Vampire Tales - 2

By PinkyA aka Sara L. Russell

Lita made the most of Zak's passive submission, enjoying the sweet taste of his blood and the way he sighed and shivered as she touched him. She did not drink too much of his blood, for she knew that soon he would become like her, and there was the possibility of him becoming so much more than just a new pet for her to play with. When she was finished she called the servants to run a warm bath for him. He sank down the wall, relaxing as he watched them pour sweet oils into the steaming water. The water ran out of an unusual mixer tap in the wall, which was a stone face representing the legendary Green Man, whose face and hair and beard are made of oak leaves.

"I'm going to take you to the dizzy precipice of desire, then right over the edge and back" she told him softly, running her fingertips down the centre of his chest.
"But first I'm going to bathe you. In fact we shall bathe together."
Zak gave her a warm, dreamy-eyed smile. He felt weak and dizzy, but for some reason he did not mind. There seemed to be something exquisitely exciting in feeling that kind of weakness.
"I look forward to it, Mistress" he heard himself say. Then he remembered something he had meant to ask her since she had first entered the room.
"By the way, what have you done with Julie?" he asked.
"Oh, that little wench you call a girlfriend?" Lita raised her eyebrows disdainfully.
"If you wish, I can go and fetch her here. She might make an interesting addition to my menagerie."
"She'll.... she'll be worried about me" he murmured, vaguely waving his manacled right hand, rattling the chain. Lita silenced his concerns by gently kissing his lips.
"Don't fret about that now, my darkling love" she said. She unlocked his wrists and led him to the bath. "Why not get into the water, the servants have made it just the right temperature for the comfort of your fragile mortal skin."

Without a word, Zak obeyed. It frightened him slightly that Lita was able to keep him in such a compliant trance. Now that he was free from his shackles, he could run away any time he liked - only he wanted to stay. When Lita slowly unlaced the front of her dress and let it fall to the floor, he wanted to stay more than ever, as his eyes drank in the soft voluptuous glory of her breasts and the cello-like flow of her waist flaring to the curves of her hips, and the way her long black hair draped over her pale shoulders like a moonlit river. As he sat down in the bath, he watched with awe as she got into the water in front of him, then closed his eyes, hearing himself sigh as her cool, wet skin pressed close against his.

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Julie could not sleep when she got home from the café. All she could think about was Zak. She spent an hour online on her laptop, looking up searches like "abduction by lamias" and "succubus attacks", "undead kidnappings of mortals" and even "night terrors" - in case she had somehow dreamt it all, and perhaps the next time she phoned Zak she would hear his voice for real again, instead of just his recorded voicemail message. She wished fervently that somehow it could have been all a dream, but the absence of Zak was proof enough that something very strange had happened.

Zak, hon, I know you can sometimes be an asshole, but I love you, she thought.
I love you so much. I'm gonna find out what's happened to you, and somehow get you back. Hang in there, I'll find out where you are and come looking for you.

With this thought in mind, Julie started a new Google search: "summoning a vampire".

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"Ohhhhhhhhhh..."
Zak knew by now that Lita intended to ravish him, but nothing had prepared him for the intense thrill he would feel when she sat astride him, fully connecting her body with his as she slowly slid down, wrapping her arms around him. She was soon kissing his neck again, as softly as she had before, making small incisions with her fangs and delicately sipping his life blood as if it was a vintage wine to be appreciated and savoured. He began to move against her, holding onto her hips to gain better control, yet still she seemed to be the one in charge. Soon she was holding his wrists against the rim of the bath, rendering him helpless as she teased him by riding him at different speeds and variance of depth.

Then, just as he thought that nothing could possibly become any more thrilling, she leaned in close to his lips, offering him her pale white throat. In a moment of heart-hammering ecstasy, he realized that his canine teeth had become long and feline. In that same moment he sank them into her neck and tasted the richness of her blood, which flowed into his mouth in sweet, thirst-quenching waves of intoxicating power....

