My name is Fawn, I am a Registered Nurse and have worked in the critical care and cardiac field for over 20 years. I currently work in a Cardiac Catheterization Lab in Arizona. Before that, I worked in a Level 1 Trauma Center in their Cardiovascular ICU and Heart Transplant Center. Many years ago, I became a Certified Forensics Nurse, but have done little in that field as far as work. In my spare time I practice Yoga, try to sleep, manage an online clothing store, and I am a novice author.
DO VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES EXIST?
I attended Purdue University for 3 years and the UofA for an additional 4 years. My studies began in the field of science with a particular interest in biochemistry, molecular biology, and physiology. I finally settled down and obtained my Nursing degree.
Being a science major. I did not believe in Vampires, Werewolves, or other Monsters that go ‘bump in the night’, at least not until I remodeled a garage, found some diary pages, and came to know Stefan. I still have trouble grasping the reality of what I have discovered over the past 3 years and I struggle with the concept daily. Below is a photocopy of one of the journal pages (written by Stefan) that I found hidden behind a wall:
Although science has tried to come up with theories as to why Vampires and Werewolves may exist, nobody has satisfied my curiosity or answered the question fully. I believed that genetic disorders, as well a medley of psychologic illness and various mental disturbances explained away most, if not all, reported Vampires and Werewolves. There is a multitude of information and in depth reading about these topics, one only needs to find it on the internet, it is abundantly available. I am not going to talk at length about such disorders as Porphyria, Hypertrichosis, Gunther’s disease, or many other “real diseases" that could explain what led people to believe Vampires and Werewolves did live among the population. I am not going to discuss the Religious beliefs that led people into believing in Vampires. Once again, you can find thousands of pages of this stuff on your own. People from centuries past did not have knowledge of todays medical findings and scientific technologies. Their religious beliefs, superstitions, and folklore, along with their lack of understanding physiology, especially at the cellular and genetic level, produced a belief in demons, monsters, and “punishments” from God. I understand the physiology and pathophysiology of these disorders and understand how and why people believed what they did.
Other conditions that may explain a person’s belief in Vampires and Werewolves are/were...
*Arsenic and Mercury poisoning
*Cannibalism
*Cancers
*Photodermis
*Gum and tooth disease
*Picas
*Porphyria: since it is a genetic disorder, passed down from parents to children, families often all suffered the disorder and others assumed they were a “PACK” of monsters since they all lived together, as “normal” families do. Porphyria can cause a variety of mental oddities and even seizures. It causes varying degrees of abdominal cramping and muscular pains. some so bad as to make the person moan in pain and lash out at anyone touching him/her(Werewolf behaviors?). People with porphyria often suffer extreme depression which makes them shy away from other people and keep themselves isolated.
*A variety of physical deformities (for a variety of reasons). Any of the above mentioned conditions can make a person act out in a frenzied, violent manner. If coupled with any deformity or odd appearance, one can see why they would be labeled a MONSTER of some sort
*Lack of contraceptive devices: which produced children with similar genetic disorders who lived together, like a “pack” of animals (like most families do).
*Rabies: another potential explanation for the belief that people could be Werewolves. The vaccine for rabies is a more recent discovery and people from centuries past, if exposed to an animal with rabies, would suffer through the disease. People with social and physical “oddities” tend to keep themselves more isolated from society which meant living deep in the forests and outskirts of a town where rabid animals were more likely to be. Imagine the implications of an excessively hairy person, or possibly his entire family, contracting rabies.
*Superstition, organized religion, myths and folklore: Religious beliefs of a soul being evil. The idea and belief in mystical beings, demonic influence and magic was prevalent in ancient times. If something couldn’t be explained, it was blamed on witches, demons or acts of God.
Psychological mental disorders and anti-social behaviors: Akin to what we call serial-killers today
*Belief that ha person can have supernatural powers.
*Socially and sexually excluded people
*Consuming hallucinogenic botanicals/drugs (very common).
*Status: If the reporting person were someone of high rank or socioeconomic status, others did tend to believe them.
*Visibility and eyesight. Increase in “sightings” during a full moon: most likely because of better visibility than anything else.
*Transients: not a unique thing to the 20th century. These transient people existed back then too. Sightings of Vampires and Werewolves could easily be attributed to someone seeing this type of person walking in the woods. Perhaps they were nothing more than vagrants or homeless people, much like the ones we see on our streets everyday and pay very little attention to. A case of misidentification clouded by superstition and fear. The danger was not lurking in the darkness of the forests, but rather in the darkness of someone’s mind.
