Dumb Vampires 11 (fiction)

Dumb Vampires


The three of them were watching television. Body bags were being brought out of Sarah’s house. There also seemed to be innumerable police there.

“No wonder I can’t get anyone to come over if they’re all watching this! What few friends are left anyways…” Sarah complained.

“I’m hungry! And we’re out of blood.” Britney replied. Freya sighed.

“Well I told you this would happen.” Freya reminded them. “I’ll go somewhere and bring back some food.”

“Can’t we just order in. Like for some pizza and eat the guy that delivers it.” Britney suggested.

“Missing pizza guys are one way they could find us. It’s better if I just randomly grab someone off the streets.” Freya answered.

“Well if you’re going out, could you bring back some tequila as well?” Britney asked.

“Tequila? You don’t need tequila. You’re a vampire now for goodness sake.” Freya told her.

“Yeah, but I want some tequila.” Britney responded.

“I wouldn’t mind some too.” Sarah chimed in. Freya sighed again. Maybe I should just get in the car and drive off, Freya thought.

“Fine. Sarah, you come with me and get the tequila, and I’ll take care of the sustenance.” Freya decided.

“Wahoo! Tequila!” Britney exclaimed while doing her little tequila dance, which consisted of her gyrating her body as she sang the world tequila.

“Come on Sarah.” Freya said as she walked towards the door.

“What about me?” Britney asked.

“You just hold the fort.” Freya advised. Britney screwed up her nose.

“Fort? I thought this was an apartment.” Britney replied.

“It’s an expression.” Freya told her while wanting to repeatedly smack her head on the door. She left the apartment with Sarah following.

Outside Freya noticed a car sitting there she hadn’t seen before. When they got to their own car, Freya regarded it.

“Have you seen that car before?” Freya asked Sarah once they had both got in. Sarah shook her head.


“There are two men sitting in that car watching the building. We need to keep an eye on them.” Freya warned her. “We may have to leave this place very soon I suspect.”

“Okay.” Sarah replied. Freya started the car and they drove off. Sarah looked at the other car as they passed it. There seemed to be two men in that car, one older and one younger. Both wore glasses. They both glanced at her.

Once they got to an area with stores they parked the car. Sarah went to find some tequila, while Freya went in search of victims.

“Just get the tequila, no freelancing!” Freya advised. Sarah nodded.

A short time later Sarah came back with two large bottles of tequila. She saw that Freya had already brought back two people with her and was waiting. Sarah walked up to them. She wondered if the man and the woman waiting beside Freya had been charmed.

“This is Sarah.” Freya told the other two.

“Hi Sarah.” the man said. He was tall and had dark skin. “I’m Lewis.” Britney set the bottles down and then shook his hand. It was very warm.

“Hi Lewis.” Britney replied.

“Your hands are cold.” Lewis commented.

“It’s poor circulation.” Freya chipped in.

“So apparently we’re having a party! I see you’ve brought the drinks.” Lewis said smiling.

“Yep.” Sarah replied.

“And this is Sharlene.” Freya said. A short woman with long dark hair then shook Sarah’s hand. Her skin was very soft.

“Hi Sharlene.” Sarah said.

“Hi.” Sharlene replied, seeming rather shy.

“Now we all know each other, shall we get in the car?” Freya suggested.

“Sounds like a great idea.” Lewis replied.

They all got into the car and drove back to the apartment. Once they arrived, Freya parked the car behind the one she had noticed before. This time it was now empty. She sat there motionless for a short time and then turned to the others.

“I need to check something out. It might be nothing. Could you all wait in the car until I get back?” Freya asked.

“Sure, but don’t you need me?” Sarah asked. Freya shook her head.

“No, leave it to me.” She got out of the car and walked off in the direction of the apartment.

“What’s all this about?” Lewis asked after a time. Sarah turned around and looked at them both in the back seat. They both looked uncertain. She smiled at them.

“It’s nothing really. It’s just that there are two guys that have been harassing her, and she thinks they might be here.” Sarah explained. Lewis nodded thoughtfully.

“I can help if she needs it. It’s not a good idea for her to face two guys on her own.” Lewis commented. Sarah nodded and smiled at him again.

“It’s just a misunderstanding really. She won’t be in any danger.” Sarah replied. Not long after she said that there was an explosion of glass from above and Freya dropped to the ground. She suddenly got up and ran to the car, she then quickly got in and started the car up.

“We’ve really got to go!” Freya said as she put her foot on the accelerator and quickly drove off.

“What about Britney?” Sarah asked.

“They got her. I’m sorry.” Freya replied.

“Britney’s gone?” Sarah exclaimed. She felt tears beginning to fall down her face. “Not Britney!”

“Can I ask what’s going on? You fell down several floors and don’t have a scratch on you. And what do you mean Britney’s gone? Did they kill your friend? What sort of business are you two into?” Lewis asked in a panic. Sarah turned round gazed at him. “AND WHY IS SHE CRYING BLOOD?” This time he screamed.

“Be quiet.” Freya replied as they sped through the streets.

“Could you slow down please?” Lewis asked.

“Yeah let us out!” Sharlene suddenly screamed. She tried opening the door on her side but it was locked.

“Stop the car and let us out!” Lewis demanded. “I don’t want to know what you two are involved in and I don’t wished to be involved.” To everyone’s surprise Freya brought the car to a screeching halt.

“Please let us out.” Sharlene implored while sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. Freya turned round and grabbed her head. In an instant she snapped her neck and Sharlene fell lifelessly to the seat.

“MY GOD YOU’VE KILLED HER! LET ME OUT NOW!!!” Lewis screamed. Freya grabbed him and did the same. She then turned around and started the car up.

“Where are we going?” Sarah asked her.

“We’re leaving the city. At least we’ve got some food for the journey now.” Freya replied. She put her foot on the accelerator and they sped off down the dark streets again.

Sarah looked regretfully at the two bodies now slumped lifelessly on the back seat.

to be continued…

Joanne Fisher

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It took a while for me to get around to continuing this story. At this stage it should only be around 15-16 chapters, but that said it may take longer to tell the story than I think it does, so for all I know it may end up being 20 or more chapters… You can never tell sometimes.

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Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Review



I don’t normally write reviews, but I’m in the midst of a dark depression and can’t seem to write any fiction right now. I can’t usually afford books anymore, but luckily Carmilla was only $1 on Google’s Play Books and that’s the sort of price that works for me at the moment… Be warned this review will be full of spoilers.

Carmilla is a gothic novella that was first published in 1872, around 25 years before Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula was published. It has been said that Carmilla was an important influence on Stoker when he was writing Dracula, as well as Le Fanu’s other works. Carmilla, the story’s antagonist, is a vampire and has designs on the story’s narrator. You could say there is quite a strong lesbian undercurrent to this work.

The story is written as a personal memoir by the story’s main character, Louise. During the book, she and her father live in a castle on a small estate that her father has acquired in Styria (located in the south-east of Austria). Laura describes the castle as having a moat and a single drawbridge and being surrounded by forest and being miles away from any other settlement. Honestly upon reading that I just wanted to move in there immediately. I mean if that place exists, can I live there? Please? I can live with the vampire issues they seem to have.

One evening they are outside and witness a carriage accident not far from the estate. A middle-aged woman and her daughter Carmilla are in the carriage. Carmilla is unconscious and Laura’s father agrees to let Carmilla stay at their castle while her mother continues on an important errand and promises to be back in three months time for her. I immediately thought this was a convenient way to get Carmilla to stay at the castle, like it was part of a routine or scam, more about that later.

