Chapter One Ella's POV The darkness settled across the town of Lakewood, PA. I was walking home from the bar, with the after taste of vodka and sunny d on my breath. I wasn't drunk nor was I sober, I understood everything that was going around me, just more slowly than usual. My foot steps echoed on the pavement as I directed my path towards the East end o...
The doors jerked open, Vivian stepped out of her hotel bedroom again dressed in vintage perfection; an off the shoulder black lace figure fitted dress with a wide red patent leather belt and a pair of black patent leather ankle strapped Mary Jane's. She took a moment to transfer the stuff from the clutch into the dress matched lace purse with a silver chai...
Adrian’s beauty in moonlight was rare porcelain perfection. He stood in the shaft of moonlight in the window, framed perfectly between the open curtains, looking down at the lovers on his bed with an inscrutable look in his jewel-like eyes. Michael, who was never asleep to begin with, his spirit state precluding any need for such rest, watched him cautiously...
Chapter 2: August's Beast Chooses August had not seen his wife, Direca, other than in passing, since the war began. Now, things had settled down and families were reuniting. He would do the same. He remembered the words of his brother, Gabriel, that love would keep the vampires grounded in humanity. He would need his wife more than ever now, but he didn't k...
Author's Note: This story assumes that you are familiar with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and more peripherally, the characters of Lestat and Louis from the Anne Rice "Vampire" series. I have tried my best to give general background and relationships between characters, but of course, as with all fan fiction, I do rely on your previous knowledge of the basic pr...
I would like to thank RoadWarrior for editing. Thank you so much for all the time and effort you put into helping me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thirty years have passed. The vampires stood outside the city walls. They left their homes. They left their city. A new home awaited, somewhere. Marcus was one of them, now. He joined his father's army and h...
Author's note: This one took an unconscionably long time to write, but there was a period where I couldn't write it properly, and today that finished, and so did this story. It's shorter and punchier than the others, and the sex is more about the foreplay and the build than the consummation, but it finished well enough, I think. There's probably no point...
My name is Jason Templar. Yeah, I know. I get the Knight Templar joke all the time. Whatever. Tonight, I'm doing a solitary vigil. I'm back in my old neighborhood for the first time in four years. I haven't set foot in that corner of the City of Ottawa, Ontario, ever since I became a Vampire. There is a fool going around destroying Houses of Worship. He's do...
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...
"Theodore, I fear that this is the end of our kind," Jesula Etienne said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, statuesque Haitian-Canadian beauty raked her tongue over her lips, revealing pearly white fangs as she flashed me a fatalistic smile. Jesula looked quite fetching in a Black leather jacket over ripped blue jeans and Black cowboy boots, I must say. Too bad...