Vampires

I love vampires, but I don’t enjoy a lot of vampire media. I think I’m too picky, and none of it portrays vampires exactly the way I like them. Guess I’ll just have to write a bunch of my own. Oh, dear. How sad for me.

Shaun and Honey
Video Journal of a Mad Woman

Just a Little Crick in the Neck

So, your new friend just shoved you off a roof so you’d miss the sun and you landed on your neck and now you’re stuck in a motel storage room. Now what?

What a Vampire Eats

It’s not French bread pizza and beer, unfortunately.

A Plan Awry

They had a plan. It was a good plan. Not quite good enough.

The Bad Side of Town

Last weekend sucked for Dexter. This weekend doesn’t look any better.

Magnates and Mirrors

Sir Lord Reginald Thwarpington Ramsbottom the third, lately of Hillshropshireforthdanwidthtonvillebourguponavon, was enjoying his morning rather leisurely. He had awoken in his giant bed and rolled over thrice to get to the edge and then gotten caught in the curtains, made of the very finest damask. Once he was able to cut himself down he put…

Honestly, It’s Hot Enough in Florida Without the Sun

It was so bright out by the time Honey busted through the door onto the motel roof she thought he was already dead. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she muttered to herself, scanning. She had gotten turned around on her way up. Which way was east? The sky in the direction she was facing…

Making Friends

He met her at a bar a block away from his new apartment, the apartment where most of his stuff was still in boxes and maybe still was in boxes if not just tossed away or set on fire or sold off, not that he owned anything worth selling. It was a bar a block…

A Foot in the Door

Victor stepped out of the town car, smoothed the lines of his suit, and signaled the driver to go. In front of him was a single block of Maple Hill Street. There was nothing special about Maple Hill. That was the point. It was just your average block of homes in your average suburb. This…

The New World

The year is 1721, it is a bone-frigid winter night, and a boat from Europe has just docked in Boston Harbor. This, of course, is nothing so strange. Every winter night in Boston is the coldest a person has ever been, and the coldest they will ever be. Until the next night. And boats now…

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