There are so many factors to consider when trying to understand and explain why people believed in Werewolves and Vampires. and for the most part, there were logical, concrete explanations for them. But what if, there were a rare few that held no explanation. What if there really are a few Vampires or Werewolves out and about. In modern times, they are a source of amusement, a thrill, a way to scare ourselves, a release from a tedious lifestyle.
From an historical perspective, there were people throughout history that were labeled “Vampires”, such as Vlad the Impaler, Countess Bathori, and Fritz Haarman, the ‘Butcher of Hanover’. Many Romanians think of Vlad as a heroic warrior. Yes, his methods were over the top, and barbaric, but warfare back then often was. Many Romanians admired his courage and nobility. It was thought that he suffered a form of porphria which would explain a lot of his odd behaviors. Despite what literature says, people such as Fritz Haarman and the Countess Bathtori were not Vampires. They both were both mentally unstable; serial killers with a fetish for drinking blood. They were also pedophiles. These are just a few of the thousands of supposed Vampires. The only real Werewolf seen by the public was the one who prowled the grounds of the cemetery in England and he was dubbed “the Highgate Vampire” (not really a Vampire after all).
Recently, within the last few decades, a fascination with and a type of romantic appeal surrounds Vampires. Film-makers and authors has capitalized on the Werewolf and Vampire folklore. So much has been written: the creatures have transcended from being deadly and menacing, to being passive, sympathetic, and sometimes, downright friendly. People of ancient times did not hold these beliefs and were smart enough to stay away from them nor did they in any way want to be like them. Over the years, authors and artists have blurred the truth about these creatures. Some have gone so far as to make them glamorous, sensual, and benevolent. It is well within their rights to do so as their movies and novels are simply works of fiction.
The misinformation is overwhelming. There are Vampire communities and Vampire dating services with membership dues, and for a price, you can buy Vampire killing kits or manuals on how to become a Vampire. One can purchase Vampire and Werewolf ‘antidotes’ as well as secret potions to drink that will “turn” you into one of these creature, There are Vampire societies and Vampire Research organizations. Vampire cults came about due to Hollywoods image of Vampires as beautiful, strong, sexual, and glamorous. The list is endless. Be warned, they are only after your money and mind. Anyone who claims to be a Vampire “expert” is not.
In times past, people feared Vampires and Werewolves. They were thought of as evil, foul creatures, and most importantly, as deadly. People did not seek them out or idolize them. How did we change into a society that now covets and protects them? Ah, yes, TV, novels, the Internet, and Hollywood. So many of these businesses are run by, supported by, or operated by Vampires. They are gradually reshaping our minds for their own self-serving purposes. They would like for us to believe that Vampires will not hurt us unless provoked or unless we ask them too. Don’t believe this crap. Stefan knows of an author who writes books that dispel the belief of Vampires being real entities. This author hides behind several degrees in psychology and anthropology (a stolen identity) and proclaims himself to be an expert on the subject, but he is, in actuality, a Vampire. There is nothing romantic about a Vampire or Werewolf. They are killers. One should not involve themselves with one any more than you would knowingly enter into the house of a serial killer or walk head long into a pride of hungry lions. You will be killed, no questions asked. Vampires do not try to blend in with society and they do not fall in love or drink blood from a wine glass. Vampires prefer to go unnoticed. This is what they count on. Like a pride of lions, they hunt prey and are not the least bit merciful. They have a strong sexual drive and are almost invincible. As for Werewolves, they ban together in packs and hunt, sometimes just for the fun of it. They do not shape-shift or take human form. They are a group of murderous creatures with few ways to stop them. Those that proclaim to have seen a Vampire or Werewolf are dismissed as “crazy” and go unbelieved. And no one moreso than a Vampire, loudly proclaims their craziness.
If you want to know what its like to be a Vampire or Werewolf, ask one: an impossible task since neither would be willing to answer. They do not care to be known nor do they care about social enlightenment or the sake of knowledge. It is not in their own self-interest to be made known or to publicize their weaknesses or ways of operation. How can you tell if someone is a Vampire...you really can’t unless they have the typical deformities and then they most likely will not put themselves in view of any other human, they will hunt in the dark and attack solitary victims. There are some tell tale signs outlined in Stefan’s manual. Just because someone is a Vampire doesn’t mean they will kill you, but don’t be alone with them. Like a tiger that has been raised with humans, it can still turn violent and deadly without warning. When in doubt, turn about
MY NOVEL
Allow me to give you a little background info and share parts of my novel with you...
