Creative Writing: Vlad The Impaler

She rises from her chair, staring longingly at the velvet covered windows, those incompetent cups and sugar cakes long forgotten. She always wonders what the sun would look like behind the shadows of darkness she covers herself and ponders endlessly; she must understand the sun is a curse, or a blessing to other life forms; the truth must be accepted and she must stay away from the forbidden or she too will face the same faith as Count Orlok. For the only way to defeat a vampire is the sun or a human who is pure at heart; vampires must never love a human, for they too will become one. But, the foolish girl that she is, she wants to stare outside the window like Sleeping Beauty who awaits for her prince charming. She forgets that nobody will rescue the Giant himself. She must stay alone in this enchanted castle, with only a mute by her side, that is the

His artery throbs with a mixture of fear and desire; his instincts are strong, he is aware of the perilousness of this place and yet he choses to ignore it, such an imprudent, rash, scrumptious meat. He has such a fine throat, enough to satisfy her hunger, our hunger. Her mouth waters, she cannot escape her nature, we won’t let her escape her nature; her claws that are sharpened to perfection like a samurai’s sword and teeth that are made from the fangs of a snake, hover inches from the meat’s neck; those are the weapons she will use to tear him apart from limb to limb while howling like it is the time of winter solstice itself. But, she quivers, the same horrible disinclination to her role like a prey captured because of her nature; she doesn’t want to be what she is. The girl a disgrace to all vampires, because she starves, yet she