Set my mentor, Egyptian God of evil and darkness,
Has given me the dark gift,
A prisoner of the night am I,
A rich Dacian merchant in ancient Rome,
It was there that I met my fair Olivia.

In the early hours of twilight she emerged from the Coliseum,
More beautiful than a Carpathian rose that blooms in the early Spring,
Her essence, naive, sweet and pure,
I looked into her eyes,
Suddenly I was aware,
That it was only for her that my heart did beat!

For centuries the joy of love had evaded me!

When two hearts meet
That were destined to be,
It is simply reality,
Colliding with fantasy.
Souls that were joined
since before time began,
Having lived other life times,
Are awakened again.

Discovering each other,
Love envoking true passion,
Fires burning within them,
A lust unimagined.

Entangled with rapture,
The night stands still,
Sedated with pleasure,
Their life at last fulfilled...

CamilezaVamp
March 28, 2002

Before speculating on any specific pathogens capable of producing a condition akin to vampirism, I wish to post an old line of reasoning on how vampires manage to survive on a diet which contains so much water and so little else.

February 10, 2007 (David Watkinson / This Is Lancashire) - A teacher at a church high school is being investigated following complaints about her "lurid" gothic vampire websites. English and drama teacher Samantha Goldstone has agreed to stay away from St Christopher's C of E High School, Accrington, during the probe.

Devlin stepped into the hall, his footstep echoing down the hall as he moved swiftly. The voice was back. His silence gone after he had given the necklace away. It was the only thing that could keep her restless soul from tormenting him; reminding him of mistakes made long in the past. Even he the great reborn magi could not block her voice, and its sweet memories. She whispered in the back of his mind, telling him of his wrongs and protecting him from those that might end his existence; a cruel punishment he would not soon get out of.