------^--------to be continued...------^-------

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Vampire Tales - 1

By PinkyA aka Sara L. Russell

"Hey Jules. What's the matter?"
Julie looked up to see that her friend Sal had walked into the café and was standing by her table. How she had not noticed her walking in, she had no idea.
"What? Why would anything be the matter?" she said in a small voice.
"Well... you're crying." Sal blinked curiously at her.
"Am I?" Julie sounded surprised.
"Yeah. Your eyeliner's all over the place."
Julie suddenly felt embarrassed and wished that she was elsewhere. Like face down on her bed. But Sal had caught her with tears on her face, and she could not deny her emotions to a friend. She took a deep breath and decided to confide in her.
"Well the thing is, I think someone's stolen Zak."
"Your new boyfriend? Already?" Who was it?" Julie was touched to see that Sal looked angry on her behalf.
"I didn't see who it was. I mean, one minute he was in bed next to me, all smooth, sleek and gorgeous with his kit off. I remember admiring him and looking at his long black hair and wondering if I should wake him. But he looked so sweet while he was sleeping, with his mouth slightly open and the snake tattoo on his chest going up and down as he was breathing. I looked at the ceiling for a moment, trying to think of an excuse to wake him up. Then I looked round again and... he was gone..." her voice trailed off in a sob.
"Well he can't have gone far in such a short time" said Sal. "Maybe he went to the loo, then decided to go home?"
"No" said Julie. "I looked sideways for a moment and saw a flurry of something black and voluminous, almost like a cloak or something. I could see Zak's pale arm swinging limply over the shoulder of whoever it was - or whatever it was - that took him. There was a swish of something soft like a raven's wing - I think it was Zak's hair. The window flew open by itself and the flurry of blackness flew out and away into the sky... taking Zak with it."
Julie began to sob bitterly, leaning over the table, forgetting about her coffee. Sal sat down beside her and patted her hair, not quite sure what to do.
"Jules... are you sure you're not doing a few too many of those recreational meds you got hold of last week?" she asked gently. "Or picking the wrong types of mushroom?"
"No... no, it really happened" Julie's voice was distraught. "I wish I knew what to do! I wish I could get him back..."

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I love this time of night, thought Lita.
When all the nocturnal creatures emerge from their boltholes, the moon emerges from the clouds in all her silver raiment and all the night sings out its visceral longing and lust. It's time to go and check on my little pet.

She rose gracefully from her silk-lined bed, which happened to be a very luxurious ebony coffin, shook her hair and stretched. The key to the catacombs hung on a gold chain by the door. She padded across the room naked, took it from the brass hook and hung it round her neck, as the clock on the wall struck thirteen. After that she chose a thin silk dress from a rail in her antique wardrobe, and put it on. The bodice laced up at the front, lifting her breasts to show off their timeless, voluptuous magnificence. She looked in the mirror and there was nothing there except for the room behind her, with all its Art Nouveau furniture. She laughed.
"Silly me!" she said aloud. "After all these centuries, I keep forgetting."

Laughing merrily again, she turned and headed for the corridor, and from there to the stairs that led down to the small dungeon in the heart of the catacombs of her mansion.

The dungeon was fifty by fifty feet, with no window. There was a sunken bath in one corner, and a small table and chair nearby. On the table were various sweet oils and potions for the bath. On the other wall were shackles, which were fixed to the wall by chains that were only two feet long. Her new pet was standing forlornly tethered in the shackles, looking enticingly vulnerable and exposed, with only his long black hair to keep his shoulders warm.
"Hello beautiful" said Lita, as she approached him. He was hanging his head until she spoke. Now he looked sullenly up at her from under his dark eyebrows, curling his upper lip slightly.
"Now now!" she said, waving her index finger in reproach. "Be nice. No snarling now. It's feeding time."
For a moment there was a spark of hope in Zak's eyes.
"Oh great!" he said, with a relieved half-smile. "I'm starving. What have you brought me?"
Lita laughed playfully.
"Oh my dear, you misunderstand" she said. She stepped closer and ran her hand down the length of his neck and collarbone, making him shiver.
"It is I who will be feeding tonight. Your turn will come soon, my lovely." She caressed his neck again, just to see him shiver once more.
"What a pretty neck you have" she murmured softly.
For the first time, Zak noticed Lita's fangs. They suited her face and gave her a feline look, but they worried him. He stared, transfixed, as she ran the tip of her tongue over them.

Before he could quite grasp what was happening, Lita rested her hands on his shoulders and kissed his lips, softly at first and then more deeply, with dizzying passion, lapping her tongue sweetly against his. Then her kisses moved to his neck, and he knew that he was in trouble. Too late he tried to pull back, then her fangs sank in and she began to drink his blood, sipping very slowly and gently, stroking his hair.

Zak heard himself moan, softly, as the whole of his throat began to thrill, stirring deeper sensations lower down. His heart began to race and his limbs seemed to turn molten as he sank back against the wall, trembling in every bone. A word formed in his mind and was spoken before he could stop it, coming out in a hoarse whisper.
"Mistress..." he said....