After finding a collection of handwritten diary pages while remodeling a garage, my curiosity was sparked (at first, I thought I had come across a rough draft of someone's novel). It wasn’t until after I became acquainted with Stefan that these pages began to make sense. It is from these pages, as well as personal encounters, historical records, years of research, and conversations with Stefan that I drew the accounts in, and storyline for my novel. The characters in my book were inspired by people I have met throughout my life. Although the book is classified as fiction, I tried to be as historically accurate as possible with a bit of artistic embellishment, to make it more appealing: a fictional story intertwined with Stefan’s biography and his recanting of Vampire and Werewolf activities/behaviors.
Stefan is a Damphir, a child born of a human mother (Reina) and a vampire father (Andrew). Reina suffered a rare genetic disease which allowed her to carry a Vampire fetus to full term. As far as we know, most unions between Vampire and human have not produced a living child. Stefan was born in the 13th century and lived “the ways of a Vampire” for hundreds of years. Stefan grew up in a household of Vampires, but was later cast-out. After leaving his Father’s Swarm, Stefan ventured out on his own and eventually had a daughter. Stefan’s daughter, Vada, helps him in his hunting. A father and daughter team of Vampire hunters who set out to destroy other Vampires as well as any Werewolves in their territory. They were paid handsomely for their efforts to end a reign of terror, a series of brutal murders, and human pillaging. Despite being part Vampire himself, Stefan believes them to be useless to society. Vada has no overwhelming hatred for or prejudicial beliefs about Vampires or Werewolves, she simply wants to destroy them because she likes the hunt and any ensuing battles. Seldom does she involve herself on a personal level with the humans she “protects”. To a Vampire, Stefan and Vada are a real threat, and their only big threat. The Vampires would like to see them both dead. Together they spend their entire lives trying to destroy vampires who prey on human victims.
We sit in our homes surrounded by science and technology and refuse to admit we are vulnerable to things we cannot see or understand. You are safe to do this thanks to Vada and Stefan who wiped out all but a few of the Vampires and Werewolves in times past. Nowadays, Vampires and Werewolves are rare and your odds of running across one are about the same as winning the big lottery. In past centuries, before Stefan and Vada destroyed them, they were more in number and imposed a deadly threat to many people. I decided to write this book on behalf of Stefan and Vada: not only as a way of thanking them for their efforts, but also to serve as a warning. We have lost our fear and respect for a Vampire’s power and have forgotten their predatory nature; replaced by a curious, almost coveted fascination. We have forgotten the hideous side of this entity. The Vampires, like the rest of civilization, have also been making use of technology and science. They have found ways to keep themselves alive and protected and continue to do so on a daily basis. The human race on the other hand has done little to advance their abilities to protect themselves and are becoming more and more vulnerable as time passes. People hide behind science and reason. They say that monsters do not exist because they have never seen them, but they are so secretive in nature that one will not likely encounter a Vampire and if they do, won’t live to tell about it.
Andrew, Stefan’s father, is still alive today and we continue to seek his whereabouts. Stefan and Vada draw closer every day. I do not know how old Andrew is or how he came to be, but we will continue to seek answers to these questions. I have discovered some of the reasons as to why they are what they are and how they multiply, and it is NOT by biting someone on the neck. According to Stefan, a Vampire bite on the neck will not thrill you, it will kill you. I will continue to gather information and research my theories as time goes by.
In the meantime, take a few minutes to read some excerpts from my novel.
As the story continues, the readers follow the Slayers and we find ourselves traveling from the 13th century until present times in and around Tucson Arizona. Of all places, sunny Arizona. Our heroes enlist help from a plethora of trusty side-kicks, each with their own quirks and personality flaws. There is a spoiled Princess who gets her just rewards’ and a selfish, lazy Knight who faces a Werewolf. A thriller-horror novel with suspense and romance. Some of the content is violently graphic and sexually explicit in nature. The background depicts the hard economic times, disease and pestilence, and political conflicts that were prevalent centuries ago. It is a novel with castles, swordplay and 15th century battle-scenes. There is a love affair between prince and pauper, as well as a scandalous affair involving a Princess. My book contains the only true reference manual on how to kill a Vampire or Werewolf (written by Stefan).
