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

Still lots more to come in this archived story.  More chapters will be added soon!

From the Jewish letters (lettres juives), letter 137 -- We have just had in this part of Hungary a scene of vampirism, which is duly attested by two officers of the tribunal of Belgrade, who went down to the places specified, and by an officer of the emperor's troops at Graditz, who was an ocular witness of the proceedings.

James Hume Nisbet (1849-1923), author and artist, was born on 8 August 1849 at Stirling, Scotland, son of James Nisbet, house-decorator, and his wife Jane, née Hume. He was educated in letters under Rev. Dr James Culross and in painting under the artist Sam Bough, R.S.A. Of a roving disposition, at 16 he went to Melbourne and found various jobs. About 1868 he spent a year playing small parts with Walter Montgomery and others at the Theatre Royal. He then wandered around eastern Australia, New Zealand and the South Sea Islands.

come to me
dirty
wounded
black and blue all over
let me lick
dry blood off your face
i need your lips - not your smile
enter me and
don't leave me
breathless
don't leave me
at all

nadja
Feb 15, 2002