------^--------to be continued...------^-------

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TANITH MYERS
c. Sara L. Russell 3rd August '08

Over the field
into the trees
old forest yields
new mysteries
on flakes of bark
under the briars
deep in the dark
lies Tanith Myers.

One time she lay
in dappled green
in bright array;
a fallen queen.
Now bright flesh is grey
feeding the flies
as spiders play
in her hollow eyes.

One tree is tall
where she lies deep,
where insects crawl
yet she does not sleep -
the spirit within her
is chanting a spell
to strike down her killer
and send him to hell.

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The Absinthe Fairy
Sara Russell 15/7/07

When evening comes, with carapace of gold,
To still the wingbeats of another day,
Again, as with artists and bards of old,
La Fee Verte comes, to spirit me away.

She laughs at all my weaknesses and vice,
Stealing my dreams to sprinkle them like dew
Upon my unsuspecting, dreaming eyes,
To give my fantasies a greener hue.

Beware the sly persuasion of her lips,
Take care to tiptoe where she leads astray,
Seeking the lotus, where the dreamer sips,
As darkness meets the closing eyes of day.

Beware her kiss, beware her luscious taste,
So sweet a snare might lay your soul to waste.


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See below for link to video recital with animation.....

http://creativethinkersintl.ning.com/video/video/show?id=1105089:Video:34768

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The Broken Scrying Glass
© Sara L. Russell 00:28 04/07/2008

I

Half-close my eyes, perhaps
I'll dream it never happened;
allow it to blur or fade away
nothing is certain anyway
Let recollections fold into themselves
in cold suspension,
between the ceiling and the floor
enter the entities the dreamer can't avoid.

Black splinters rain down shards
of pain in jagged patterns;
turning the spectrum into grey
stirring the id to go astray
wakening demons of the nether realms
and dark dimensions.
Nothing is certain any more;
save for the spectre of a gaping, empty void.

II

In days before the sundering of dreams
Such power was encompassed by these hands
Laughter of water sounded through the streams
Forces of nature answered my commands.

In days before order was stripped away
Lightning could issue from these fingertips
Turning the blackest night to brightest day
Burning the tallest tree to smoking strips.

Bright stars beheld within the oval ring
Like tiny faces in a deep black pool
Became my oracles for everything
Each constellation held an ancient rule.

Now, in the aching wondering of why,
A million pieces craze my tortured sky.

III

So far away, so long ago foregone,
Such restless days, while otherwise content.
Nothing was ever finite, time went on;
Infinities of summers came and went.

A million pieces of eternity
Go spinning to the outer stratasphere,
One wormhole into bleak catastrophe -
I'm watching my reflection disappear.

I asked the night "Where did the magic go?"
But nothing more than silence was returned.
With only three dimensions, who would know
Whether the other five slumbered or burned?

For time will swallow all the universe
And change will ever be the future's curse.

IV

What was the colour of
the last of all the missing pieces?
The one that fell between the space
between some present and past place
out of a glass where I had darkly gazed
for divination?
I thought I held it in my hand
but it eluded me, like some forgotten dream.

Where is the portal of
the world where my forsaken peace is?
Like someone's name I cannot place
or like a half-remembered face,
where is the key that once my fingers traced
in adulation?
Now it recedes away like sand,
like my mortality, into a black hole's seam.

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THE HUNTED
Pinky A. aka Sara L. Russell 22/6/03

Here flies a murder of crows,
Here lies an unwanted rose.

Three crows squabble
in a twisted tree
blind
to human lunacy,
where man goes
out hunting his prey
and woman dreads
the fading day,
where sounds
exist to plague the mind
and confidence
is left behind;
so cast the rose
down on the floor
forget
who put it through the door.

Some people fear the dark,
some people are the dark.

Now she runs
from the lonely freak
and only the dark
can speak

as the crows squawk on
she locks up tight
the chub, the bolt
lock out the night
as daylight fades
everyone's out
"alone, alone!"
the black birds shout;
a sash window
a glass-paned door
a net curtain;
perfect before
but now
they might as well be mist
between haven
and anarchist
day after day
and endless nights
waiting for him
to blow the lights -

Some people fear the dark,
some people are the dark.

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The Book of Samothrace
by PinkyAndrexa aka Sara L. Russell

Inspired by the painting by Barry Windsor-Smith

I

"My dearest, sweetest love" the Baron said,
"Now that we two affianced souls are one,
What's mine is thine, for joy that we are wed
And through this house I bid thee freely run.