This novel was written to spread the word as per request of Stefan. The events and characters are based upon real people who live centuries ago. Todays horror readers much prefer a good story line that follows the actions of Vampires and portrays their victims as helpless. Without some elaboration and embellishment of Stefan’s story, this novel would simply be a biography-documentary and this is not what I believe would be the best genre to catch a readers attention. Read through the novel, enjoy the storyline and historical references, but keep in mind they are based on the diary pages found in my garage. Keep in mind the purpose of this novel; to warn us.
Stefan and I have been researching the history of Vampires, scouring the web for any potential Vampire activity, following police reports, and visiting the forums and chat rooms of Vampire Research Organizations. Believe little to none of what you read, only a true Vampire can relate what really is...all else is opinion or biased beliefs. Much is intentionally false, to lead you astray. What Stefan reads makes him chuckle but fills his heart with sadness. As for me, I find it fascinating. but erroneous in content most of the time. Today we have Vampire communities, Vampire blog sites and even online shops to buy Vampire apparel or jewelry. Vampire dating services have been posted along with Vampire magazines and video games. How silly this all seems to me now. In the recent past, up until I met Stefan, all of this didn’t matter to me; to each his own I thought.
y novel, as well as this site, is still “under construction”. I have not decided wether to publish my novel in a conventional paperback or to go eBook or perhaps even audiobook. I do not know what people prefer. These writings are rough drafts and are still in need of editing. I have no formal training in writing and hope you will forgive any grammar mistakes, improper sentence structures, or any other writing faux-pa. I will correct these and “clean-up” my works later. Let me know what you think...
Parts of Chapter 1 13th century
A 9 year old boy and his parents set off to sell their wares in a nearby town, but find themselves ambushed by a group of Vampires...
...from under the rugs, I watched as the men jumped upon my Mom and Dad and held them by their necks. I saw sharp, yellowed fingernails enter into my father’s throat. A man wearing a green coat had bitten into my fathers upper arm and was sucking on his flesh. I could see the facial muscles contract on his face as he latched on tightly to my Father’s arm. The strangers eyes were a translucent blue-white color that seemed to reflect the moon’s light. How eerie and unearthly his eyes looked to me. Another of the creatures had sank his teeth into my fathers neck, close to his shoulder and fastened on to him, pushing his face deeper into my fathers body as he fed and bit deeper Other members of the group were also biting into my Mother and drinking of her blood. Mom’s fingernails dug fruitlessly into the mans left cheek. I could hear the sound of swallowing and my Mom gasping for breathe as a man held her neck tightly. The group of men took turns biting and ripping out chunks of flesh from my parents captive, dying bodies.
I lie motionless under the rugs hoping they did not see me. My father fell forward, head slumping over the horserail, he sat motionless at the front of the wagon. One of the men picked him up as if he weighed no more than a small brick and threw his body atop the items in the back of our wagon. I could not bring myself to look in his direction. My mothers lifeless body was also thrown onto the wagon a few moments later. I wanted to run, but I did not risk being discovered. The man in the green coat took seat at the reins and the others gathered on the wagon. The horses were coaxed to move but, the wheel was stuck in a rut. One of the monsters effortlessly lifted the wagon and freed the wheel from the crevasse that held it firm. I remained motionless as the wagon ventured off the roadway. Not a word was said the entire trip as the murderous men manipulated the horses and our wagon deeper into the forest, further and further from the road, and closer to Andrew’s home.
I could not move due to the weight of my parents bodies on top of me, their burden almost suffocating me. The strangers sat almost statuesque, looking forward the entire time. We came to a stop behind a log building and I could hear other people talking and moving around. It sounded not unlike a pub at the village I came from. I felt I still could not risk being detected and remained still and quiet under a pile of rugs. The group of men had gotten off the wagon and were looking at the goods my father had so painstakingly placed hours before. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would stop. The men had gathered around the wagon and were removing the goods aboard. The pile of rugs which served as my safe place was lifted. I found myself staring at a woman’s face, a beautiful face with cool, blue eyes. She smiled at me. I did not have time to speak before her hand reached forward. Her dagger-like nails dug into my throat...
Parts of Chapter 9 15th century
Vada has been called upon to help a young girl who is being terrorized by an Incubus...
...as I approach the cottage, I can smell cabbage. Most likely a stew of sorts. I have been called upon to help a young girl and her father. The cottage with it’s high pitched, moss covered roof was not unlike all the others in the village. The rafters were built with a steep slope which allowed run-off of rain and snow. Their humble home was small and built of stone and timber. The robust construction kept them safe from wolves, mountain lions, and bears who lurked in the lush, dense forests that surrounded them. Despite this, their was no protection from an intruder who was threatening them inside their home. Outside I can see a horse carriage, no doubt used for travels into the nearby town. Heavy, damp air discouraged the disbursement of chimney smoke. The cottage appeared to be enveloped in a white cloud, barely visible if it were not for the glow of their fire and a lit candle placed by a window. Winter will soon arrive and bring brutal cold...