Upon Carmilla staying at the castle many young women in the surrounding area start getting sick and dying. I would have been suspicious about that from the outset, but the narrator nor her father seem to connect the dots in time.  She also forms a close relationship to Laura, who seems to be both attracted and repelled by her at the same time. Towards the end of the story, Carmilla starts turning her vampiric attention towards Laura (presumably she’s run out of other young women in the area to feed on) and you do get a sense from Laura that she is gradually getting weaker and knows she is facing death.

Upon a trip to the ruins of Karnstein, it is revealed that Carmilla is actually Mircalla, Countess of Karnstein (Carmilla being an anagram of Mircalla) and that she has done this sort of thing before, notably to a friend of Laura’s father, General Spielsdorf. He had also let Carmilla stay at his residence, though she had the name Millarca at the time (another anagram). His niece, became good friends with Millarca, and slowly died. He gives an account of his experience to Laura and her father on their way to Karnstein, and they finally notice how similar his story is to theirs regarding Carmilla. What happens at Karnstein I will leave to anyone wanting to read this work.

Overall I quite liked the writing style. I enjoyed the vivid descriptions of the castle and its environs, as well as Laura’s life there. I also thought how Carmilla quite deviously got into Laura’s head at times, as well as often arousing sympathy from her, was quite well done. Carmilla came off as quite a subtle predator at times. Whenever Laura was quite ill or scared Carmilla would intentionally mirror those feelings and make it seem like she herself was worse off. She put a lot of effort in trying to appear as human to Laura, though there was the occasional slip. When Carmilla was finally feeding on Laura, Laura’s sense of fatalism and claustrophobia seemed genuine and understandable. It would have been nice to have slightly more overt sexuality in this, given the subject matter, but then again what could you expect from the 1870s.

It’s a short work and can be easily be read in a day. If you like vampire stories or even stories with a tinge of lesbianism to them, then it’s well worth reading this.


Four and half blood-soaked fangs out of five.



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My Life In Darkness, part 18 (fiction)



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18. Lunch With Tony


We were seated at a table waiting for our burgers to show up. I had a large glass of cola and Tony was drinking beer.

“These are new.” Tony said pointing to the bruises on my arm.

“Yeah I tripped on the stairs at home on Friday night.” I thought it best to stick to the same story I had given Helen. Tony raised his eyebrows at me.

“Oh really?” He asked with an unconvinced tone in his voice.

“It’s the truth.” I told him. Tony looked at me.

“All I know is that you’ve started dating someone and suddenly bruises have appeared on you. If she was hurting you, you would tell me wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would.” I told him looking straight into his eyes so he would believe me, even though I was lying. “I’m fine. Everything is good at the moment. So can we drop it?” Tony nodded though he didn’t look happy.

“By the way I tried contacting you on Saturday night but I couldn’t get a reply.”

“Sorry my phone is out of action at the moment. It got damaged on Friday.”

“You could build a large phone-shaped memorial out of all the phones you’ve gone through. Did it get damaged when you fell?”

“Well, no. Later that night Astrid showed up and we took a drive into the country. We stopped off at a bar for some food and then ended up walking around in this nature reserve. When a storm suddenly hit we ran to the car, but my phone had fallen into a muddy creek. I thought I had left it in the car, but Astrid found it.” I replied not really enjoying how much I had to change the truth.

“Wow! So what happened then?”

“We went to her place. She has this nice villa on the edge of town and I ended up staying the entire weekend with her.” As I said this his eyebrows shot up.

‘It sounds like it’s getting pretty serious with her.” He said. He peered more closely at my neck. “And do I see your neck is covered in hickeys? You almost did a good job hiding them. God knows what Helen thinks: coming to work with your neck covered in hickeys and all!” He chuckled to himself while I sat there and blushed.

“Yeah she’s pretty good in bed.” I said. He continued chuckling and shaking his head to himself.

“Well I’m glad you’re with someone again. I hope you’re very happy with her. You were so devastated after Nicola dumped you.” He continued smiling.

I know he meant well but mention of Nicola’s name still caused an upheaval in my stomach, though I continued smiling and tried my best not to show it.

“At least you haven’t electrocuted her yet.” He added bringing up my infamous talent.

“Not yet.” I confirmed. “It’s not my fault I’m a good conduit of static electricity.”

Once our burgers and fries came we munched them down quickly.

“Everything is okay isn’t it?” Tony asked.

“Yeah.” I confirmed. “Why do you ask?”

“For someone who has just entered a new relationship you seem rather low-key about it. You should be ecstatic about it and glowing with radiance. Instead you seem rather quiet and subdued.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s complicated.” I replied.

“It’s complicated.” he repeated.

“I’m still getting to know her.” I tried explaining. He just smiled to himself and shook his head.

“Got anything new at the store?” Tony asked changing the subject.

“We got a new shipment that I was shelving just before you turned up.” I informed him.

“Maybe I’ll walk back with you and take a look. I wish that old bat would get in more graphic novels.” I laughed.

“Don’t call her that! She’s been very good to me and she was a good friend of my parents. I can always order in anything you want.” I told him.

“But how do I know if I want it unless I see it first?” he asked. “Do you miss your father?”

“Yes every day.” I finished eating my burger.

After we had eaten we both walked to the store. Once I got back Helen went on her own lunch break leaving me in charge of the store. It was quiet. Only Tony was there perusing the new stock. A few more boxes had come in while I was away, so I began unpacking them.

“Melissa.” said a familiar voice. I turned around and there was Astrid standing at the counter. I hadn’t heard her come in.

“I didn’t know you were here.” I said. She smiled and put a black phone on the counter, along with a paper bag.

“I got you a new phone. It’s all ready to go.” I picked it up and examined it.

“Thanks.” I said.

“You had a burger for lunch.” She stated.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“I can smell it on you.” She told me. She then pointed to the brown paper bag. “I also got you some iron tablets. Make sure you take them every day from now on.” I picked up the bag and stashed it away with my belongings.

“Okay I will.” I said.

“You probably won’t see me for a couple of days as I’m going to be busy.” She informed me.

“What will you be doing?” I asked.

“Just some loose ends to tie up.” She replied. I nodded wondering what she meant.

“Oh My God! Is that Astrid!” exclaimed Tony as he ran up to the counter. Astrid looked surprised and slightly bewildered. She looked at me for clarification.

“This is Tony. He’s an old friend of mine.” I told her. Tony walked right up to her and offered his hand. She paused for a moment and then shook his hand.

“Ooh! An ash blonde! Very nice!” Tony said to Astrid. “Your hands are rather cold.”

“I have poor circulation.” Astrid told him.

“Melissa and I go way back. She tells me everything!” Tony told her. Astrid raised her eyebrows and looked at me. I shook my head.

“I don’t actually tell him everything.” I blurted out hastily. Tony looked at me and considered my words.

“No she’s right, sometimes she can be rather secretive. But she’s told me a lot about you!” He exclaimed. I groaned inwardly.

“Is that right?” Astrid asked looking at me again.

“She tells me you’re loaded and have a nice house on the edge of town. I suspect you’ve both been at it like rabbits the last couple of days.” He laughed. “The three of us should go for a night on the town one night. I’m sure it would be very memorable!”

“Yes I’m sure it would be very memorable.” Astrid replied coldly. She looked at me. “I’ve got to go now. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.” I said offering her a smile.

