A collection of poetry and prose submitted to VO in 1996.

My enemy died today.
Left this Earth to better places.
I miss him.

He was the cause of fear, lessons,
and time being wasted in thoughts
of revenge.

He was memories invoked, to
cause me gratitude in my sorrow.
Now, silent.

He caused me to change. to grow.
I'd gnash my teeth to think he might
have known this.

He made me face myself, my demons,
and in my fear, my anger..my faith
bloomed in a way it could not have otherwise.

I am more enraged now that he is gone,

His dark hound chasing me
I could feel its cold breathe on my legs
those glowing red eyes
and those sharp white teeth
mounted in a mastiff's body.
I came in peace
and in seek of knowledge
I posed no threat to him or his kind
he sent his hound on me
for no apparent reason.
Rescued I was
by a tall dark stranger
the evil hound dead by his side
he saved my life
this wierd stranger.
Many years have past now
the year is of the nineteenth hundredth and eighty fourth

It seemed, indeed, as if work was to Ernest what the sting of pleasure is to the average human animal. The inter-play of his mental forces gave him the sensuous satisfaction of a woman's embrace. His eyes sparkled. His muscle tightened. The joy of creation was upon him.

Nancy Kilpatrick has published 60 short stories and (under a pseudonym) two erotic horror novels. A long-standing aficionado of the undead, she possesses one of the world's largest collections of vampire- related materials.