Poem – Vampire’s Kiss

VAMPIRE’S KISS

You sense me hiding.
From the shadows I stalk.
You try to avoid me.
As the closer I get, the faster you walk.

You try to flee.
You try to hide.
Yet within a heartbeat,
I’m there at your side.

You stare deep,
Deep into my eyes.
You cannot move, you cannot cry,
Your whole body becomes paralyzed.

Your neck is exposed.
With one single bite.
Your blood flows to me,
As you hold me, hold me tight.

You thrill to my touch,
To my every caress.
Your life flows to me,
And to you, flows my death.

Your darkest desire,
Your deepest pain.
You cry out your longing.
Again and again.

I continue to drink.
Your life’s single spark
Starts to grow dim,
and fade into dark.

We end the embrace,
The blood ceases to flow.
I fly quickly away,
And soon, you will know.

Know how want,
Know how you’ll miss,
Know how you need,
The vampire’s kiss.

Poem: Two Drops Of Red

Two Drops Of Red

All you’ll ever see is my shadow.

All you’ll feel of me is a cold breeze.

All you’ll hear of me is a whisper in the night.

The barest scent of death is in the air.

By the time you know I’m there- I’m gone.

The only signs that I was ever there…

A growing darkness,

A spreading chill,

And two drops of red.

Off To A Slow Start

Well, it’s day 3 of NaNoWriMo, and I’m off to a slow start. I only have 467 words written so far, but it’s still early in the month. I still have plenty of time to catch up. For those of you that are interested, here’s the opening scene from “Upon A Midnight Dreary”.

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Victoria Raven lay still. The rain was falling, running into her face, mixing with the blood running from several wounds on her face and neck.

She could still hear her attackers checking on other members of her family. She tried to avoid breathing, trying not to give away any sign that she still lived. As it was, she could feel the life leaving her body, drop by drop. She heard a pair of footsteps approaching.

She sensed one of her attackers looming over her, as another one approached. Something warm fell on her lips, the salty taste oozing into her mouth, she almost spit it out, but managed to keep from moving.

She heard a rough voice above her. “What happened to you Donovan? You’re bleeding.”

“Oh, one of those bastards pulled a knife on me. He pulled out a knife, I pulled out his throat.”

A pair of rough hands pulled the rings off of her fingers. More blood fell onto her lips as she struggled to remain still. A strange whooshing sound filled the air. The cold air seemed to grow even colder, as she sensed a new, chilling presence nearby.

A quiet, yet commanding voice filled the silence. “And what is this?”

“Lucius, we didn’t expect you here.”

“Obviously not.” The voice was cold, and full of contempt. “You know our rules. We do not murder in cold blood like this.”

“But they have been helping the Pinkertons. They’ve been opposing and hunting us. They’re doing their best to bring us down.”

“That does not excuse this sloppy execution, Donovan. We do not operate in the open like this.”

“No one is around, no one saw these murders, and none of them are left alive.”

She heard a slap. “Insolent fool! Listen. Do you hear the horses approaching? Pinkerton Detective Agency already has agents on their way. We do not need to give them any excuses to oppose the Baltimore Coven. Now, let us leave, before we are caught.”

More whooshing filled the air, and soon she could sense no one else around. In the distance she could hear the growing sound of hoofbeats. They built up to a thundering noise, stopping nearby.

There was shouting as the riders leapt from the horses, their footsteps muffled by the muddy ground.

“We missed them. Check to see if anyone survived this attack.”

“This one is gone. Check over there”

She heard footsteps approaching. Someone knelt down in the mud beside her, his hand going to her neck. “This one is still alive. Let’s get some help over here, quickly!” Strong yet gentle hands, started to raise her to a sitting position. She opened her eyes, a pair of cold grey eyes met hers. A shudder ran through her body as Victoria Raven breathed her last.

It’s Almost Time

So, here it is Halloween already. For many writers that means that NaNoWriMo starts in just a few hours. For those of you that don’t know, NaNoWriMo is a challenge to writers to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. Obviously, the point isn’t to have a polished and completed novel, but to have a first draft that you can work with, edit, and polish.

For this year’s challenge, I had planned to pick up where I left off last year, when I only got about 8,000 words or so written. But I was thinking and brainstorming, trying to come up with a backstory for one of the secondary characters, when I had the idea to expand her story into its own novel. So, instead of continuing last year’s project, I’ll be writing the story of Victoria Raven.

Unfortunately, I’ll be at work at midnight, when NaNoWriMo starts. Fortunately, I can bring my tablet, and start my writing during my breaks. Although I didn’t complete the challenge last year, I am determined to finish my novel this year. I’ll be posting my progress and excerpts as the month goes on.