Birthright

TWAS THE NIGHT I BEAT VICTOR BY SUE MYDLIAK 2010 ISSUES, THE HORROR OF CHRISTMAS FINALISTS Jan 03 2011 Twas the Night I Beat Victor T’was the night before Christmas, when all through my house You were not stirring, you big biting louse; I hung all my nighties by the chimney with care, In hopes that Sir Victor soon would be there; My sisters were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of rapture danced in their heads; And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my room sat, Had just finished the day with a big, drawn out spat, When out on the lawn I heard someone chatter, I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter. I went to the window in a quick dash, Ripped open the curtains and got a hot flash. The moon on your breast looked like new-fallen snow Gave me jitters galore as you stood just below, Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, a flashy cool smile, and your appearance so cavalier, With a body, so lively and so quick, I knew in a

Deadly Nightmare by Sue Mydiak 2010 ISSUES, SHORT STORIES, SUE MYDIAK, VAMPLIT WRITERS Jan 25 2010 Lies were the only thing that I’ve been told. They do exist, they are real, and you have every right to be afraid. I died, a long time ago or so I thought. I wasn’t sick, and I wasn’t elderly. Actually, I was only twenty years old. A man killed me. Someone who I thought loved me, who I could depend on, took my life. I don’t remember how, it happened so fast. I only remember waking up on the floor and saw my mother…dead in the next room. The police had come. I ran to them, I had to tell them I knew who the killer was, but they just ignored me, or did they. I tried to get their attention. I tapped the shoulder of one… but couldn’t. My hand just disappeared into his body. Horrified, I went into panic mode. Am I dead? If so, why am I still here then? I went over to the hall mirror. Someone had told me that ghosts don’t reflect. Odd that I should think of that, but never the less, I

In The Far Distance by Sue Mydiak 2010 ISSUES, BLOOD DRINKER, MONSTERS, SHORT STORIES, SUE MYDIAK, VAMPLIT FLASH FICTION, VAMPLIT WRITERS Apr 10 2010 No noise did I hear, no breath did I feel, only the feeling that I was not alone…I was being hunted. Fear filled my existence as blood fills my body to keep me alive, it also tempted those who wished me dead and so I keep on going, never resting, never sleeping. I feel my way through the murkiness, here and there something travels against my skin, sending my nerves to panic. I am being toyed with, a sport to which I find no folly in nor do I deem it sport, I wish thee death then I too will have the last laugh. In the far distance a glow, out of nowhere appears. It’s brilliance captivates me and so I follow. It beacons me, not with words, but with the warmth it sheds, its beauty far beyond compare. Brighter and brighter it grows. I stare into its orb, and become mesmerized by it so…ah…I shall follow you forever, I feel so safe

I didn’t remember how I came to be on my back, but when I realized the change I opened my eyes to find him there. Illuminating, with eyes that drank me in, I kept quite still as he leaned in. His eyes closed and moaned seductively. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to extinguish the flames that burned deep within me and yet, I was scared. When I proceeded to do so his eyes glared hauntingly and growled. His lips traveled faintly against my skin, leaving shivers where they touched my neck. He moved slowly, savoring every step as he worked down to my shoulder. I closed my eyes, the excitement building faster and faster, and then he stopped. My eyes flew opened, I didn’t understand. He floated just above me, with his white shirt unbuttoned. A muscular chest, pale and glistening like diamonds laid before me. It was most breathtaking. I wanted to touch him, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. Slowly, I reached up. He growled softly, I paused. He closed his eyes and so I proceeded cautiousl

Lover of the night, where art thou? Do you remember me, my love? Do you ever wake from your dreams to curse the day you abandoned me, nay you betrayed me? How I have risen so many a night, to face the moon, and detest your dastardly acts. My blood ever runs cold for you. But I loved once, your charm enticed. We played the game, seducing in return. You wanted me, the intensity unmatched in all your exploits; you pursued, your ardour beyond constraint; your temptation, sweet like love’s wine; your persistence eternal, until you gained, and I yielded my soul. In my dress of white, you stained my body red with my life’s blood. I forgave thee when thou forsook mine heart. I rejected the idea your marriage rite had selfish motives. In my contemplation, I reasoned my need for your body , far greater than your carnal want. But you returned, not for me, but the fruits of your exertion; forgetting my part, my body used in this way, with no recourse for my rights; claiming your child, ou

Writing about a vampire is one thing, but to find something that will set your book apart from all these others is another thing.  I wanted my book to be different in that it went a step further into the whole "vampire" genre, a little darker, more mysterious.  So, I thought what better way than that of markings. A master Vampire when he so wishes or desires can make a human his servant and the neat thing about this is that he doesn't need to be present to do so which makes it even more dark and chilling. The reason for making a human his servant is that it increases his power and when all marks are received this person are the ears, eyes, hands and voice of his master.  He and the human become as one, very in tune with each other. It's all very magical, the only time that the vampire ever needs to be present to make a mark is during the third mark where the Vampire takes blood from the human and shares his memories and vice a versa.  By now they are more connecte