Astrid took one more look at Tony and then left the store. Tony looked at me and laughed again.

“Well she’s rather hot.” Tony informed me. “Though rather cold at the same time.”

“Just be careful what you say to her in the future. She’s rather sensitive.” I told him.

“Did I say something wrong?” He asked looking slightly confused.


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My Life In Darkness, part 15 (fiction)



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15. Back Home


We were driving back to Lawrence. It was late afternoon and the sun was getting lower in the sky. I wasn’t completely sure which road we were on. There was little traffic. Occasionally another car went past heading the other way. After we passed through some forest there was farmland with wooden fences lining the road. There were some cows in the distance and then there were rows and rows of corn. Black crows could occasionally be seen circling the fields above. Part of me was glad I was going to be back in my own space, but another part was sad that I was going to be away from Astrid. I hadn’t expected these mixed feelings. We came to a bridge and once over we were already in the outskirts of town.

“You must never mention to anyone that I am a vampire, or infer it. If you do you could find yourself in serious trouble, either with me or some other entity.”

“We’ve already been through this.” I reminded her.

“I know but I need to repeat it. I cannot say it enough times that you should not do this. Do we have an understanding?” She asked.

“Yes of course, but as I said before no one would believe me anyway. They would probably think I was joking or something.”

“Even if you think no one would believe you, you still must not do it.” Astrid insisted.

“Yes I understand. I won’t breathe a word to anyone about it.”

“Good.” She replied. I could feel a wistfulness unexpectedly welling up inside me as we got nearer to my place. We came to a stop outside the house I lived in. “Secondly, do you have a spare key to your apartment?”

“Yes.” I answered.

“Can I have it please?” she asked. I was surprised by her question.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit soon?” I asked. We had only been dating a few days.

“No. I have shared secrets with you. I have fed on your blood and you have my blood in you. In my world you’re mine now, so I wish to have access to you whenever I require it.” I opened my mouth in surprise and shock. I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m yours?” I mouthed out eventually.

“Yes you’re mine.” She stated. “I can enter your house other ways, but a key would be more convenient.” My mind was whirling. I felt incredulous.

“What if I refuse?”

“Then I will make you give it to me. I would rather not do this as it would be preferable if you hand me the key voluntarily. I don’t want this to be an issue.”

“But it is an issue. What you’re implying is that I no longer have control over my own life!” I exclaimed.

“No one really has control over their own life Melissa. You need to understand that. There are layers of authority that control you and all the decisions that you make, you just fail to see that.” She said in a matter of fact voice. “Just be aware that I care about you and me having access to you whenever I need it, is more for your protection and safety. Whatever happens, I will be leaving with it and I would rather not force you to give it to me, but I will not ask you again.” There was a coldness in her voice I hadn’t encountered before.

I audibly sighed and reached into my bag. I took out my keys and threaded the spare key off the key chain. I put the key into Astrid’s waiting hand.

“There.” I said slightly annoyed.

“Thank you.” She replied as she closed her hand around it. I felt my life was slipping away from me, out of my control.

“I’m totally your bitch now.” I stated bitterly.

“I wouldn’t put it that way. Even if it is true.” She said seemingly unconcerned with the tone of my voice.

She opened the car door and got out. I did the same and followed her as she walked towards the house. We climbed the stairs and I unlocked the door to my apartment. A reassuring familiar smell greeted me as I entered. It was nice to be home, so much had happened since I had left here on Friday morning, it felt like a long time. The world was a very different place now. I went to the living room and collapsed onto the couch Astrid followed me.

“I thought I would stay the night here, if that’s alright with you.” She said. I shrugged my shoulders. I felt defeated.

‘Does it matter if it’s alright with me? You’d probably just stay anyway, even if I didn’t want you to.” Astrid stood in front of me and looked into my eyes.

“Don’t be like that. If you don’t want me to be here tonight then I’ll go.” She said softly. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you, but you need to see things the way they are.”

“You don’t love me. You just want to control me!” I screamed at her. Tears were starting to fall down my cheeks. Astrid maintained her composure and just stood there and looked at me in her expressionless manner.

I  began to sob uncontrollably. The sudden huge amount of pain and hurt that burst through me seemed like an unending river. I wasn’t totally sure what I was sobbing about: my loss of independence, the fact that my girlfriend was a vampire, the death of both my parents, my ex dumping me for no reason, the feeling I was alone in the world. It seemed a growing list. I continued wailing over the hurt and confusion and grief I had felt over the last few years of my life.

“I know you find it hard to believe, but I do love you. All I am doing is trying to keep you safe. I wish you could see that Melissa.” She said calmly.

I buried my face into my hands and fell back against the couch which I then slid down until I was on the floor sobbing my eyes out. She began to hold on to me, though I kept trying to fight her off, but she was too persistent and eventually her arms were locked around me and my head was resting on her chest. My sobbing gradually subsided as she cradled me in her arms and gently rocked me into calm. We were both on the floor entangled together. She moved me back on to the couch and we sat there in each other’s arms. I felt exhausted and drained.

Astrid ordered some pizza and once it arrived I tried to eat some but I wasn’t really hungry. We spent the evening watching Blade Runner together spooning on the couch. I wasn’t sure if Astrid was that interested in it. She kept kissing me on the face and eventually just began nuzzling me on the neck. I wondered if I was about to feel sharp teeth puncturing my skin, but she never went that far. Once the movie finished she gave me another back massage, frequently commenting on how tense my shoulders and neck were. After that I put the leftover pizza in the fridge and got ready for bed, I had work in the morning after all.

I wandered to the bathroom. I felt like I was dazed or walking around in a dream. When I looked in the mirror I was surprised to see how puffy my eyes were and how blotchy my skin was. After I brushed my teeth I shuffled to my bedroom. I stripped off with Astrid watching me in fascination as she sat on my bed. I turned off the light and got under the covers with her.

She sidled up to me in bed and the next thing I knew she was on top of me. She began kissing my breasts and softly biting my nipples then she continued kissing me as she went further down. She spread my legs and her tongue licked me out until I was brought to orgasm. I felt like I was going to explode. I lay there gasping for air. Eventually my breathing calmed down and Astrid came back up. I lay on my side and Astrid had her arms wrapped around me. I felt myself begin to fall into sleep.

“I want to feed on you.” She declared. “Only a small amount. I haven’t fed since this morning.”

“Okay.” I assented, though I felt apprehensive about it.

“I can make you fall asleep so you don’t feel anything.” She offered.

“No I want to know what it feels like.” I insisted.

“Very well.”

She began to kiss my neck again. Her mouth moved to almost the back of my neck and as she kissed I could feel her fangs were out brushing against my skin. And then it happened: a sudden severe pain in my neck like two large white hot needles puncturing my skin and then the disconcerting sounds of Astrid slurping and then swallowing my blood. It was more painful than I expected. It was like a continual stabbing pain and I began to squirm. She stopped feeding.

“This won’t take long,” she said “So just try to endure the pain a little while longer. I’m not used to someone squirming as I feed.”

“Alright.” I replied.

She resumed feeding and I did my best to remain still no matter how much it hurt, all the while listening to her swallowing my blood. Eventually she finished and licked the area softly with her tongue. She moved over the other side of me and put her arms around me so we were spooning again.

“Goodnight” she said. I began to feel sleep take me despite the throbbing pain in my neck.


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My Life In Darkness, part 14 (fiction)



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14. The Picnic


“So what’s the plan for today?” I asked, changing the subject. I tried to put the thought of Astrid wanting to regularly feed on me out of mind.