...Gar crawled onto the bed with Bella and promptly sat upon her chest. Weighing approximately four hundred pounds, his mass was more than Bella could bear. The weight of this creature upon Bella’s chest made it difficult for her to breathe. I could see her chest heave as she struggled to bring air into her lungs. The Incubus had small claw-like feet with toenails resembling daggers. He hooked them into Bella’s thighs much like a bird would grasp a tree limb and placed his left hand around her neck...
Parts of Chapter 12
Vada has a daughter named Minia. A woman takes Minia from the village with the intent of murdering her, but ends up being killed by her intended victim...
...we threw Elizabetha’s body into the Caspian Sea. It didn’t take long for the fish to find her body. A writhing school of aquatic scavengers gathered around her corpse. Thousands of tiny sharp teeth plucked chunks of flesh from her body. Their tails slapped at the top of the water as they wiggled and pushed their jaws deeper into her abdominal cavity. Their movements sent ripples of waves toward the shoreline. The hungry fish bit and tore at her skin and muscle, leaving the water tinted with blood, the smell of which heightened their feeding frenzy. Smaller schools of minnows feasted on tiny bits of meat that floated atop the water like tufts of cotton caught on the wind...
Parts of Chapter 14
A pair of hunters run across a pack of Werewolves who have taken up residences in an abandoned monastery.
...eyes gazing about, trying to locate the source of an unfamiliar sound, Edward could see the contour of a large beast standing threateningly close behind Fillip. Its brawny, muscular frame was over seven feet tall and covered with a thick, curly coat of jet black hair. He saw tearing teeth, sharp fangs and blood stained claws. The beast had ripped a door off of its hinges and had thrown it over the wall. Edward could clearly see that this beast was a Werewolf and it had an unbreakable hold on Fillip. Edward watched in horror as the Lycan began to rip Fillip into pieces, his body twitching in a struggle with death. Others of its kind ascended the stairwell and entered the tower to join in the assault. Edward knew he could do nothing to stop this attack. The sound of Fillip’s screaming and pleads for help will haunt Edward forever...
A man finds his wife in a field, he did not know of the Werewolves who lived close by and had attacked his wife. His five year old son is still missing
...they had been watching, waiting, hiding a few yards away behind thick underbrush. She watched the beast carry Nicky up a hill, vanish over the horizon, they were all, for a brief moment, out of her sight. Nicky’s boyish squeals and calls for his mother fell silent as the larger of the trio bit into his throat. She came to the top of the hill only to witness what was left of her child being shared and eaten by the three beasts. Mom’s legs gave out. she fell to her knees. A guttural scream echoed across the meadow, she cried out with such anger and sense of loss, she thought her heart would burst. She collapsed and fell unconscious. Lensar found his wife lying in the field, her body barely visible atop the long blades of rippling field-grass. She was alive, deep bites visible on her upper arms. Carrying her listless body back to their home, Lensar places his wife in bed and sets out to search for Nicky. He found only his bloody clothes, a red pouch full of treasures, and Cosmina’s unstained apron, snagged on a branch at the edge of the stream...
Part of Chapter 16
We have the Werewolves surrounded and a battle plan set forth...
...the Lycans have grown tired, ravenous, and desperate. With the exception of Julianna’s poisoned animals, no food has been had by the beasts. Long howls of distress, fused with anger, rise and float into the night sky as if the brutes were calling to the moon for help. The sounds travelled upward and then, as if caught on a downdraft, descend onto the ears of my men. Following Paul’s example, some of them had taken to tauntingly howling back. A sense of defeat and agony emanated from the monastery. Desperate to run and feed, some Lycans have become apathetic to the possibility of being killed and many more try to elope their confinement behind the well guarded wall. At this rate I fear their will be none left to battle, and this would disappoint my soldiers and myself even more so. The very walls that once offered them sanctuary have become their damnation. The monsters were in a bad way.
