Daily Archives: Sunday, October 28, 2007


This stone is where we gathered every year for our ceremony.

The porcelain angel held the candles that were lit. We were ready. Our hands were clasped together. The chanting began in a slow rhythm.

“Ara ah doly my show”
“Ara ah doly my show”

The breeze started to accelerate. Our chanting began to get louder and faster.

ARA ah DOLY my show”
“Ara AH doly my SHOW

The wind became fierce. Leaves were soaring through the air and a warm rain began to pour down upon us. The others were alarmed and broke hands. I stood hastily and reached my arms out in hopes I could appeal to them.

“Stop! We’re doing it this time! We can have her here in just a few more minutes. Imagine the books written about what we done if we finish…come on don’t go.”

They were fleeing out of fear from what was happening. I could hear in the crowd one saying in a frightened voice.

“I never thought that would really happen. Enough of this crazy shit.”

Soon I was left alone standing at the stone. Eyeliner running down my cheeks and my hair drenched from rain. I sat down at the side of the stone with my arms propped on my knees. The wet leaves at my feet were the scenery, as my head didn’t lift.

Only moments had passed and there he was. His sparkling blue eyes and crimson lips there to lecture me I thought. He had appeared out of nowhere. I looked up at him with sullen eyes. I was disappointed about not being able to finish the summoning of Vialla. I knew that is what he wanted me to do. He knew I was only one who had the power from the mortal side to do what he wanted done. His name was Armani.

He placed his hand on my head as I looked to my feet sitting there. Even though it was cold blood that traveled through his veins his touch sent warmth through me. He turned me on with a simple touch. I wanted him to ravish me that very moment even though I knew he was very disappointed in me.

I slowly lifted my head letting my eyes fall upon his feet. I followed his leg with my eyes and a hunger grew in me as I reached his penis area. I reached up and placed each of my hands on each of his butt cheeks and pulled him into me.

“I hunger for you Armani.”

I bury my face into his pants attempting to grab the zipper with my teeth. Something else was in control now. It was the lust in me I had for Armani. It took over my entire body. I was soaked with rain and I wanted to be naked with him in that moment. My heart was racing. I was panting out of excitement. I could only think thoughts of having him in that cemetery at that stone. There was something erotic about that. I no longer wanted him in dreams or in thoughts of fantasy. I needed him in the physical pleasure. I couldn’t wait any longer.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me away from his genital area. I am now on my knees with my back arched looking up at him. His voice is deep as he speaks.

“I need something more then this from you Cambiel. You willing to give me that? Something I wanted from the returning Vialla”

The veins in his neck now pulsing out as he held me back. My hands clenching his waist. He has my mouth watering.

“I will give you anything you desire Armani right here, right now.”

I see his fangs emerge and glisten in the moonlight. Forcefully he lifts me in one swift movement to my feet. With my back arched and my neck exposed he pulls me to his mouth. He slowly smells my neck and gives me soft kisses below my ear and I lean my neck into his mouth closer wanting him to take me.

I let out a passionate moan as I rip his shirt open. I feel his fangs sink into my jugular vein.


(part three coming soon….)


It was October 31st, 1999. I had a feeling. My insides twisting, my flesh breaking out with beads of sweat, my eyes burning all because I knew he would come. I knew tonight was the night he would finally show himself to me. It wouldn’t be in a dream or in my thoughts of fantasy but in the pale flesh. A part of me yearned to see his face and gaze upon his figure. He was an angel; a dark angel and soon he would come for his dark love.

Some would be frightened over this upcoming event. I however was embracing it. He enticed me in dream. The erotic way he embraced me. His soft caress of his cool hands run down my spine begged me to stay slumbered in bed. The dreams always felt so vivid I wake wet in the panties.

He knows how isolated I am in the real world. He knows how society shuns people like me. He understands my anger, my doubts, my passions and my lust. The hour was coming and my anxiety was running high.

The night was young for me. The moon was full and luminous. I stood there on the patio waiting for him to show. He had come to me in the moonlight just as I thought he would. I waited patiently for him to come. They say a visit from a righteous angel is pleasant and serene. They say a visit from a dark angel is lonely, and full of anguish. I was about to find out if that held any truth.

The breeze was a soft one for his clothes barely moved in the moonlight. I stepped into him.

“I’ve waited patiently for you to come.”

He turned to me so his face now was at view. He was angelic. I stood there in awe at his beauty. His eyes glowed the brightest blue. They were mesmerizing. His hair was shoulder length and dark as coal. His lips a bright crimson illuminated from his pale face. He smelled like magnolias in the summertime.

He stood silent watching me as I circled around him slowly removing the cloak from the nape of his neck. I tossed the cloak over my arm and stood there admiring his tight buttocks. I wanted so badly to grope him.

“So what took you so long to come to me outside of the dream world?”

He said nothing still. He had a mournful feeling about him. I watched him now with more cautious eyes. He was not acting like the erotic lover I had met all the times in dream.

He placed his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. I felt him bulging and pulsing. His breath on my neck made me weak in my knees. His voice was deep and tempting.

“I need you to do something for me my love. Go to the graveyard like you do every year. Lead your people in the ceremony at the stone. Afterwards I will come to you all.”

I reached the graveyard, entered slowly. The grass was wet with dew and the air was cold and damp. The fog filled the midst of this place. I walked on slowly, passing stones that marked lives of those that once lived. I was now deep in the cemetery and had approached a stone that stood the tallest in this place. It was the stone where we would all meet. This is where we would have our ceremony. The stone was engraved and read:

Out of the fire I shout for my sins
I took many mortals darkness begins
I shall rise once more
To even the score
Mortals beware
Of my eternal stare
Lady Vialla Crystalline
6-6-06 to 10-31-56

A porcelain like angel stood six feet tall from the head of the grave. Her eyes were emerald green. We all heard tales about this woman and the life she lived. We all heard about the horror of what the town had done to her too. The libraries were full of books about this woman and the tales that were attached to her memory. She was cursed by many and worshipped by many.

Some say she lives on. Some believe she has rose from the grave and began a new life. She is most talked about as Halloween approaches. The rumor is she knew magic and used it often. Some say she worked miracles. According to the tales for many years she used her abilities to help the needy and rid the place of evil. That is until something terrible happened one Halloween night in the very same cemetery I stand in.

She was a vampire and was in love with a mortal the story goes. He begged her for many years to be sired so that they could be together forever. Many years had passed and she refused to do it until that night. He met her here in this cemetery. She embraced him and sunk her teeth into his neck. Young teens had stumbled onto her doing this sire. They went running into town and they called priests from their beds. They called all the adults from all around.

The entire town prepared themselves. They readied themselves with torches, holy water from the church, rope and wooden stakes. They were on a mission to kill Vialla, the evil witch. The tale says it ended with tragedy of course. Vialla had killed many from town and in the end she took her own life. She set herself on fire.

(to be continued….)