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!

There are many strange things in Transylvania;
Like wolves howling in the night,
Listen to them!
Children of the night! What sweet music they make!

Now is the trembling moment of our heart to heart dance between life
And death,
Which looms larger than life.
Together we will cross oceans of time embraced in that immortal kiss.

At dusk we will awake, like a bat together we will fly to quench our
Never ending thirst,
Seeking mortals from the villages and towns closeby,
We will drain the land of it's crimson soul,

November 8, 2007 (The Arctic Sounder / Alex DeMarban) -- Barrow residents are laughing off their latest brush with fame -- a vampire movie set in the Arctic city -- though many haven't seen it.

A collection of short stories submitted to VO over the years.  Note that the ratings for the stories within range from K through MA.