The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

[a sidenote, I do a lot of writing, and sometimes get writers block- it happens to the best of us- and use a method I've called automatic writing. I put songs on, and just write what the songs say to me. Any spelling mistakes are rectified once I have finished writing, as I do not pause when I write- I just let it flow! Nothing is edited apart from these spelling mistakes. My characters always remain the same, as I have close links with these characters. I am in the process of writing a full novel based on these characters! The songs I am listening to is the Soundtrack to Queen of the Damned.]



I knew I would be back here. This warm, enticing atmosphere that I belonged to. I tried to tell myself that I didn't belong; that this wasn't for me- but I was only fooling myself. I felt at peace here. The music blared through the wall speakers, setting the beat that my footsteps took, changing the rhythm of my beating heart. The room was dark, soft whispers over the music of people talking in their groups, sat in corners, watching me as I walked to my destination.



The back of the club was my destination. The group of people there no longer seemed familiar to me. Oh how the newbies flocked wanting recognition from the Master. The young girls, scantily dressed, appraised me with reproach and disrespect as I got closer. The music morphed, picking up a deeper bass, like a clap of thunder that reverberates through my skull, quickening my heartbeat. It wasn't the music though. I had made eye contact with him. I had tried to avoid him, as much as possible. His eyes were like oceans- one look and I jumped. Unable to swim, I just slowly drown, not caring what happens to me. I had tried to stay afloat- I avoided the club for heavens sake! But his draw, no matter how unexplainable it was, was there. He drew me like a moth to a flame. Like the vampire he was to the blood that he needs.



"you returned." he stated simply. His slight smile that appeared on his face- a smile of wicked delight- drew scowls from the newbies who were fawning over him.

"I tried to stay away."this made his smile widen.

"And yet you failed. Oh my dear Morgan, I did tell you that you would fail. You have no faith in me."

"I have lost the faith in myself. I don't know who I am any more."

"You are who I want you to be. Come to me." he ordered, extending his hand out to me. I hesitated for just a second, and then reached my own hand out to his. His palm was smooth, cold and very strong. He pulled me to him, before I could even blink. I fell onto his lap, and he leaned inwards, towards my neck. He hovered just over my neck as he spoke to the girls surrounding us.

"Leave us. Now." his instructions were clear- and the fear of being reprimanded by the Master made them scatter like leaves in the wind. His breath tickled my throat as he breathed, taking in the scent of my blood that coursed through my veins just below the surface. "You returned, my dear Morgan, and I shall claim you once again." with those words, he bit, hard, piercing the skin on my neck and drawing a moan from my mouth. His hand was around my waist, keeping me in position. He drew the blood from me at his own leisure. It was a sensual feeling, like nothing else. There was not an experience I knew of, or had experienced, that I could liken this to. My memories started to fade as I became weak. I did not panic- this was normal. It frightened me the first time it happened, but now I understand. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realise that he had pulled back, and was extending his wrist to me, a dark, intoxicating liquid welling up on the cut he had made.

"Drink." he ordered. I did not need telling twice. I drank, feeling myself become undone, quenching a thirst deep inside that I was not aware that I had.