The Halloween Collection
And when the King
sequestered his daughter from me, I knew she had to die. The King
would suffer as I suffered; only I would feel Madrial live on in my
blood.
    The nearer I drew to Madrial, the more
enthralled I became. Her scent was that of life and sex itself.
Beauty had been completely redefined upon her birth…and she would
be mine.
    Her soft, frail neck tilted just enough such
that it gave me access to her sweetest of meats. I could see, hear,
feel her pulse racing; her blood burning to be drawn.
    “I am yours.”
    This was a moment I would remember for all
eternity. My teeth dropped and I gently bit into the supple,
virginal flesh of the young maiden. Madrial’s blood rushed into my
mouth, like a river of lust and passion. I immediately knew
something was amiss. There was a hidden taste to the life-giving
liquid. Madrial’s blood held something not human…something not
right.
    In the distance, a low, haunting laughter
could be heard. The sound mingled with Madrial’s beating heart. As
the sounds blended together, I could feel myself falling into the
black abyss of sleep. The laugh belonged to the King’s Mage.
Madrial had been a trap.
    “Vampire, you shall sleep in the earth
forever.” The raspy voice of the King’s Mage proclaimed my fate
with a sickening pride.
     
     
    United States, 2011
    Los Angeles, California
     
    “I have returned!”
    My voice echoed out over a vastly changed
landscape. What was once a thick forest of evergreen and
moss-covered stone was now nothing more than a panorama of filthy
industry and humanity. What had happened? The last waking moment I
remembered was locking my fangs onto the fragile neck of the king’s
most precious of daughters.
    Madrial’s blood was as intoxicating as her
scent and she gave herself to me willingly. Almost too
willingly.
    Images of that moment flooded my system;
Madrial tilting her head to me to offer her flesh, my fangs
piercing the virgin skin…and a laugh…of the King’s Mage. In a cold
flash of rage it all hit me; the blood of the King’s daughter had
been enchanted and I, the most feared and hated Vampire since Vlad
Tepes, had been tricked into torpor.
    How long had I been asleep? What was the
year? Where was I?
    And how would I exact my revenge on the
King?
    These questions would all be answered in due
time. And along with those answers would come a revenge that would
be whispered in fear for all eternity. The land would tremble at
the very mention of the name Vlad…Vlad…
    Oh Hell, I couldn’t even remember my
name!
    “Creatures of the night, answer my call.” I
yelled out into the darkness for my darling children to join me at
my side. Certainly the years would have brought to life more of my
kind. Extinction is no beast to best the vampire. With their
assistance, I would feed and then I would rain down chaos across
the country side until I had the answers I sought.
    “Dude, what’s your deal?” The strange young
man approached me with a brevity I had never witnessed.
    “You dare confront a creature as
feared…”
    “Holy shit! Can you do that again? I want to
catch that on my phone. You’re fucking hilarious man.” The stranger
laughed.
    The insignificant whelp reached into the
pocket of his pants. Certainly he was about to dash me with holy
water. In my weakened state, I would be no match for the blessed
liquid. The weapon he revealed was nothing I had ever seen. I might
have misjudged the man.
    “Okay, dude, say exactly what you said
again. This will go on Youtube and bring me fame and bitches!
Ready. One, two…”
    “Come to me.” The scent of the young man was
overwhelming. My blood lust was beginning to boil from deep within.
I had to feed. I had to take this stranger and devour him skin to
soul. Reflexes overtook me and my fangs dropped. The young man had
no idea the candle of his life was about to be snuffed.
    “Holy shit! That’s awesome! How did you do
that? Where did you get that grill?” Joy issued from the

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