for centuries I've searched
wandered the beaten path
been led astray..and for what?
Who would dare deny the vampire's immortal kiss?
a sacred embrace
I will hold the colour of your eyes when no other remembers your name
your legacy written in my heart

Scarlette Death
January 2, 2002

She creeps up on silent feet, whispering in my ear to ready myself once again, for the first time....

We've shared this embrace, my long lost lover. Your pale hands wrapped round my wrist to drag me to this sea of moonlight.

And as we float on the shade and shadow, the bottom falls from beneath us and we plummet into the blackness.

That cold encasing blackness that fires my soul.

Did you miss me as much as I missed you, my dark beauty?

Did you miss our dance beneath the bright moon, full and heavy, dripping with ice?

When it happens for the first time
its so real.
It becomes repetive and slow
the same.
Repeating will make you believe?
No.
I become wary. I become nervous.
I think
you are who
You say you are.

Answering lies with lies.
I lie too
Lying about
who you are...where you are...what you do...what you stand for
I do not appriciate lies
I do not appriciate repetition
I want real.
I want truth.
I know what I want.
And its not you.
Anymore.

Vivien

January 25, 2008 (The Sunday Times (Perth) / Todd Cardy) -- The two lesbians who murdered Stacey Mitchell kissed each other over the 16-year-old's lifeless body - and one is a 'vampire', the WA Supreme Court was told. One of the killers who blugeoned the schoolgirl for being annoying was part of a vampire sub-culture - and had been interested in drinking blood since she was 10.

Reginald's revelations were followed by a long silence, interrupted only by the officiousness of the waiter. The spell once broken, they exchanged a number of more or less irrelevant observations. Ethel's mind returned, again and again, to the word he had not spoken. He had said nothing of the immediate bearing of his monstrous power upon her own life and that of Ernest Fielding.