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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Twas the Night I Beat Victor

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 moment it must be Sir Vic.

More rapid than eagles you to my window did came,

And whistled, and shouted, and called me by name;

“Now, Candra! now, Candy! now, Cantrix and Can!

On, Candics! on Candies! Oh skip it…come!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

He came through my window and did not stall.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
We met with an obstacle, which was my eye.

I screamed very loudly, the idiot did flew,

And he wondered exactly what he should do!

And then, in an instant, I heard on the roof,
The tapping and shuffling of my burden of proof.
As I drew in my head, and turned completely around,

Down the chimney my vampire came with a bound.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of joy, someone I wanted to smack,

For blackening my eye I had to attack.
I lunged at him quickly and held my hand back!

and aimed my hand carefully to his face I did smack!

Then out of the blue a tear did appear

on his face he did scrunch up and ran out of fear.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he ran out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to Candra a good-night.”

Deadly Nightmare

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 eased my way to its front. I didn’t look up, not right away. I was afraid to see what I might see, or not see. Slowly, I lifted my eyes. The tears came flooding out. There in front of me was…nothing. Disbelief and an overwhelming urge to break the mirror to pieces came into play. I ran outside. The rain, like tear drops, ran down my face and soaked my clothes quickly.

He stood across the street, this stranger. He looked like he could see me, as if he knew me. This familiarity bothered me greatly, but I couldn’t place him. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours, when really five minutes had gone by.

“Has anyone ever told you it’s impolite to stare?” His attitude was smug.

Still too stunned to speak I just shook my head no.

He crossed the street oblivious to the car that was coming toward him. I went to scream out but he leapt over it and continued toward me.

“I said it’s impolite to stare!” Glaring into my eyes, which held me steadfast, they changed to black and ominous.

I was intrigued, and yet, I thought if I relaxed just slightly I’d faint right on the spot.

“I-I’m sorry, but you were staring at me first.” I blew it. I got too bold and realized my mistake. My head banged against the brick wall. Next thing I realized was I could no longer feel the ground. This man, this creature grabbed my neck and hoisted me up.

“You impudent piece of meat, how dare you accuse me. Do you know who I am? What I am capable of doing? Do you?”

Still hanging from his grip I struggled to get the words out, but all I could say was, “No…”

In one swift movement, was thrown across the street. My body slammed against the building. Pain ensued immediately and I gasped for breath. I looked around for anything I could use as a weapon, but saw nothing. Every moment I made sent shooting pain through my body. It was so bad that I wanted to pass out, but feared for my life. He came for me again. Still dazed I tried once more to get away; he just laughed and stomped on my leg. I heard a crack and then again, more pain. I screamed out for mercy.

“Going somewhere are we? I don’t think so. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. You still haven’t answered my question. Do you know who I am?”

Why was he after me? What did I do to deserve such torture? I didn’t care anymore, I wanted to die, the pain was too unbearable.
“I don’t think you do know me. I don’t think you appreciate all that I’ve done for you, all I promised to do. Such a pity. I’ve wasted precious time on someone like you, someone who doesn’t deserve anything…not even life.” He stared down at me with this pathetic look of caring. I wanted to spit in his face.

I was seething; I didn’t deserve to be treated like a piece of dirt. I scooted myself up to a sitting position. My body throbbed with each move, but I didn’t care. This was my chance to have my say.
“H-how…I’m already dead! Why in the hell do you speak of life as if I’m alive!”

“Oh, but you are alive, I heard your heart pounding in my head and the smell, you are wonderfully fragrant. Oh, so fragrant, that I thirst for none other but you.” His eyes gleamed at the words he spoke, like a child with a bag of candy; the only difference was I was his candy.

This was my end, I resolved myself to that fact. Pushing my back up against the building, I shivered from the cold, it reminded me of him, this stranger. I looked to see if anyone was around who could help, but then I remembered…I’m dead so why am I afraid. I glared at him, I hated how he felt his superiority was to be honored. The hate was like a poison in my mouth, it needed to come out.

“I don’t reflect! I…I, my mother she died before me I saw her body on the floor, just a few feet away! You speak of life, there is no…more…life! Leave me alone, I have done nothing to you. Nothing!” It started slow, but as the poisoned words left my lips they flowed faster and faster. I thrilled at each intensity I gave them. I was in control now.

