Denise Noe: How do the two of you feel about your popular incarnations, taken as a whole? Do you like the fictional Count Dracula, or do you dislike him? Your Ladyship? Elizabeth Báthory: I've always felt close to Count Dracula. He had style. Whisking in and out of people's lives, the big dramatic cape, showing off that gleaming smile. A charming fellow. He...
Here, finally, at the request of many of my readers out there, is Chapter 5 of this continuing saga of Michael's descent (ascent?) into womanhood begun by his sister, followed by his Mother, and now continued by a friend(?) Cindy. I am sorry for having taken so very long to get back to this, but I was at such a loss as to how to continue. I was really angr...
'He what?' Annette winced as Olivia shrieked out loud dropping her teacup on the dining table with a clatter. It was Saturday morning and Annette had not been able to sleep as she went over last night's fight. Olivia had been surprised to see her up so early and Annette had told her all that had happened the night before, starting from the moment the man an...
Please take a moment of your time to praise or criticize my work. Both are welcome, honest injun. ***** Alexandra Tannenbaum was so excited about her upcoming wedding that she could barely contain herself. There was so much to do to make sure that the arrangements for the upcoming ceremony were complete. Her bridesmaids' outfits had to be properly laid out...
Transylvania. 1861. Humanity's mettle is tested again at the brink of an irrevocable new technological age, with the warring dichotomy of what is right and what is easy. Far and removed from these secular conflicts stands an ugly and ominous monument to the wretchedness of human nature. The castle beckons to the heavens like the many, shapeless appendages...
The patrons of the undead filed down the ancient stone halls, their cloaks sweeping silently over the cold floors. They were a somber mass, bringing in a rush of cold air as they opened the great Gothic door to the ceremony chamber. It was nearing twelve, and the ovals in the walls let in slants of moonlight, illuminating the pale face of the Count, and th...
David Spencer had hidden his ancestry well. No one in the states knew that he was a direct descendant of the infamous Dr. Frankenstein, who created the creature that wrought fear in the people of the tiny village in Transylvania. And resulted in the tragic deaths of the scientist, his assistant, and the creature. No one knew that Frankenstein's fiancee had l...
The first sense to return for Jonathan Harker was his sense of smell, and he almost wished it hadn't. His reawakening nostrils sucked in a detestable mixture of mildew, stale rodent droppings and a pungent rusting smell. That odor stew jabbed into his cloudy brain and caused his eyes to sputter open, his heavy eyelids fluttering reluctantly as they did so. W...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. You can do wrong while trying to do right. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles and Budapest advice. There is a bit of mangling of the I...
But first on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corpse shall from the tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corpse. Shall know the demon for their sire, At cursing thee, thou cu...