Short Story

The moment Skyler's blood touched her tongue Adriana was lost. The sweet nectar that flowed through her lovers veins washed over every sense the old vampire had. She drank deeply as the warmth washed through every inch of her body. It was the first time in ages Adriana had felt such heat coursing through her veins. Her lover, her wolf tasted like madness and haven all at the same time.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly. You nodded slowly. He engulfed you in a hug and you held onto him for dear life. You inhaled his scent, somehow it made you calm. The two of you pulled away from each other and Scott grabbed ahold of your arm. “Ready?” he asked you. You nodded again and screwed your eyes shut.

The poem Vampires Today, by Kristen Tracy, is a coming of age poem that dives into the complexity of the teenage mind. The poem goes into depth about how teenagers change, make bad decisions, and ultimately end up ruining their lives. Throughout the poem, the author talks about how young children cannot wait to grow up, but along the way, they wish that they could go back. After reading and analyzing the poem, one can come to a conclusion that the theme is to not rush growing up- because if you do, you will want to go back as soon as you escape the “prison” of being a child.

Alice let her ice blue eyes sweep over the crowded room before her gaze fell upon the Master Vampires. She needed air. Needed a way to escape this stuffy crowded ballroom before she went insane. Dropping her gaze back onto the group she stood with, Alice took a small step back before turning on the heel of her shoe, then vanishing into the crowd. Placing her empty wine glass down on a passing tray, Alice stopped one last time, before pushing the glass door open that led onto the balcony. A rush of cold air blasted her pale angelic face, and a small fanged smile appeared as she slipped through the crack, and into the night.

He acted like everything was okay, but in truth he was quite terrified. The streets were filled with citizens. And with his height it was difficult to see around the groups of people, if it wasn't for his eyes he would be stuck. In truth he didn't get a good look at the vampire that night at the ball. Mostly, all the times he had a chance at looking at its face was spent on running. But than it hit him, when he looked at it he couldn't see its name it was hidden.

Looking around I was shocked: no animal heads on the wall or blood on the floor and there definitely wasn’t his arm in a glass case. In fact, it looked like any other home to me: a warm fireplace and pictures on the wall of friends, family . . . and medals? I was pulled out of my thoughts when a warm scent hit my nose. I looked over to see him holding a tray of cookies and warm cocoa. He offered me a seat and I eagerly asked about all the pictures and medals.

“You think none of this would have happened under your watchful eye? I saw you Cullen. I saw you turn away from us.”

“Magnus, are you okay?” They were unfamiliar, but it sounded as if they were panicking. He inclined his head in the direction was coming from and opened his mouth to say something before the world became, once again, dark and silent.

“It’d be better if I go off to bed now,” said Billy, briskly arising off the couch. He started scaling the stairs. Hazel swirls encompassed the entirety of each step his foot rested upon. The Landlady closely followed, frolicking impatiently with her red, darting fingernails and examining Billy’s entire body.

Zepher looked away from the bloody mess he created, disgusted from it. The air around him reeked of metal. “How,” he whispered, “how could I have done this again?” The blue-eyed boy retracted his needle-sharp fangs while walking over to the limp body. As he reached for the woman’s petite wrist to check for a pulse, her chest rose, eyes fluttering. What am I supposed to do? She can’t see this! After a moment’s thought, Zepher had a plan.

The dreams he had as a boy had returned to him. He could see and feel the welts on her flesh from the lashings and the wetness of her blood.

In the book, Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice, the main character Louis is faced with the challenge of adapting to a new lifestyle as a vampire. The reader finds out through the telling of his life story in an interview that, while he is indeed a vampire, Louis is not like other vampires in existence. Rice uses the Louis’ relationship with other vampires along with his own internal thoughts to develop the character of Louis for the reader. Louis struggles with his own self continually throughout the story over his slow adaptation to the vampire lifestyle, revealing to the reader how Louis’ character is different than that of other vampires. Louis contemplates the reasoning for his turning into a vampire, asking, “Am I damned?

Seth leaned toward me with a grin. Close up, I thought he looked ill. There were dark shadows beneath his dark brown eyes and his skin was papery and withered like a carved apple that had sat out in the sun too long. “Ah . . . of course, a quest. They’re in a meadow beyond the mountain.”

I had witnessed an innocent young boy, turn into a vampire. Everything that I hated about Niklaus and everything I used to hate about myself – the bloodlust, the way I could only see humans; as a source of food, the heightened emotions which used to make me unbearable. Having spent my early days with Niklaus made me lose my human side. Not only because of his influence on me, but also because he simply did not want me to hold on to it. When I had fled to Mystic Falls, the Salvatore brothers and Emily had rekindled

“Yes.” she answered blankly. At first sight, the man standing in front of her wasn’t impressive, nor a surprise.