“You fool. Don’t you feel your own heart? Don’t you feel the fear in it?” He bent down and grabbed my hand and placed it on my chest.

“How can this be? I saw, I know what I saw! It wasn’t a dream…was it?”

“I’m going to ask you one more time and then I’m through. Through with you and all you stand for.”

I didn’t want to speak. I was afraid that if I did, I’d be thrown again .

“Answer me!” he bellowed.

“I-I don’t know.” Stammering out of fear I cringed as I spoke. Every word was like a death sentence.

His eyes had changed to amber, but now, now that his angry got the best of him, they blackened once more, and his lips curled over his teeth, exposing fangs. A low guttural noise came from his throat as he hunched over, ready for the kill.

“I am your father and this is all but a dream.”

The next thing I knew someone was calling my name. I awoke to find myself on the floor…again. My hand shook as I moved it to my neck. A bandage was there, taped. I dug my fingers in, yanked it off, and felt the two holes that I knew would be there….I screamed.

In the Far Distance

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 within its light. Slowly we move, weaving side to side through the abyss…then pain.

My orb is not what it seemed. My orb a glowing monster with teeth like daggers and twice as sharp that tore through my skin, pierced every vessel, muscle and organ. My eyes widened as the pain spread through my body, rendering me motionless.

His eyes were dead, they had no heart, no feeling in them as they looked straight ahead, as if I never existed, as if I were not there… he continued to feed. Then, when finished, swam away and left my carcass or what was left for another day.

Nights Heat


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 cautiously.
He was amazing, rock solid and cool to the touch. My fingers lightly traveled his skin leaving quivers where they had touched. Low and seductive his growls kept sounding from his throat. I continued to explore his body until he seized my wrist in an instant. Staring down at me, he brought it up to his mouth and began to lick. A pleasurable smile crept over his face and continued as if he were having something sweet. His tongue, so cold, soft and yet, so inviting I begged for more. I offered my other wrist to which he didn’t hesitate.
Such a feeling of want came from me. The urge that inflamed me begged for release.
Instinctively, it was if as if he read my mind and lay upon me. Passion consumed my soul to depths that I have never known existed. I relinquished myself to him; I would not let his hunger go unsatisfied.
Morning broke the night and with it, I rose. He was gone but not forgotten for he left his mark. I was his forever.
Sue Mydliak

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Lover of the Night, where art thou?

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, our baby: my son. He is my blood, not yours.

Then you punished, locking me away in your castle, the Hall of Tears in the Blood Forest, to leave me divest of all the very things that mattered most. Forget you do, how your bite transformed me into your wife, one of many I suppose, but bonded nonetheless. I am your body incarnate, transformed flesh to create a power greater than thou; you granted me fangs, the source of my supernatural powers; but I am more, filled with all your hate and fears, yet I fear nothing, and hate all things. You my love must fear me.

Centuries have I cursed you. Prepare now for my revenge. I have made the Blood Forest my throne, the earth my domain, and I shall destroy you to make your heart my crown. Hear me husband mine, hear my voice, tremble inside until you fail to quell your shaking. I can smell your fear, taste your apprehension, and oh, how I long to blood my fangs with your life’s wine, drained fresh from your body. In an unholy communion, I shall drink of thy blood, sup my sacrament upon thy body, for I am death and I shall help you die, my love: with me you shall not experience a greater pain, as you expire in my arms—this I promise.

Prepare for I come to thee for payment of your favours. You cannot run, except thy fate, so come, as you did once, letting this time be a dance of death—yours. I crave your demise. I will ensure you endure the punishments, my dearest one, when I scrape your skin with my fangs to carve proof of my love in your flesh. How I want to hear you scream while you suffer. Please me darling, perish from this world.

Lover of the night, where art thou?

© 2011 Suzanne Carré

(This was one of our members in my "Writer's Prompt Group" where they had to use 6 words highlighted in yellow to create a story)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Markings of the Human Servant

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 connected through their minds.  Things are shared like emotions, memories, thoughts.

It isn't until the 4th mark that they become as one and like a wedding almost that he speaks..."blood  of my blood, flesh of my flesh, two minds one body, two souls wedded together as one..." or something of that nature.

Sort of makes you tear a bit...no?