Emerging author, Raven Starr has been writing since she was 15 years old. In 2007, some of her poems are featured in When Times Moves On (Anchor Books), a new poetry anthology. She is also publishing her first novella, The Vampire's Embrace (TreePress.net) and a short e-book, Fantasy (Red Rose Publishing).

I sit here
naked
and welcome you to me
never before have I opened up
like I do to you
I feel your strength
flowing through my veins
my body trembles
relief rushes over me
crashing down on me
like a wave
yet
I want more
I can't get enough of you
I hunger
I thirst
for your sweet taste
your soft scent
you
your eyes
burn me
scorch me
pain
you promised
yet
I can't get enough of you
I never will
for the eternity
we are together
one

Es ereignete sich, daß, mitten unter den Zerstreuungen eines Winters in London, in den verschiedenen Gesellschaften der tonangebenden Vornehmen ein Edelmann erschien, der sich mehr durch seine Sonderbarkeiten, als durch seinen Rang auszeichnete. Er blickte auf die laute Fröhlichkeit um ihn her mit einer Miene, als könne er nicht an derselben teilnehmen. Nur das leichte Lachen der Schönen schien seine Aufmerksamkeit zu erregen, allein, es schien auch, als wenn ein Blick aus seinem Auge es plötzlich hemme und Furcht in die vorher heitere und unbefangene Brust der Fröhlichen streue.

Within Chestnut Hill Cemetery in Newport, Rhode Island lies Mercy Brown, a young girl who died on Jan. 18, 1892. Her gravestone had been inscribed "Killed by Vampyres."

My melancholy mood quickly evaporated as I neared the Inn...something was different this night. It took all of 3 seconds to notice it. (Blame it on me being so wrapped up in my thoughts.) For the first time in so many months or years the Inn was not closed and most importantly, it was not empty.