Enjoy the drawing room, the stately hall,
The bedchamber where thee and I shall play;
The blue room for each annual summer ball,
All draped in swags of blue and silver grey;

Enjoy the music room, my fine spinet,
The gilded harpsichord that sweetly sings,
With music to dispel all past regret -
Thou hast free rein of all my treasured things.

But go with caution to the library,
And only ever in my company."

II

With that, the Baron shewed her all around
His mighty chambers, all the corridors;
The quarters where the servants could be found,
The painted ceilings and mosaic floors.

The library he shewed her last of all;
The key hung on his chest, on a gold chain.
The secrecy thereof held her in thrall;
It seemed the library was his domain.

"Love, touch ye not the Book of Samothrace,
Don't venture to the pages held inside!
For when the sun hath turned about its face,
Malevolence finds shadow lands to hide!

The pages of our lives are clean and bright,
The Book of Samothrace is endless night!"

III

"My handsome sweetheart" Said the Baroness,
I'm humbled by thy generosity,
And when my maid has helped me from this dress,
Thou shalt discern how grateful I can be.

Thou gavest jewels for my neck and hair
That shine as well by day or candlelight;
And I shall kiss thee all and everywhere -
Prepare for not a wink of sleep tonight!"

With that, she led him to their master bed,
Undressed and pressed him down on sheepskin furs;
There proving true to everything she said
Till he declared his soul forever hers.

Anon, with trembling lips and blissful sighs,
Yielding to sleep, the Baron closed his eyes.

IV

How eloquent is beauty in repose
The Baroness reflected, as he lay
With lips half-open, like a dewy rose,
His night-black hair in tousled disarray;

And in the central furrow of his chest
One hand lay, as if half-protectively,
Next to the key more treasured than the rest -
The one that could unlock the library.

"Love touch ye not The Book of Samothrace"
She heard her love's words echo in her head.
Remembering, her heart began to race,
That such forbidden pages might be read.

Thus, yielding unto curiosity,
She let her fingers tiptoe to the key...

V

The golden catch was easy to undo,
Seconds before the Baron turned away
In blissful dreams of love. He never knew
How vicious time was leading fate astray.

The key was gone, while in the corridor,
His wife was creeping, ever-stealthily,
Drawn to the library's beguiling door,
Enchanted by base curiosity.

Only one lamp revealed the tall bookshelves
Which bore the most illustrious of tomes;
Huge hide-bound celebrations of themselves
Where God and science found unequal homes.

Herein her questing fingers came to trace
The cover of The Book of Samothrace.

VI

An ancient script met her enchanted gaze,
Whose Foreword mentioned a young sorcerer:
The fabled author of this book of days
And book of spells, unfolding now for her.

The spells were fashioned with one grand design,
To be recited in a secret place,
To call upon a spirit most malign -
A terrible demon, named Samothrace.

"...And mighty magick shall infuse the one
Who looks the longest in the daemon's eyes;
Undreamed-of power, burning like the sun,
With insights into Hell and Paradise.

Go to the garden seat and draw the ring,
Be seated and begin the summoning!"

VII

If hindsight were the author of our fate
We might find ways to live with less regret.
The Baron woke to realise, too late,
The secrets of his book were safer kept.

'Twere better had he mentioned not at all
The Book of Samothrace, so markedly,
For now she did not answer to his call
- He guessed she must be in the library.

He raced downstairs to find the door ajar,
The Book of Samothrace had gone astray,
Into the garden, yet it seemed too far -
He tried to walk, his legs would not obey.

Beyond the French door glass, a dreadful sight
Had rendered him immobile, mute with fright.

VIII

His wife sat rigid on the garden seat,
Her hair splayed like a sea anemone,
With a wine chalice lying at her feet,
Her mouth was open, screaming silently.

A doppelganger, like in every way,
Unto his mistress, with red splayed-out hair
Was screaming, still he could not turn away
To flee the image of her wild-eyed stare.

As time stood still, the Book of Samothrace
Floating on air, was burning by her side,
Eerie green smoke began to veil her face
The earth within the circle opened wide.

Out sprang the demon, withered, smoky-grey,
With cruel teeth and eyes as bright as day.

IX

Hereby the demon Samothrace was freed,
A great evil unleashed upon mankind,
That all life must remember how to bleed
Within a world grown dark and mercy-blind.

The terrible futility of war
Decay and all the tyranny of flies
Futility and struggle, all the poor,
A hidden curse on every new sunrise.

"Love, touch ye not The Book of Samothrace,
Don't venture to the pages held inside"
The Baron, frozen still in giving chase,
Watched and remembered, grieving for his bride.

The book, having now caused the demon's birth
Fell deep into the chasm in the earth.

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