Count Dracula laughed knowingly as he stood with his new young protege at the top of the driveway of 1746 Maple Pie Avenue, peering through the midnight darkness at the windows of the Gripshaw house. "Tonight we shall drink, and drink well!" the Prince of Darkness cackled in a thick Transylvanian accent (which was by no means easy for him, since he was actu...
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...
Buffy Summers lay in bed unable to get to sleep. She closed her eyes, opened them. She fidgeted about, closed her eyes again then opened them. She looked at the clock and then looked over to Michael who was asleep next to her. Buffy frowned and then got up. Buffy ran through a graveyard. She was chasing a vampire. She leapt onto a headstone, tackled the vam...
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...
My name is Cassandra and this is my Halloween story. It was last year on October 31st and I was doing what I always did, dressing up in as slutty a costume as I could find and going to a party to find someone to fuck. I should explain, you see for me there is nothing that turns me on more than fucking in costume. I love to roleplay and Halloween is the best...
Kat could barely keep her beautiful, light blue eyes open during Mr. Furgeson's English class. She could have cared less about the historical significance of Huckleberry Finn or what the fish represents in The Old Man and The Sea. More importantly she was eighteen and in serious need of some shut-eye. "Excuse me Ms. Alser, but if I catch you sleeping once...
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...
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...
"It looks as if the German's information has paid off at last," McKay said as he looked up from his laptop. "What have you found?" Nera asked. She stepped behind him, cradling his head against her breasts. "He booked a flight," McKay answered. "I don't know from where, but using the alias names Shultz gave us, I found an arrival flight. At Heathrow. In abo...
I'm truly delighted at the positive reception so far. At last, we've gotten around to the moment I've been promising that some, or many, have been waiting for. This is actually the chapter I've been most curious about. Two small notes. I know that it's been suggested to me that I get an editor to help with my writing, but there is a reason why I have not, a...