The Awakening...
Current mood: thirsty
Category: Writing and Poetry

The awakening...

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"The Immortal" a collab with Badwolf
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Immortal...


She wakes, With the Eternal creak of her coffin lid.
Stretching her firm body. Who will feel her terror this evening?
Samantha will spread death.
Like a god. Relentless, With no Remorse.

The sent of life in the air, the cold ground beneath her feet
She stalks, her prey unknown, but soon to be found

The cloak of night her shroud, the darkness her light
she smells the fear in the nights air, as the winds change
course ... the object of her search found,

Blood ... the life it brings, it is near, now the hunt
begins, the trill of the chase, she can taste it on her
lips, it is only a matter of time, a life will be lost
tonight so she will survive to see another night

the chase, the catch, so exquisite, run ... it makes
the taste that much more sweet.

Alas, her victim is chosen, a healthy young beauty. With fire red hair & a cold Ice blue eyed stare. Samantha thinks to herself, Oh, What a Vampire she would make.

First the introduction, Caramia, Is her name. Obviously not intimated by Samantha's Vampish presence, she finds this very alarming. But at the same time quite inviting.

At this point, Samantha Grabs her fiercely by the back of the neck, expecting to hear a snap, But to no avail did not. She looks her deep in the eyes, my dearest, your life as you know it shall know change from this night, For ever more.

Sucking Caramia's life blood away, till the point of certain death, Samantha tells her, Drink from me if you want to live. Slitting her nail across her left breast. In which Caramia drinks with amazing force.

Awakened this night to darkness for the first time. Caramia is a new born vampire. Who is to know what this world has to unfold, also so much that has been untold. Soon it must be answered...

(C) BadWolf... Sir. Rockit... 2008

A collab of two dear friends both with brillient demented minds

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"Wicked Evil Night"
Category: Writing and Poetry

Wicked Evil Night...


Another wicked evil night. Full of our favorite Vampires fright. Her cold touch will be felt.
Her sweet bloody kiss will be dealt.

Samantha's never ending search for mortal blood. The only bliss she knows. Her thirst brings her to a cottage.

There she finds a couple that seem to be so much in love, she knocks on the door. The pretty fair skinned lady asks her in.

She then gently grab her face looking deep into her eyes with that eternal stare. About to feed,
the male, strikes her hard across the back of the head. With a fireplace poker.

Samantha then back hands with an angry force
sending him flying across the room like a doll.
She picks him up from the floor by his hair.
Looks at him in his face. Why do you dare to interfere? She asked with a snide sneer.

Digging her fangs deep in his adams apple.
Ripping it from his throat. She turns back to the
lady, now. Dear she says it is time. Samantha bends her neck plunges her fangs deep in a bulging vein.



Sir. Rockit...2008

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Callab With Lady Seda & Sir. Rockit......
Current mood: adored
Category: Writing and Poetry

                Luminus Glow....

Moons, soft luminous glow, caressing her pale bare shoulders. The endless night. In search of mortals, For she has the need to feed not only, On there blood, The soul the keep, There is No need to weep. Her fangs will dig so deep.

Creeping through the nightime mist, she is searching for her prey. The one who will satisfy, the ever deepening desire. Feeling the saliva pool in her mouth, she catches the scent and moves.

She see,s a young girl, Something riminds her of herslef, when she was a mortal, To no avail, She will feed, Like you feel a need to breathe. So in need, She must attack the girl, With much greed.

Catching the young thing by surprise, she raises her against her chest. Holding tight the tiny arms that would push to get away. As the high pitched squeal of fright fills the night, she drops her head back to the moon and strikes.

She says relax, My child.  I will heal you of all  your sins. Then Latch,s on with only the vengance
 Samantha, Knows all to well. After draining her.
She looks deep in her eyes, Says my dear it is over, Now, You shall Reap to the gates of hell......
 
           
           A  Callab  With My Dear Freind..

      Lady.. Seda...        &   Sir.. Rockit...

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By The Pale Monnlight, Callab With Dreamweaver & Sir. Rockit...
Current mood: adored
Category: Writing and Poetry

        By the pale Moonlight...       

Pale moonlight reveals her alabaster skin
As she silently moves through the night
Ruby red lips exposing her sick grin
As she screams out her delight

The eternal urge,
For the warmth of her victims blood,
To make them only hers, Call it what you may,
This is the only life there ever will be for her,
To feed on the living is not an easy task.
Which this little Vampire has mastered.

The pulsing of the blood is like a song
Calling her, drawing her to them.
Filling her up making her strong
Others only want to condemn
Not understanding the need
To sink her teeth deeply
Into their tender skin till they bleed

Feed she shall. Her only need. With no remorse,
All she will leave is a lifeless corpse. Only for a little while they will feel her Vampire embrace.
The last thing you will remember, are the last beats of your heart. Slower , slower, Then death will take you. The neverending sorrow, Of the only gift she had to give.

 
        DreamWeaver.     Sir. Rockit... Callab...
                      2008....

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Samatha And The Shipmate...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry

           Samantha, And the Shipmate..

