A Walk in the Woods

Lightly we tread in the woods

Along a muddy path

Fog blanketing the lake

I hold my skirt

To keep the hem dry

You take my arm

Your hand is warm.

 

So I pull you close

Whisper some lies in your ear

I see mistletoe

You believe me

And then

I do what all good Vampire girls do

And kiss you

 

Well, with a bite too.

So I’ll be warm

And happy despite the mud

While you

Scream out in the woods

Only to be silenced again

By a final kiss…

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Note: Short Story Sunday will be posted later today. Have fun.

A kiss…

You can’t suck the soul from a ghost because a ghost is nothing but a soul. A nasty, annoying, tormented soul that will make you go insane. That is why I hate ghosts.

Sucking souls is nasty business anyway – something to be avoided except in extreme situations.

But kissing is always fun…especially if you’re a Vampire.

My brother Max is still visiting from lands far away, taking a break from the violence and stress of his occupation. He is also recovering from a broken heart. Dear, misguided, Max, the man with lips that any woman (except me, his sister) would be crazy not to want.

We stood on my deck watching the stars when he looked out into the woods. He squinted his eyes which was odd considering he has excellent night vision. “Juliette, there is a ghost behind your house.”

The ghost looked up from his book and gave us the finger.

“Hey ghost, want to meet my brother?” I yelled.

“Screw you Vampire.” He yelled back, then smiled a wicked mean and nasty smile.

My brother looked shocked. Vampires hate ghosts and have as little to do with them as possible. I still instinctively don’t like ghosts but have developed sort of a relationship with this ghost based on mutual disrespect and a bond formed by being a different being in a world where everyone else is “normal”.

The ghost was suddenly closer. “So this is the great hunter. Your heart is broken. You know there are only two cures for that one.”

Anger flashed in Max’s eyes but he said nothing. The ghost continued. “You could go out and let out your blood lust and kill something. But I don’t recommend that. The second and most effective cure is long hot passionate kisses with a woman with fire in her soul.” Then he started to laugh. “You Vampires are pathetic. Your entire culture is based on neck biting and kissing and physical attraction, yet when your heart is broken you seem so shocked. You can handle anything except your own hearts.”

But the ghost was right our culture is based on neck biting and wrist biting and the fine art of the kiss. Without the kiss we’d be lowly predators. We’ve taken our blood gathering to a higher level, to something both Vampire and donor find quite wonderful.

Forget the Vampire stuff, a kiss will cure a multitude of ills, from a mother comforting a child, to a broken-hearted Vampire warrior.

The ghost faded away and I looked at my brother. “Maybe the ghost is right, a kiss and a night of passion might be the cure or at least help you feel better.”

“Maybe.” He said that downing his glass of wine and staring off into the dark. “I remember the time Teddy told me he’d kissed you for the first time. I’d never seen him so happy. I’m glad you finally married him.”

“So am I, so am I. You know Max, your time will come. Your true Vampire love is out there somewhere.”

My brother smiled and gave my hand a gentle squeeze then kissed me on the cheek.

Sweet dreams to all –

Juliette aka Vampire Maman

This was first posted in January 2013. Yes, we’re in rerun mode because Vampire Maman is occupied with other things. I hope this Romance/Valentine inspired post made you smile. Wishing you a whole lot of kisses. xoxoxo Juliette.

And don’t forget to check out my previous post I wrote for The Evil Squirrel’s Nest Contest (had to include a unicorn, a possum and a squirrel.)

I wait for you

I wait for you

The quick beating of your heart

The hitch in your breath

In anticipation of

My kiss and maybe

My bite.

 

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Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

 

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A kiss so sweet or a kiss divine, all yours and all mine.

You can’t suck the soul from a ghost because a ghost is nothing but a soul. A nasty, annoying, tormented soul that will make you go insane. That is why I hate ghosts.

Sucking souls is nasty business anyway – something to be avoided except in extreme situations.

But kissing is always fun…especially if you’re a Vampire.

My brother Max is still visiting from lands far away, taking a break from the violence and stress of his occupation. He is also recovering from a broken heart. Dear, misguided, Max, the man with lips that any woman (except me, his sister) would be crazy not to want.

We stood on my deck watching the stars when he looked out into the woods. He squinted his eyes which was odd considering he has excellent night vision. “Juliette, there is a ghost behind your house.”

The ghost looked up from his book and gave us the finger.

“Hey ghost, want to meet my brother?” I yelled.

“Screw you Vampire.” He yelled back, then smiled a wicked mean and nasty smile.

My brother looked shocked. Vampires hate ghosts and have as little to do with them as possible. I still instinctively don’t like ghosts but have developed sort of a relationship with this ghost based on mutual disrespect and a bond formed by being a different being in a world where everyone else is “normal”.

The ghost was suddenly closer. “So this is the great hunter. Your heart is broken. You know there are only two cures for that one.”

Anger flashed in Max’s eyes but he said nothing. The ghost continued. “You could go out and let out your blood lust and kill something. But I don’t recommend that. The second and most effective cure is long hot passionate kisses with a woman with fire in her soul.” Then he started to laugh. “You Vampires are pathetic. Your entire culture is based on neck biting and kissing and physical attraction, yet when your heart is broken you seem so shocked. You can handle anything except your own hearts.”

But the ghost was right our culture is based on neck biting and wrist biting and the fine art of the kiss. Without the kiss we’d be lowly predators. We’ve taken our blood gathering to a higher level, to something both Vampire and donor find quite wonderful.