“I thought we could go for a drive, have some lunch somewhere, and then I would take you back home.” Astrid announced.

“That sounds great.” I said. She smiled, picked up her book and resumed reading.

“Good.” She replied.

I decided to leave her in peace. The trouble was, there wasn’t much for me to do here. 

“Would I be able to use your laptop again?” I asked her.

“Sure it’s upstairs. Bring it down here.” She suggested. “You do realise you cannot mention I am a vampire to anyone. It is not safe for either you or me.”

“I realise this and I’m hardly going to announce that online. No one would believe me anyway. Everyone would think I was joking, or had gone crazy.”  I replied.

“Not everyone.” She sighed. ‘If you go to the door in opposite side of the hallway you will find my study. The laptop is there.”

“Thanks.” I said.

I went upstairs to her study. There was an old oak desk in the far wall. Around the room there were more bookshelves full of old books. On the wall facing the door was a sword mounted on the wall. It looked like an antique and was surprisingly long. The laptop which sat on the desk seemed incongruous to everything else that was there. It was on top of some papers written with a spidery hand in a language I didn’t know. I took the laptop downstairs.  As I switched it on Astrid got up and took it from me. She pressed a few keys and then set it down in front of me again.

“All ready to use.” She said.

She headed back to her chair. I went on to my usual sites to see there were few notifications and resisted the urge to put up the status: “Dating a Vampire”. I also did a search on vampires. Most of the articles I found assumed vampires were mythical creatures, a few suggested they could exist, but these were written by people who appeared to be cranks. I suppose if I wrote an article on my experiences so far, people would think I was batshit crazy too, or making it up for attention. Even if Astrid hadn’t warned me, I wouldn’t have said anything anyway.

I wondered what else I could do.  I didn’t want to handle her records, and I was a bit scared to touch anything in case it was something she didn’t want me to look at. In the end I went upstairs and laid on her bed watching the light flickering on the leaves of the trees outside as they swayed in the light wind.

“Hey sleepyhead.” I heard as Astrid gently rocked me awake. I must have fallen asleep. “I thought we should go now.” I sat up and rubbed my eyes yawning.

I stood up but was unsteady on my feet and managed to fall into Astrid’s waiting arms. She grabbed hold of me and then carried me down the stairs. She set me down on the couch and then walked into the dining room leaving me to wake up more fully. I heard her clattering around in the kitchen. I thought about seeing if she needed any help but then she came back into the lounge carrying a large wicker picnic basket.

“Do you need me to carry you the short distance to the car or do you think you can manage that yourself?” she asked rather sarcastically.

“I think I can manage that.” I replied.

“If you fall over I can drag you the rest of the way.” She said smiling.

She opened the door and waited for me to leave the house first. It was the first time in two days I was outside, not including the time I was in her garden. Astrid unlocked the car and then put the basket in the boot. I climbed in and put the seat belt on. Once she got in we drove off down the long driveway.

“You know for a vampire lair your place is pretty nice. I thought they were meant to be dark and have a crypt with coffins and cobwebs everywhere.” I said.

“Ha! You’re funny.” She said without laughing.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we drove down the road.

“I thought we could drive off into the country and find somewhere to have a picnic. Then I’ll take you home.” She replied.

As she drove I found I was drifting off to sleep again. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I wasn’t usually this tired. I lightly dozed and felt Astrid put her hand on my leg. I awoke with a start, the car had stopped and we were at a park. Astrid was outside and had opened the boot to retrieve the picnic basket. She came round to my side and opened my door.

“Come on Melissa you can collapse in the shade over by those trees there.” She suggested.

I staggered out of the car and followed Astrid who was ahead of me carrying the basket and what looked to be a blanket in her other arm. Once we got to the shady area she arranged the blanket so it was against some trees. She plonked the basket down on the blanket. I sat down with my back using a tree for support. She produced some sandwiches out of the basket. They were roast beef with salad. She poured me some fruit juice and also some coffee out of a flask. I quickly devoured the sandwiches as I was ravenous. Astrid sat next to me watching me eat and playing with my hair. She was dressed in a grey sweater and white trousers and short black boots that had high heels.

“You haven’t brought anything for yourself?” I asked her.

“I don’t need anything right now.” She replied.

“You’ve got such nice clothes.” I said looking at her grey sweater. She also wore a long golden necklace and had some rings on her fingers that looked rather old. “You must hate what I wear.”

“I don’t care what you wear, but if you want to wear nicer clothing I can help you with that.” She offered.

“Thanks.” I said to her. “Do any vampires actually sleep in coffins?” Astrid laughed.

“Yes some do.”

“You don’t seem to need sleep.” I stated.

“I do need rest, just not as much as you do.”

“I don’t know why I’m so sleepy at the moment. I’m not usually this tired.” I said hoping she might shed some light on why I was feeling like this.

“You’re getting over the last few days. You’ve had a shock to the system. We also had sex for most of the last night.” She told me. “And also your body is getting used to having my blood in your system.”

That last comment was a surprise for me. I had noticed all my senses were a lot sharper now. Food had more intricate flavours, I could hear sounds from things further away, and I could see in the dark a lot better.

“Oh.” I said feeling slightly concerned.

“Try not to think about it.” She said as she put her arms around me.

The next thing I knew our lips met. She pinned me against the tree trunk and gave me a long forceful kiss. Her mouth moved down to my neck and as she kissed and nibbled on my skin with her teeth I began to feel even more turned on. Time seemed to stand still as I waited for her to bite and start feeding on me, but instead she moved her mouth back up to mine. We kissed for a short while and then she broke off; she gave me a kiss on the forehead and then held me in her arms.

“Do you want to feed on me?” I asked her. She pulled away from me slightly and looked into my eyes. Her bright green eyes seemed to be sizing me up.

“Yes I want to feed on you.” She replied. “I’m a vampire and you’re full of warm delicious blood. Of course I want to feed on you, but I don’t need to right now.”

“Okay.” I said not sure what to think. “All I can say is that when you were nibbling on my neck and I thought you were going to bite me I felt really turned on.”

“I know.” She answered.

“What does that say about me? Is it normal?” I asked her. She brushed the hair out of my face and gave me a warm smile.

“It might say a lot of things. I wouldn’t analyse it too much at this stage if I were you.”

She got me to lie down with my head resting in her lap as she stroked my hair again. I was beginning to feel drowsy again. The sun was out but there was a cool breeze. I listened to it ruffle the grass around us and the leaves in the treetops overhead.

“I think I love you.” I confessed to her.

“I love you too.” She replied looking down into my eyes.

“I know we’ve only really just met, but I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.” Astrid smiled at these words.

“I know what you mean.” She softly whispered to me. I felt myself drift off again.


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My Life In Darkness, part 13 (fiction)



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13. In The Garden 


I was in a wooden house. There was a low ceiling and the room seemed quite long. I grabbed a bucket and went outside to get some water. There was snow on the ground and I was immediately confronted with four men standing there, as though they were waiting for me. The one in front had light-brown long hair and a beard.

“Excuse me Ingirid, but we have need of your help.” he said. I looked at them as they got nearer.

“What do you need?” I asked unsure of their intentions.

Without warning they quickly approached me and grabbed me forcefully. I began to scream but one of them stuffed something in my mouth and another hastily tied my hands together behind me. They dragged me inside and while I tried to scream, no sound came out of my mouth. I was taken to the centre of the room and there they began ripping off my clothing. I tried resisting but was powerless to stop them…

I awoke and it was dark. In the blackness I could see a form approach the bed with two eyes glowing faintly. I stared at the eyes unable to move. They sat down beside me.