Yet, Another night of feeding, Torment, Death, For the Mortals.
Samantha, Sences Her Love, samson will call on her soon.
Untill then, She will indulge herslf. With the sweet blood of the living.
Who will she choose this night? She scans a ship mate with her vampire eyes.  Oh yes, He shall be the one.
Within a blink of an eye. Samantha Is on him.
She ask,s the ship mate, If who would like to have his way with her.
He replys, Why yes my dear, Samantha toys woth him for a little while.
He enjoys rubbing his hands all over her plump behind, As well as her supple Breasts, Her nipples ever so hard.
Of course, Samatha knows it is time for this to stop.  She lifts him of the ground, By his Erect penis. Ripps it from his body, Puts in his mouth,
Then drains him dry. By first asking him? Did you really think you could have me?
With no hesitation. She then drops him into the dark merky water. That might be good enough for him....

         Sir. Rockit... 2008...

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"Blood Dance" a colab with Aquilla /rage
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Blood Dance"

Lying on my bed of fine Damask
Shades maroon and crimson
Dried blood in the moonlight they appear
My pale skin casting a soft radiance against them
My eyes, pools of unabated black
A place not long in the lingering

Might it be a curse?
No!
I love what I am.
Being a vampire, Full of desire,
Peer into my eyes, Feel the wicked fire.
You will do my bidding,
you will feel my ice cold touch,
Do not fret; they will not miss you much…

A small smile crosses my lips
Behind it a low growl
Waiting for your return
I drift into a secular slumber
Savoring the moment of your presence

Is it you, my only exsistence
To live and breath
Thye blood that ruins in your viens
To take over the life you live now
To step in where no mere mortal could

Knowing that your last breath will be mine
To take and hold forever
I try to remember the last childe I took as mine
It had been centuries
This one I will keep a while longer

It shall be only you.
To feel my eternal kiss.
Do not fear, My kiss is pure.
It will give you everything you indure.
For evermore.

At last we embrace
Our blood mixing in a crimson
pool at our feet
The familar sting of claret
An overture of perfervid

As you now lie dead at my feet
You are a picture of me and I of you
Your blood courses through my veins
like a wild untamed stream
Every thing you once were i am now
your home I will call home
I thank you for my new exsistence

The color of your skin
now a cadaverous prince
We shall wander en masse
Hunting those that we desire
Forever locked in measure
Endless hematic solitude

By
Sir Rockit & Aquilla Rage
July 2008 Copyright

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To Taste your Soul...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry

           To taste your soul...

Oh, The sweet taste of blood. So life giving to the immortal. So each one of you, Your soul we must taste. Our cold hands, Must touch your soft face.

Being born to darkness, The dark gift, Call it what you might, Is certainly. Not for everyone.
You see, I am sure the splatter of blood, will not fill you with glee.

But wickedness, Does has upsides. You may never grow old, Sickess, Death, will never be an issue. Love eternal, Is what I have to offer. I ask you mortal. Do you wish to take this gift?

Remember, You must feed on the living, Also cut all human ties. This night, as you lay awake in your bed, These thoughts will run like a flood in your head.

Be carefull, For if you ever call on me. I will surely be there. I will give you my vampire kiss,
Darkness will be your life for ever more...

             Sir. Rockit. 2008...

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"Samantha’s Eternal Hunger"
Category: Writing and Poetry

Samantha's Eternal Hunger...


Our little Samantha, Vampire, wakes from her coffin, on her search for blood. It's the only peace she knows. To kill with a never-ending thrill. Oh! The hunger, who will feel her plunder this night? Hopefully you will not find yourself in her eternal sight. For those who have ran out of luck,just might. They shall feel the fright.

Samantha, spots her next victim. A young Strapping male, she approaches, taunting him with her beauty. He knows she is straight from hell; she takes him by the back of the neck. Without hesitation, He accepts her cold eternal embrace.Then she drains him, He turns a pail shade of white. Samantha, Drops him where she stands.

Now, off to her eternal quest. So remember, if you are to cross her path. You will sure meet your fate just like all the rest. Just beware of the Pale green eyes. Or her Vampire stare...

(C) Sir Rockit 2008

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SAMANTHA'S NEW PLAYTHINGS a Sir Rockit and his Lady Dreamer colab
Current mood: artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Samanthas new playThings"

Samantha, with her evil, Vampire ways, Boards a ship, Set out some would say, for the old world. Upon arrival, its seems to her, There really is no difference between here and Her home.

Blood rushes the same even so far away
She could not feed on the ship
She did not want to temp fate
Here her hunger would be satisfied
Who would she play with this night?

Ahh, she sees her next playthings, two young girls, Samantha, Invites them back to her room. The two girls agree. I mean what trouble would the fair Samantha be? So small and angelic looking, you would think, She would not harm a flea.

Her long black hair cascading free
Her face as sweet as a porcelain doll
Red lips form a smile to charm all
The evil lurks behind the mask
Come to me my lovelies Samantha purrs

Startled the girls think to flee, Not this night, they will meet their fates. First, she takes the fair-haired blonde, Ripping the flesh from her neck with a vengeance. Such warm sweet blood, Samantha Savers the flavor, She turns to the brunette

From this one she wanted more
Come to me Samantha beckons
Looking into her eyes Samantha strikes
Taking not only blood but memories as well
She absorbs all the delicious life out of her

(C) Sir Rockit and his Lady Dreamer 2008

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