nightmare,

now go fuck yourself!

Halls Of Silence…
22:58 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 897

Halls Of Silence…

By Hawk O’Brian



This is a cold dark room,

but one time, this room was alive.

The walls echoed with laugher,

stories were born and thrived.



Tales of debauchery and lust,

stories of fantasy and dreams.

Where everything was illusion,

and nothing was how it seemed.



But now the Halls are silent,

The laughter is all but gone.

No creatures are stirring,

there are no more gothic songs.



I usually feel happy here,

this place is like a home.

But now I sit here waiting,

now I sit here alone.



I stare into the darkness...

Does any one really know?

Where have my friends gone?

where did their voices go?



Where are the stories where I'd laugh?

Where the tales to make me cry?

Where are the stories of sin

that bring my soul to die?



My friends, if you are out there,

if you can still hear,

speak to me once more,

and let your voices ring clear.



Shatter the silence that looms,

return the voice to the dark.

Erase the stigma of solitude,

let us leave our mark.



Bring back the dark words,

and the deviant whims.

Return the sound to the night,

before the star light dims.

The Chase
22:34 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 898

The Chase

By Hawk O’Brian



I find myself stuck,

between

the world of the Sun

and

the world of the Moon.



I want to walk in the

daylight,

and feel the Sun’s rays

upon my skin,



But the night’s pull

is too strong

to ignore.



I feel my heart stir

when the moon rises,

I feel my blood flow

when the sun sets.



My heart and soul

belong to night,

and yet my wish is to

live in the day.



I am torn as

night and day

pass with the time.



So I watch

the Sun chase

the Moon,



And I watch

the Moon chase

the Sun,



In a chase that

began when

the world was

created,



A chase that

will never end.

Luna
22:28 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 899

Luna

By Hawk O’Brian



The moon hangs in the dark sky,

and I am reminded of her.



When she smiled, she energized my soul.

When she held me in her arms, I felt loved.

She was the light in my life,

my salvation.



When she was taken from me,

my heart stopped beating.

Happiness no longer existed for me.

My life had no meaning.



But whenever I see the moon,

shining brightly in the sky.

I see her beautiful face,

and hear her sweet laughter.



And my heart beats once again.

Words On Paper
22:25 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 900

Words On Paper

By Hawk O’Brian



Sometimes when I sit down, and try to write something,

I often end up staring at a blank piece of paper,

looking for the words.



most often I end up banging my head on my desk because of the writers block,

but occasionally,

inspiration hits me!



And the words flow from my pen like a flood,

or at least like a heavy rain.

At these moments,

I let go of the physical plane of existence

and go to various states of creativity.



Sometimes I go to a place of beauty

and write a picture of the wondrous images I saw.

Other times I write about my dark side

and all my demons, fears, and whatever bits of evil that are in me,

get to rear their ugly little heads.



But no matter where my inspiration comes from,

I get an emotional release and a spiritual high,

the moment I have

words on paper.