“Hey sweetie, why are you awake?” Astrid asked gently. I shivered.

“I had a nightmare.” I replied.

“You poor thing.” She said gently rubbing my back through the blankets. She kissed me on forehead, and then slid into the bed beside me. She wrapped her cold arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, and then the neck. “Now go back to sleep.” She whispered into my ear. I remembered nothing more.


When I awoke again it was morning. I was alone in the bed. I felt stiff and sore from the evening before. I heard piano music playing from down below. I hobbled slowly out of bed. In the shower I kept thinking about Astrid and me and the night before. I had had sex with a vampire. Multiple times.  I also thought about her and Ingirid and the dream I had. The account from Astrid about what happened to her lover was so horrifying I was at a loss to comprehend how terrible it must have been for her. I wondered if the same thing had happened to me would I have willingly been turned into a vampire to get revenge? Would I ever be willing to sacrifice my humanity? What would have to happen for me to decide to go down that path? I then pondered the dream. Did I dream it because of Astrid’s story? The dream seemed so real it was as though I was there, as though it had actually happened to me. I tried to clear it from my mind.

When I came down the stairs I could see a record was playing and Astrid sitting on the couch. I didn’t know what the music was, but she seemed so entranced by it as she listened. Her green eyes had a faraway look in them. She turned and saw me. For an instant it was like she was looking straight through me, and I felt like I was nothing, something insubstantial and unimportant. She unexpectedly smiled.

“So you’re finally up then after having those nasty nightmares yeh?”

“Yep” I replied. “I heard the music playing.”

“It’s Beethoven. One of the piano sonatas of his I quite like listening to.”

“Did you ever meet him?” I asked.

“Just because I’ve been alive a long time, it doesn’t mean I’ve met every famous person in history. So no, I never met him. From what I’ve heard he wasn’t an easy person to like, though he wrote great music.”

“Do you like modern music?” Astrid sighed when I asked her this.

“In a way it’s all modern music to me. I like jazz, but rock music not so much. Though there are some interesting contemporary composers.” She said with a smile. “Anyway you must be hungry. There is some breakfast for you in the kitchen.” She stood up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. She then grabbed hold of my hand and led me to the kitchen. I followed.

When I sat down at the table I was presented with a bowl of cereal. She added some fresh berries and then spooned in some plain yogurt. She also placed some fruit juice and a cup of coffee next to me.

“No bacon this time?” I asked mournfully, pouting my lips as though I was sad.

“I think it would be good if you ate something more healthy today. You can’t eat bacon all the time.” She stated.

“Gee thanks for looking out for me.” I said sarcastically.

Astrid went to the fridge and got out a blood bag and filled a cup with blood. After placing it in the microwave and waiting for the blood to warm up she watched while I ate my breakfast with little enthusiasm. At least the coffee was good.

“You need to develop more sophisticated tastes. Eating so much fried food is not good for you in the long term.” Astrid stated while watching me.

“It’s what everyone else here eats.” I replied stubbornly. Astrid just shook her head and smiled to herself.

Astrid started drinking the blood once it was warm enough. I could see her fangs were out and there was blood on her lower lip. Once she finished she went out the back door into the garden leaving me by myself. Once I had enough I got up and rinsed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. Astrid’s cup was sitting on the bench with some congealed blood in it. I decided not to touch it and joined Astrid outside. She was sitting in a garden chair in the shade of some trees and bushes. She had dark glasses on and was reading what looked to be a very old book. I sat in a chair that was in the sun. She looked up at me briefly and then continued reading.

“Have I upset you in some way?” I asked her. She looked up at me again and put her book down on the small stone table by the chair.

“No, I just wish you looked after yourself better.”

“If I ever do upset you please let me know.” I said. She raised her eyebrows at me again.

“Believe me if I’m ever upset with you, you will know about it.” She stated coldly.

“Okay.” I knew she was right.

“Actually we do need to have a talk. I’ve decided I need to feed on you on regularly.” Astrid announced.

“Why?” I asked surprised.

“Because after I have consumed your blood it creates a psychic link between us. It helps me know where to locate you if I need to.” She informed me. “And also how you are physically. It will help me keep an eye on you.”

“Can’t you just text me if you need to know these things?” I replied. I wasn’t happy with this announcement from her.

“And you’re also going to have to be fed my blood occasionally as well.” She added ignoring my question.

“What?” I asked unbelievably.

“It’s a precaution. Just in case something unexpected happens to you.”

“A precaution? Is there something I should know? Am I in danger?” The prospect of being fed her blood on a regular basis made me feel sick. Am I danger I asked the vampire only a few feet away from me. The irony hadn’t escaped me.

“No, you’re not in any danger, but I still think it’s necessary. You have fed on my blood before, so it won’t be anything new.”

“Yes I remember. It seemed to heal the wound on my arm quickly.”

“I wasn’t sure if you remembered. You weren’t in great condition at that point. But yes, vampire blood has curative properties which is why I fed it to you then.”

“Alright.” I reluctantly agreed, though not pleased about it. I knew I didn’t really have a choice anyway.


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My Life In Darkness, part 12 (fiction)


*Warning: This episode contains a sex scene*


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12. Nighttime


“I thought you could wear this dress for the evening. We’re around the same size so it should fit.”

“That looks beautiful.” I said, though I thought it was far too nice for me.

It looked expensive and certainly wasn’t my usual style. I had just had a shower. All I had on was my towel as my jeans and top were still in the bathroom. She handed me some clean underwear. I took them and put them on under my towel much to Astrid’s amusement.

“You’re so shy!” she exclaimed.

I removed the towel and put the bra on. I carefully picked the dress up, and Astrid came to my side and helped me put it on and then zipped the back of it up. The dress came down to my knees and showed what cleavage I had. It seemed to be made from some fine silky material. Astrid rummaged around in her cupboard and came back with some black sandals in her hands.

“Try these on.” She said, “I would give you some heels but I don’t want you falling down my stairs.” That made me laugh.

“Yeah I’m pretty much used to wearing sneakers.” I replied.

“You should have some nice clothes. All you seem to wear is jeans and t-shirts and maybe a flannel shirt.”

“I feel comfy in them” I replied defensively.

“You don’t have to keep announcing you’re a lesbian to everyone. We all know.” She said in a sarcastic but friendly tone. I just shrugged my shoulders. She made me sit on the bed as she combed my hair. She insisted I wear it out, rather than usually tied up in a ponytail. She then gave me an appraising look.

“You look so pretty.” She said. She then made me look at myself in the mirror. I did look pretty, like some beautiful woman. Though I wasn’t sure if it was me. I looked at the clock and noticed it was almost six pm. Where had the day gone?

“I hope you’re hungry. I’m making you a nice meal tonight.” Astrid announced.

“You don’t have to cook for me all the time. I am able to look after myself.” I said.

“But you’re my guest and it’s nice to cook for someone, as it’s not something I usually have to do.”

While I waited for dinner I checked up on my social media sites on Astrid’s laptop. Nothing much seemed to have happened since I last was online and my ex was still ignoring me. The smells coming from the kitchen made me hungrier. Sometime later Astrid appeared at the doorway looking pleased with herself.

