I awakened before dawn after a deep sleep, feeling refreshed for the first time in weeks. A quality sleep if not a large quantity rest. The sheets were damp, and I threw them into the laundry pile immediately. It was earlier than my usual wake up time, so went over to my window to sit and listen to the sounds of predawn. A rare passing car, a hint of breeze,...
Friday, 2 shopping days to Christmas As expected, Sir Philip had Lady Barbara collected early on Friday morning with his chauffeur-driven limousine, which pulled up and parked outside the row of cottages precisely at six o'clock. She was ready to go, with an overnight bag packed and waiting inside the front door. She stepped out of her cottage as soon as th...
How do you meet a black woman, well, more specifically, how do let her know you want to sink to your knees and eat her? I simply didn't see enough of them where I used to live. There was one who regularly visited the supermarket, a grey-haired elderly woman but she had a ring on her finger. Now I have moved to Folkestone there seem to be even less of them...
To be obvious: this isn't a story, but a guide to the series. Since the series covers 24 episodes, I thought this list would help in keeping track of the major characters, especially their descriptions and basic history. It may not be comprehensive guide, but I hope it's helpful. If there's something that should be here and isn't, please let me know; I would...
My name is Jonathan Harker. I had been looking for employment since I graduated from college six months ago with a degree in Eastern European history. My resume and photo on the Internet had not garnered me any job offers. In fact, I hadn't even had an interview. Then, I received an e-mail from an employment agency working for a prospective employer in Rom...
New Years Eve was again very busy at the Combe Inn, and Abby once more made herself useful, collecting empties and washing them for Jack to refill. As Midnight approached she found herself unthinkingly at James' side. Jack had tuned the Radio to the BBC and as the gongs of Big Ben rang out. He kissed her and whispered. "Happy New Year, Abby." Abby didn't rea...
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...
This is it, the last chapter in this series. It has been quite the fun ride despite some low moments. I would like to thank everyone who made it all the way, and I'm grateful for the support and comments that have been made, either good or bad. Also, yes, I will continue to write on this site, but I'm going to take my sweet time before I begin another stor...
Fantasy can be brought crashing down very quickly by the intervention of reality, and perhaps it should be. Yes, Jackie was beautiful. Yes, I thought this was the woman I wanted to spend my life with. In my eyes she was the loveliest and sweetest creature I had ever met, and I was deeply, passionately in love with her. I had spoken to her of marriage and...
All Van Helsing had to do was follow the splooging noises. Ever since the Count had had cable TV installed in the castle[1] things had been different. Forget the classy, sophisticated and suave killer, the elegant and handsome seducer, and picture instead... The splooging was getting louder, and there was some shouting and shrieking as well. Arming his cross...