haven’t got a cross

March 30, 2020

‘You aren’t going to wave a cross at me?’

John shook his head. ‘No. I haven’t got a cross.’

The vampire seemed a little happier, for he ceased to tremble, though he continued to watch John with a wary eye.

‘You’re sure? Everyone I’ve met in the past hundred and fifty years has either waved a cross at me, or smothered me with garlic flowers, or – worst of all – tried to drive a stake through my heart. Everyone is rotten and mean – all because I have the misfortune to be a vampire.’

R. Chetwynd-Hayes
The Sad Vampire

Incredibly beautiful vampire

January 28, 2020

Yeah, sure, physically I’m here typing this. But in my head I’m dancing with this incredibly beautiful vampire in a ballroom full of glowing crystal. The music is Bartók, his Transylvanian Dances, of course.

crave fresh blood

October 27, 2019

Impurity springs from the patient sin of your hands. But you could care less. It is obvious in the brightness of your eyes and the faint tremor of those expectant lips. Tenderness bleeds away with the darkness. You crave fresh blood. And a single burning glance sends the wolf away in the night, howling for mercy from the cold, unforgiving moon.

P

Bites

September 1, 2019

Overwhelmed with desire
my kisses become bites
on your neck and shoulders –

Once it became acceptable to think of Dracula in terms of Victorian society’s most repressed and forbidden sexual fantasies, the question became one of whether these fantasies were heterosexual, homosexual or even bisexual. Every possible variation has been explored. Some have shone the spotlight on male desire, viewing Dracula as “the sexual fever-dream of a middle-class Victorian man, a frightened dialogue between demonism and desire” or as a novel obsessed with the definition of masculinity: “bestial male energy, here highly sexualized, is displaced onto the vampire”. In contrast, Christopher Craft argues that the conflict in Dracula is essentially homoerotic and is rooted in Dracula’s “unfulfilled sexual ambition to fuse with a male [Jonathan]. Always postponed and never directly enacted, this desire finds evasive fulfilment in an important series of heterosexual displacements”. Others have viewed sexuality in the novel in terms of late Victorian anxieties about degeneration, atavism, evolutionary theory, and reverse colonization.

Elizabeth Miller
Coitus interruptus: Sex, Bram Stoker, and Dracula

no sign of movement

February 26, 2019

The lips were as red as ever. But there was no sign of movement, no pulse, no breath, no beating of the heart.

Bram Stoker
Dracula

dream of vampires

February 9, 2019

The secret a close friend confided to me about her 59 year old grandmother:

“This is something gross for you to cherish. Me at age twelve staying at my gran’s in Portsmouth for the weekend. I’d gone to bed about eleven on Saturday night. Gran was downstairs with this neighbour, a guy from two doors down. He was younger than her. Maybe twenty years younger.

“Anyhow. I got up towards midnight and tiptoed downstairs for a glass of water. Through the partly open living room door I see gran and the neighbour on the sofa playing cards. All of a sudden, gran peels off her blouse exposing her breasts; she wasn’t wearing a bra. It happened so quickly too. It seemed surreal.

“He smiles at her and says, ‘Nice.’ Then he says, ‘Your pick-up.’ Gran takes a card; he takes a card. Gran stands and unzips her skirt.

“I realise they’re playing somekind of strip poker.

“I slip into the kitchen quiet as a mouse and get the water. Then it’s back to bed for me. But I can’t relax. I keep thinking about the game downstairs.

“Unable to overcome my curiosity, I go back downstairs. Gran and the neighbour were both nude. He sits on the sofa, she kneels between his spread legs. He has a hand resting on her bobbing head. And I can’t believe what she’s got in her mouth!

“He’s making these funny panting noises all the while. ‘Keep going,’ he says, ‘keep going.’ And then it’s like he’s having somekind of fit. His whole body shivering and shaking –

“I didn’t know what the hell was happening. It frightened me, I’ll tell you. I ran upstairs for the safety of my bed. Eventually I slept but I dreamt about vampires. Sucking blood from people. It was disgusting.

“Today I know the neighbour was cumming in gran’s mouth. But back then I thought he was dying, and that gran was sucking the life out of him. Gross, eh? Made me dream of vampires”

P

Midnight kiss

October 30, 2018

Feel her icy breath at midnight
turn blood warm
her fangs at your throat –

Two's company

The famous courtesan Clarimonde died recently, as the result of an orgy which lasted eight days and eight nights. It was something infernally magnificent. They revived the abominations of the feasts of Belshazzar and Cleopatra. Great God! what an age this is in which we live! The guests were served by swarthy slaves speaking an unknown tongue, who to my mind had every appearance of veritable demons; the livery of the meanest among them might have served as a gala-costume for an emperor. There have always been current some very strange stories concerning this Clarimonde, and all her lovers have come to a miserable or a violent end. It has been said that she was a ghoul, a female vampire; but I believe that she was Beelzebub in person.

Théophile Gautier
Clarimonde
Trans. Peedeel

A Vampiric’s Lust

March 4, 2018

eyes the colour of gold
there is a story that must be told
a passionate soul that is true
could i be the one for you?
within the darkness of night there is a secret i must hide
could you be the holder of my pride?
through the paleness of life,
you will never let me bring down my knife
with you buy my side i may never die
because i make you form a gentle sigh…
you tell me i have no strife
but what is the point of immortality if you deny yourself the simple pleasures in life
the immortality i declare is not the answer so beware

Aubrey Silver