“Dinner is served!” she announced. I followed her into the dining room to find she had set a place for me. She gestured for me to sit down. As soon as I did, she placed a soup bowl in front of me. She brought in a pot and ladled a red soup into the bowl. I looked at it suspiciously.

“It’s tomato soup. Did you think I’d made you blood soup yeh? Though maybe there is some blood in it and you’ll never know…” She said smiling and giving me a wink. She walked back into the kitchen. It was silky smooth and had a rich creamy tomato taste.

“You’re a good cook.” I said. “How come you know how to cook so well?” Astrid reappeared into the room with another bowl which she placed on the other side of the table.

“When you’re alive for several centuries you end up having hobbies. Besides you’re not the first human girlfriend I’ve had since becoming a vampire. I take an interest in what people like to eat.” She smiled. Her bowl also seemed to have a red soup. I told myself she was just having some tomato soup with me, but I knew it was probably wasn’t.

“How many girlfriends have you had?” I asked.

“Are you jealous?”

“No I was just wondering what happened to them all.” I replied.

“The human ones I eventually killed and drained of all their blood.” She replied before laughing out loud. “Actually some did became vampires themselves, and the others died of natural causes eventually. Usually I was no longer a part of their life by then.” She replied.

“Have you dated other vampires?” I asked, slightly disturbed by her humour.

“Yes. Some of those relationships went on for a long time, and some were very brief.”

“It must be tricky to make a relationship last over a hundred years.” I replied sarcastically. Astrid smiled and nodded her head.

“I think my problem is that my love for Ingirid has never gone away. None of them were like her. I let some relationships go on for a while, but in the end my heart was never in it.”

“Do you think you’ll have the same problem with me?”

“We shall see. You are different though. You’re more like Ingirid than you realise.” With that she got up and cleared our empty bowls away. Great she likes me because I remind her of her long dead lover, I thought.

Astrid came back in with a large plate. She then served roast beef, roast vegetables, some boiled peas and corn, and a thick gravy. She placed two metal goblets on the table and poured red wine into both of them.

“Cheers!” she said. We clinked the goblets together. I drank some of the wine, it was very dry but had a very rich berry taste.

“This is really amazing.” I said.

“Thank you.” She sipped some wine.

“What usually happens when humans and vampires start dating? Do the vampires feed on them? Do a lot of the humans become vampires themselves eventually?” I asked.

“Yes in most human and vampire relationships vampires feed on the their human lovers. It’s very hard to resist for us, especially being in bed or close proximity to someone who is nice and warm and full of blood. Biting and feeding happens, it also happens in sex play. As to whether the humans end up becoming vampires themselves, some do and some don’t. The ones that do become vampires are given a choice before they become one. Few are turned against their will.”

“But that does happen?” I asked intrigued. Astrid screwed up her face.

“It has been known to happen, but it is very rare.” I considered this. “Now stop asking questions and eat the delicious meal I have made for you!” She demanded. I went quiet and began eating.

Afterwards we relaxed on the couch listening to classical music. I didn’t ask what it was. We sat there in each other’s arms, not really talking that much. I was stuffed full of food. Astrid initially tried to smooth my hair, and then she started giving me gentle back rubs, which are one of my weaknesses. She started gently in my upper back around the centre along the spine. Her hand would do small circular motions and go outwards from the spine across my shoulders and then go back, each time going a little lower until she got down to the small of my back. I felt very relaxed, though slightly bloated.

“Are you trying to make me fat?” I asked.

“Yes I’m going to fatten you up and feed you to the werewolves.” She replied.

“Are there werewolves too?” I turned around to look at her, but Astrid just laughed and gave me a soft hug. “I should go and do the dishes.” I said.

“We’ll do them in the morning.”

Astrid kissed me on the neck. I turned around and she trailed kisses all the way up my neck, finishing on my mouth. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.  She scooped me up in her arms effortlessly carrying me upstairs to the bedroom. It had been a while and I could feel myself getting wet. She flung me onto the bed and then followed me onto it.

She unzipped my dress and slid it off. I removed her top pushing it over her head. She removed my sandals and then kicked off her own footwear and then removed my bra while I removed hers. She kissed my breasts and slowly her mouth moved down. She removed my underwear and I was now completely naked in front of her. She then dispensed with her own and I spread my legs out as she went down on me. I felt her cool breath on my genitals. She began kissing and licking my vulva and then put her long cool fingers in me, moving them in and out until I began to climax. I tried to hold the build-up, but I moaned as the orgasm exploded within me. Waves of pleasure spread through my body. I relaxed a bit and caught my breath and then began to eat her out. She didn’t have much of an odour or taste and her genitals were rather cool, but that didn’t deter me as I continued until she was breathing heavily.

We lay there briefly and then began again. I had almost forgotten what it was like. That night I lost count how many times I climaxed with her. Eventually we lay on the sheets together in an exhausted sticky mess. I was covered in sweat and Astrid’s cool body against mine felt good. She put her arms round me and we spooned until sleep took me.


Author’s note: One of my flatmates had a party last night and seems to be of the belief that the party doesn’t just stop after one night, but continues on until the next day. As my bedroom is right above the lounge I’m a bit sleep deprived and I’m hoping this edit is okay.

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My Life In Darkness, part 11 (fiction)



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11. The Story of Astrid and Ingirid


“Ingirid and I grew up together in the same area. Our families had farms near each other. We were childhood friends and then in our teens we fell in love. We were around seventeen when we made a tryst together, to be with one another for the rest of our days. Eventually we built a house together on some land near my family’s farm. I was a hunter and a warrior and would often go on raids with others.”

“Raids?” I asked surprised.

“Yes it was different times.” Astrid explained.

“Like villages?”

“Possibly. Everyone regarded Ingirid as a witch, well that’s what the others called her. She was in fact a sorceress, though I was the only one that knew that, or so I thought.”

“There’s a difference?” I asked.

“I’ll explain the differences some other time. Unbeknownst to either of us there was a plan by my family and others to marry me off to a man living nearby, but they saw Ingirid as a stumbling block. Though she was very beautiful, having a reputation as a witch meant that no one particularly wanted to have dealings with her. It annoyed some that Ingirid and I were living together. So it was decided to get rid of her. I was away on a raid at the time when they chose to attack her. I don’t know how they did it. They must have surprised her. Whatever they did, they were lucky. She could have destroyed them. Several men attacked her. They ended up raping and then butchering her…” There was pain in Astrid’s face and in her voice when she said this. Her voice broke off and she looked like she was going to cry.

“I’m so sorry.” I said.

“When I came home and found her dead body in the house we had made together it destroyed me. She was lying there in a pool of her own blood. There was also blood smeared over the walls. She had been left there for several days. I just saw her body and collapsed onto the ground beside her. I cried and wailed for what seemed forever. I considered joining her in death, and maybe I should have. Eventually I learned her murderers had fled as soon as I had returned fearing retribution. I asked everyone nearby to help me bury her, but they were too afraid to help. Not even either of our families came to my aid. So I resolved to bury her myself. It was dusk and I was digging a hole when I heard horses. There above me was a man I knew to be a jarl from further away. He and his men were known to only to appear when it was dark, and they were greatly feared by everyone. At that point due to my grief I no longer felt any fear. If he and his men were here to finish me off then I didn’t care anymore. The jarl got off his horse and came towards me. He saw my distress.

“I am sorry for what has happened.” He said.  “Ingirid was unique and it”s terrible she has been murdered.”

He then commanded his men to dismount and help me bury her body. After she was buried he said a few words over her grave, as did I.