My warriors, embraced in the darkness of the forest, are anxious and impatiently await my signal. They have been camping at the edge of the monastery for over a week and are well rested and well fed (unlike their opponents). I sit quietly alone sharpening my Quiva knife against a whetstone. It was a beautiful night, the moon gave off a gray-white light that cast shadows on all things below. The moon was full and round, holding its place majestically in the dark winter sky. I hear the sound of a twig snap, a faint sound coming from an area of the forest to my left. I saw it coming toward me but stop short and retreat back. It was only a mountain lion. I was now awake, standing ready with dagger in hand. Now is as good a time as any. I jump upon my horse, torch in hand and ride over to set the fueled pits ablaze. Tall flames erupted, illuminating the monastery walls and scorching any bodies left entwined in the wires. The thundering sound of the fires and their orange-red glow, brought our soldiers to attention. A great howling could be heard coming from our dogs and the volume accelerated as wailing Werewolves joined in. They too have had enough and were ready to make a move, regardless of what the outcome would be.
Markus and Paul were both pulled from their horses and the Monsters managed to shred the net and escape from under its hold. Markus and Paul now stand face to face with Werewolves, the game is not in their favor at this moment. Four of the five werewolves had run off, one stood his ground and advancing toward Paul from behind. Wrapping its arm around him, it dug its claws into the flesh of Paul’s chest, Still having our Prince in its grasp, it looked up at Markus and took a step backward, dragging Paul with him. Markus and the Lycan both hesitated for a moment, each despising and regarding the other. Markus stepped forward, battle-axe in hand, to free Paul of the monstrosity which had a strong hold. The Lycan made an advance toward Markus. The beast was using Paul as a shield and as a bargaining chip to ensure its escape. This creature was cunning and showed some degree of human intelligence. This werewolf was bigger and smarter then most of the others. Markus had no open shot at the beast without possibly harming Paul. “Kill the beast” ordered Paul. “Do it now”. As if it understood what was said, the Lycan bit down hard into the top of Paul’s right shoulder and Paul moaned in pain and anger as grotesque teeth embedded into his body. Blood trickled down the front of Paul’s shirt. Struggling to break free made the bite more painful and drove the fangs in deeper.
Markus took position to attack knowing it did not matter at this point whether or not he may harm Paul. Paul was bitten and most likely infected. Markus advanced but stopped when he saw the tip of a large dagger pushing its way through the Werewolf’s forehead. The dagger was withdrawn back into the skull as quickly as it had entered. The beast fell to the ground. “We don’t have time to play right now boys, you must be more alert and pay more attention” I said as I walked off wiping the blade of my dagger against my thigh to rid it of brain matter, bone chips, and blood. I knew that I would have to deal with Paul at a later date, for now, we needed him for this battle. Paul was left badly bitten and scratched but still functional. “And don’t forget to burn that bitch” I shouted. Markus wondered how Vada knew the Werewolf was a female, but he often wondered how Vada knew the things she knows...
Parts of Chapter 20
Felina, a shop owner in the village, finds herself the aim of a vengeful Vampire.
...smoke had found its way under the crack of my bedroom door. Despite Stewart’s warning, I had to open the window, hoping a breeze would enter to help disperse this stagnant cloud of sulfur smelling smoke which hovered above my bed. Sleep gradually came upon me as I lay on my bed thinking about what had become of my life and what may lie ahead. I greatly missed my dogs and my dear friend Carmilla.
I am not sure what brought me out of my sleep, but as I awoke I saw a yellowed, claw-shaped nail poke its way between the center gap of my curtains. A long crooked finger followed, then a gaunt hand, pushing back the fabric, parting the curtains to capture a better view of me, the intended prey. He was there, a Vampire, standing outside my window, making no attempts to remain hidden or unseen. I recognized him as one of the night people I had seen before, outside my house on the road out of town, but never before had I seen these people leave the roadway. Since I had spent years unintentionally taking notice of their ventures in and out of town, I realized that they considered me a threat to their need to remain anonymous and unnoticed.
A low pitch growl made its way from deep within the back of his throat. A growl so threatening that it penetrated my skin and vibrated every bone in my body. I wanted to jump up and slam the window shut, but found my body paralyzed, his hideous face so transfixed me with fear that I could not move. Grasping the lower ledge of my window, embedding his razor sharp nails deep into the wood, he dragged his fingers along the grain producing an eerie scratching noise. Chunks of wood curled up from underneath his nails as they raked their way along the sill, dislodging splinters of wood that entered into his skin but drew no blood. He was taunting me, and with a sense of arrogance, seemed to enjoy it...
Thank you for your time. I hope that you have been warned not to exclude the possibility of the impossible. If these readings interest you, let me know. I will soon have the novel completed, that is if people seem interested. If no interest is shown, I will continue with my “other” pursuits and put the book away...for now.
