

Back To My BeginningMy Dark Sire: The BeginningBack To My Beginning
I awoke and cried
I was still alive, yes still alive Please this day may I die I am still alive Waking memories make me want to lie Not rise from my crypt not even try Should have woke and kissed the sun Let this horrible existence be done Should have ended it after night flew Should have ended it after I met you Translucent arms were those that held me close Guess my dreams conjured a ghost For me to see
Someone I wanted you to be Someone murder me Murder me in my sleep My cross to bare Find


The Hunted AgainThe Hunted Again: Diary of Claudia Delacourt Page 7 The Hunted Again: Diary of Claudia DelacourtThe Hunted Again
Silent though the night spoke, tension wrought hazily through the evening air. A mist covered the cemetery where I had just woken from my slumber. Shadows silhouetted by the moon on each burial plot. A presence filled the air.
Something wasnt right
I felt like a fly cornered in a spider web. The surrounding shadows shifted slightly and drew near. I needed to make my escape; it was no longer safe here. Warily I moved along, myself a shadowy figure now in the gloom. Moving through the trees an


VampiresVampires.Vampires
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon, Birds start to sing their dawn chorus; The funeral march of vampires. That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep, Down within their graves, Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death, And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction, Picking flesh from their teeth, Smiling oh so smugly, As the humans don’t know what lies beneath. The sun reaches its high point in the sky, They are cramping up with blood lust, The wait is a
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