“What do you want?” He then asked me.

“I want blood vengeance on the ones that murdered Ingirid, and I desperately wish to see her again.” I replied still crying.

“The ones who murdered Ingirid have fled fearing vengeance from you. I could help you with finding them.” He offered. He then said something else which I won’t repeat for now.

To my surprise he sprouted fangs and then bit his wrist so blood flowed freely. He offered up his wrist to me and told me to drink as this was my path to retribution. In my grief I was looking for any means necessary to get my vengeance, so I reluctantly did as he commanded. After I drank his blood he took my head in his hands and snapped my neck and it all went dark. I awoke days later in the darkness of his hall with the jarl and his housecarls standing around me.

“Blood will provide your sustenance from now on, as it does for me. You will now never grow old or die.” I was told.

“Why couldn’t you have done this for Ingirid too?” I asked him.

“She was dead. Her spirit has already passed on and is beyond my aid. She cannot be brought back by any means I have.” He explained.

All I felt after I awoke was a deep craving. I was given a lot of warm blood to feed on as my hunger seemed insatiable and then later we saddled our horses and began the hunt for Ingirid’s murderers. I was surprised by how much I could see in the dark. I knew it was night but I could still pick out every detail around me.

After several nights of riding through snow and forests we found a couple of them camped in a dell. I silently crept up on them in the dark and slaughtered them and then feasted on their blood.” She said looking at me darkly. “The hunt for the remaining murderers took longer, but I eventually found them and they met the same fate as the others.”

“So all your sustenance has come from blood since then?” I asked.

“Blood is the life.” She responded.

“Are you finished with slaughtering people?” I asked in trepidation.

“That was a long time ago and I was grieving and angry. When you are turned and wake up as a vampire you feel invincible and things like human laws, or even natural laws, don’t seem to apply to you anymore. Though in the end we are answerable for our actions, you just don’t realise it at the time.” I pondered that statement from her. “I thought I was doing the right thing in my mind to honour Ingirid. Part of it was guilt that I wasn’t there to help her when she was attacked; that I had left her defenceless on her own. The longer you go on the more regrets and feelings of guilt you have. You may live forever as a vampire but the burden of time hangs more heavier on us all as we continue.”

“So how long have you been alive, or undead, I’m sorry I don’t know what term to use.” Astrid gave me a quick smile.

“I don’t know my age precisely, after living through the long centuries your age becomes irrelevant, but I still remember our raids to the British Isles and what is now France quite clearly. ”

“That’s a long time… Wait! You were a Viking?”I asked incredulously.

“Yes.” She said with a bemused expression.

“So you’ve lived through so much. The Crusades, the Black Death, the Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the Industrial Revolution, all the wars…”

“Yes I’ve seen some incredible things, and I’ve seen some very dark times as well. Human progress has been interesting to watch from the sidelines.”

“So you’ve lived through the ages, traveled around the world and ended up here in Lawrence of all places, with me?” Astrid laughed.

“When you put it like that…” She grabbed me close again and kissed me on the lips again. “Don’t worry you are safe with me.”

“I know I should be very frightened of you and maybe I should be running out the door screaming. But there’s another part of me that feels attached to you, like we’re connected in some way and I don’t want to lose that.” Astrid nodded gravely when I said this. “I know you’ve done some very dark and terrible things, but if I was in your position maybe I would have done the same. It’s difficult to know.” Astrid hugged me.

“I’m sorry.” She said to me.

“Okay.” I replied, not totally sure what she was apologising for.


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My Life In Darkness, part ten (fiction)



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10. Questions


We both sat in the living room. It was now early afternoon and it was sunny outside. You could hear a breeze stirring the leaves of a nearby tree over the soft sounds of the jazz playing on Astrid’s stereo. I sat in apprehension knowing we were about to have a difficult, and possibly quite scary, discussion. Astrid looked at me.

“Now is the time to ask me any questions you may have.” she said. I stayed quiet for a while thinking about what I wanted to know.

“So how many other vampires are there?” I asked.

“A lot more than people realise. I wouldn’t have any idea of actual numbers, but it would surprise you I’m sure. Many of us live among you and people often have a lot of dealings with vampires and are simply unaware. It helps that no one seriously believes we exist, except for a few.” She stated.

“A few?”

“Some are like you, either in a relationship or have some strong connection to a vampire in their life, but there are also hunters.” Astrid revealed.


“People who know we exist and don’t like us. They try to hunt us down and kill us, which is one reason why we hide and tell few people about what we are.”

“Are vampires easy to kill?” Astrid gave out a short laugh.

“No. We can be exceedingly difficult to get rid of. Some hunters know of ways, but one way to kill an individual vampire may not actually kill another one. It often depends on the age of us. Younger vampires are easy to destroy, but older ones are a lot more powerful and hard to take on.”

“And how old are you?” I asked.

“Let’s just say I’m not young in terms of being a human or a vampire.” She revealed. There was a moment of silence as I pondered her words. There was another thing I wanted to know.

“Why did you take me all that way into the wilderness to tell me you’re a vampire? Can’t you have done it somewhere closer to home?” I asked her.

“Because I suspected you would run when I told you. I wanted to give you space where you could run, but I could still retrieve you once you were out of energy. The trouble with here is that you would have gone screaming out into the street, possibly endangering yourself or bringing other people into it, which would have been trickier to resolve.”

“Would you really have left me out there to die?” This was something I had been wondering since I woke up.

“No. I would have waited for you to pass out and then brought you back, but it would have made things more difficult as I wanted you to come back with me willingly.” She said.

“You have to be invited into someone’s house don’t you?”


“What happens if you’re not invited?” I asked.

“Then I can’t physically enter the house. It has to be a residence that people are living in so it doesn’t count for shops, or restaurants, or anything like that.”

“How does that work? I mean, why does that happen? Who made up the rules?” I asked. Astrid shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t really know. I’ve been alive for a long time, but I’ve never found out exactly. It’s just the way it is. It’s something to do with a space being inhabited by the living which the unwelcome cannot enter.” She answered. “A lot of rules are created by a type of magic, for want of a better word, that seem to hold sway in this world. It does help protect a lot of people, but there are ways around it. I think when vampires first appeared limits were put on our power to help protect others, the ones we might hunt, and those limits still hold true today.”

“How did vampires first appear?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” She admitted. “I have heard a few rumours over the years, but they didn’t make much sense to me.”

“You said there were other ways around entering other people’s homes?”

“Yes. One way is you can charm them to let you enter their house, but that doesn’t always work.” I raised my eyebrows when she said this. It did seem rather obvious.

“Can you turn into a bat?” I asked. Astrid laughed.

“That would be useful, but no. Nor can I turn into a wolf, or some mist.” She stated.

“How come you can eat other things? You ate some of my burger, and I’ve also seen you drink coffee and wine?”

”Stimulants like caffeine and alcohol still affect me in some way, though not as noticeably as with you non-vampires. I can eat food; it’s just that it doesn’t do anything for me. I don’t get any sustenance from it. After being alive for a while you just lose interest in food as there is no reason to eat it.” She answered.

“Are you repulsed by garlic?” Astrid sighed and lay back in the couch.

“When you’re a vampire your senses get more acute and sensitive. Garlic has quite a strong smell and taste, especially if you are a vampire. Some vampires don’t like it. It doesn’t bother me really.” She got up to turn the record over.

“What about crucifixes or holy water?” I asked. Astrid shook her head.

“No effect.” She replied switching the record player on.

She returned to the couch and sat right against me. She threw her arms around me and the next thing I knew I was being hugged tightly. Then we kissed. Again it was a deep kiss, her cold tongue probing the innermost reaches of my mouth. I never really knew what to do with my tongue in these moments. I usually just reciprocated and moved my tongue around their mouth as well. We continued kissing for a few minutes and then she broke off, but continued hugging me.

“Mmm, you are so lovely and warm.” She said.

“Why did you feed off me the other night?” I asked her wanting an explanation. She pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes.

“I wanted to know what you tasted like. I ended up drinking too much of your blood which is why you felt quite weak the next day and I’m sorry for that. Your blood has an odd tingly taste, which isn’t normal.”

“My blood tastes different?”

“Yes but I can’t tell you why.” She replied.

“Can’t or won’t?” I asked accusingly. She just looked away.

“Sorry I just can’t.” Her voice trailed away. She wasn’t going to tell me, so I dropped it.

“What did you give me in the car; you know that stuff in the metal flask?”

“It was a concoction of vampire blood and some other… things.”

“I remember it sharpened my senses for a bit.”

“Yes it would.”

“How did you become a vampire?” I finally asked. Astrid sighed again.

“Well that’s tied up with what happened to my first girlfriend. I can tell you the whole story if you want.” She replied. I sat up intrigued.

“Yes I would love to hear how it all happened.” I said a bit over-enthusiastically.

“It’s not a nice story or a happy one. Just thought I would warn you first.” She cautioned. I nodded in acknowledgement.

“Okay.” I replied.

“Well it’s a long story but I’ll try to be as brief as I can.” She disconnected from me and moved away, but continued looking into my eyes. And then she began her tale…


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My Life In Darkness, part nine (fiction)


My Life In Darkness


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9. Astrid’s House


When I awoke the next morning I hoped the previous night had only been a bad dream, but as I opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar room everything that happened the night before came flooding back in one horrifying moment. Even with the sun streaming through the windows the prospect that I was in a house belonging to a vampire, and that vampire happened to be in love with me, seemed as scary as it had in the dark of last night. I slowly rose out of bed. I was still tired, but there seemed to be few aches and pains anywhere. There was a scar on my left forearm from where I had unknowingly bashed it. It was still sore to the touch, but it was healing. On the dresser my clothes were clean and dry and neatly stacked.  I looked out the window and deduced we were somewhere in the outskirts of Lawrence. I tried opening the window but it was locked. I got dressed and cautiously opened the door with my heart beating wildly.  I could hear movement below and could smell bacon frying. I went down the polished wooden stairs which opened up into a living area.

The chairs and couches were all red leather. There were a few bookcases loaded with books, some were leather bound volumes that looked rather old. Some of the titles were in Latin, others in languages I didn’t recognise. A wooden coffee table sat near the couch. The book Astrid had bought a few days ago was sitting there. There was a stereo across from the chairs. It had a record player and the shelves next to it were crammed full of vinyl records. There were also several artworks depicting landscapes on the walls usually mountains and snow-filled plains. I had no idea who the artists were or where the scenes were from. To the right the room went to what I presumed was the front door. To the left there was another door which opened into a dining room. A large table was in the middle of the room. Six chairs were seated around it. The table looked like it was an antique and was dark stained wood. There was another door in the opposite wall where the sounds were coming from, and the smell of bacon. When I opened it I was in the kitchen. There was Astrid in front of the oven frying up food as if nothing had happened. As soon as I came into the room Astrid turned round and smiled at me.

“Good morning sleepyhead. I thought you might sleep the morning away. You must be hungry yeh?” she asked. I nodded. “I went and got you some food this morning so you would have something to eat. It’s good that I decided to keep the oven. I suppose the smell of the food woke you up?”

“Can I help?” I asked.

“No. Go and sit at the table over there and I’ll be there shortly.” There was a smaller table in the kitchen with a couple chairs facing each other. On side against the wall there was a knife and fork placed. Not long after I sat down Astrid came over with a large plate and set it down in front of me. There were fried eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, and toast.

“So are you trying to kill me?” I joked.

“Yes through high cholesterol and heart disease. It should only take a few decades.” She sat down facing me.

“You said you got the food this morning. I thought vampires didn’t like the sunlight.”

“Don’t believe everything you read or watch. I have been a vampire for a long time. The longer we live the stronger we become. At most my strength is reduced in the sunlight, though I would rather not stand in the sun for too long.” She answered.

“What happens if you do?”

“I eventually burn.”

“Well so do I.” I replied.

“Yes.” She replied. “But it would be quicker for me. If I’m careful it is no problem.”

“What else do people get wrong about vampires?” I asked.

“Lots of things, but you should be eating. You must be hungry. Now isn’t the time for questions. We have all day for that.” I followed her advice and began eating. I hadn’t realised how hungry I was until I began demolishing the food on the plate before me. She got up and produced some fruit juice from out of the fridge. She poured it into the glass in front of me.

“I thought I would get you something that was healthy.” She said smiling. She walked back to the fridge and put the juice away. She brought out something else from the fridge. It was a blood bag. She poured some of it into a tall glass and then put it in the microwave.

“Are you going to drink that in front of me?” I asked looking doubtfully at the blood.

“Well I have to feed as well. This is something you’re going to have to get used to my sweet.” When it was presumably the right temperature for her she sat down again facing me, slowly drinking from the glass. I tried to look away as it made me feel nauseous. I noticed as she fed, it brought her fangs out again. Even in the daylight the horror of the situation I had stumbled into was frightening. I tried to not let it show. Was it possible that sometime in the future I would be sitting here eating my meal and Astrid would be there drinking human blood in front of me and I would just think of it as a normal everyday thing? Could I ever do that I wondered? I put down my knife and fork and looked at her.

“What are your plans for me?’ I asked. She shot me a puzzled look.

“What do you mean?” she asked still drinking the blood.

“Are you going to kill me? Are you going to turn me into a vampire? Or do you just see me as a walking blood bag?” I asked. She put down the glass in front of her and looked at me seriously.

“I have no intention to kill you. I only want to love you and for you to love me. I might feed from you occasionally, but I see you as a person, not as food. As to being turned, I don’t know. In the future we may get to that juncture. But if you are turned it will only happen with your consent.” She stated.

After we both finished our meals Astrid told me to wait for her in the living room while she made me coffee. I sat down on the couch and while I waited looked through the photography book. She turned up with a coffee pot and a cup for me. She went to the record player and put on a record of soft jazz for background music.

“You never got into CD’s then?” I asked.

“I have a few, but I prefer the sound of records. I think the CD sound is a bit too clinical and precise.” She answered as she sat down beside me.

“I don’t really notice the difference.”

“Oh one thing.” She said as she handed me my phone. “You had it on you when you fell into the mud. I think it got too wet. I’ve tried to get it working but I think it is far too damaged. I’ll buy you a new one.” I put the phone on the table.

“I hope no one has tried to get in touch with me.” I said. As I went through phones rather regularly it wasn’t much of an issue for me. Not that I told her that. For some reason electronic items tended to have a short life span around me. I no longer bothered having a television after I went through three of them the previous year.

“I think you still need time to recuperate, so I want you to stay here. Today can be for resting and talking. Tomorrow I’ll take you home.” She told me. I suspected if I tried to leave I would be prevented, so I nodded my head in agreement knowing there was nothing I could do. I was effectively her prisoner and could only leave when she let me.


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