Forget the Vampire stuff, a kiss will cure a multitude of ills, from a mother comforting a child, to a broken-hearted Vampire warrior.

The ghost faded away and I looked at my brother. “Maybe the ghost is right, a kiss and a night of passion might be the cure or at least help you feel better.”

“Maybe.” He said that downing his glass of wine and staring off into the dark. “I remember the time Teddy told me he’d kissed you for the first time. I’d never seen him so happy. I’m glad you finally married him.”

“So am I, so am I. You know Max, your time will come. Your true Vampire love is out there somewhere.”

My brother smiled and gave my hand a gentle squeeze then kissed me on the cheek.

Sweet dreams to all –

Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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To A Kiss

To A Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend’rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love’s first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion’s birth, and infants’ play,
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day.

Sorrowing joy, adieu’s last action,
Ling’ring lips, — no more to join!
What words can ever speak affection
Thrilling and sincere as thine!

Robert Burns

People won’t admit they read poetry and are moved by it…but late at night they go on the internet and search it out. It is like pornography. I’m dead serious (no pun intended). It is a need that most people will not dare admit to.

It isn’t a good time for me to expound upon the history of poetry or what caused the American population (among others) claim not to like poets. But I would like to remind everyone, especially those of us who can remember the past several centuries that there was a time that poets were the Rock Stars of our culture.

Sometimes I pull out my old volumes of favorites and read in the quiet of the night or on a rain soaked day. In turn, I also look for the new. I marvel at the many voices I see with poetry on the internet.

Part of me believes technology with recorded music, radio, TV etc maybe brought an end to the poet as a popular icon. But in turn the Internet, yes the Internet has brought poetry back to life.

I see in the online communities poets being read, not ignored. I don’t read those words online “I don’t like poetry.” I see people who NEVER would read a poem, forwarding poetry to their friends and loved ones.

Poetry is a gift to the soul. Poetry is for everyone. Everyone needs poetry, like a vampire needs blood, like a hawk needs to fly, like a fish needs to swim. I know that wasn’t very poetic but you get the point – I hope.

Your assignment today is to READ, SAVOR and SHARE poetry with someone you love.

For poetry posted on this blog (Vampiremaman.wordpress.com) click on the links below. Enjoy!

~ Juliette

Blood and Bourbon – or – Passion and…crap, I don’t know what to call this…

Thursday lunch was with Adam Williams. We’d known each other for years. He had premature gray streaks in his thick dark hair. There was a rogue air about him.

I liked the way he tasted. Most blood I compare to wine. He was like a fine Bourbon with a hard bite to it. It had a real kick to it that I’d never found in anyone else before.

We met at his studio (he is one of the top photographers around). He pulled me close, his mouth on mine.  It was tempting. I was drawn to him but it was his blood that kept me coming back. A few pints from Adam could keep me going for a few weeks.

I looked into his blue blue eyes. Almost a growl came out of his throat as he pinned me against the wall. There was something pure and primal about this man.

I smiled and locked his eyes in mine. A little trance and he’d be mine for the next hour. I pulled his shirt up over his head. He had a body that wouldn’t stop, especially his arms.

I closed my eyes and sank my teeth into his neck. I could feel his arms almost getting larger, stronger. I drank deeply.

His hand went up my dress. I could feel his nails against my stomach, deeper and deeper until I realized I was being clawed. I released his neck and cried out. What the crap?

Suddenly I was slammed back against the wall. I was stunned, and then he threw me on the floor and was on me. His eyes blazed with fire, he snarled showing teeth. Not vampire teeth.

“Fucking vampire bitch.” He growled slamming my head against the wall.

It felt like he’d smashed my skull in. I snarled and hissed at him trying to get him off of me. “You’re a filthy werewolf.”

“God damn you Juliette. How long have you been drinking my blood?” he demanded.

For about 15 years now but I wasn’t going to tell him anything.

He got his face close to mine, his teeth ready to tear my face off. “How long have you been draining my energy, taking advantage of me you fucking vampire bitch?”

“Adam, we’ve been friends a long time. I can explain.” I said in a weak attempt to calm him.

He snarled and went for my neck. I swear I thought he was going to rip my throat out and send my head rolling across the floor. The pain made go blind for a moment. I almost passed out. Holy crap, I’d never fed on a werewolf before or never once not been able to detect one.

He rolled off of me holding his mouth. “Fuck, what the Hell?” His mouth was burning. He ran to the bathroom and I could hear water running. Vampire flesh burns werewolves. One point for the vampires. Zero points werewolves.

I put my hand to my neck trying not to completely bleed out. I was breathing hard. My lungs couldn’t get enough air.

Adam came back and towered over me.

“You’re so damn sexy Juliette.”

He crawled over me, straddling my battered body.  I still had my hand to my neck. His mouth went back to mine. “How can anyone who tastes so nasty on the inside taste so good on the outside?”

I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t stop the bleeding. Panic was setting in. The hair on his arms grew thick but he didn’t transform any more.

He put his face to my hand, fingernails now claws and caressed me. “A vampire.” He pulled my hand away from my neck and looked at the wound he’d made.

“You should heal up in about an hour, at least enough to sleep in your own bed tonight. I’ll call Teddy, tell him you were delayed.” He laughed like the victor ready to hold up the head of the vanquished.

I closed my eyes, feeling the sting of tears. I couldn’t even imagine him calling my dear husband Teddy.

“Does he?”  I was going to ask if my husband knew our long time friend Adam was a werewolf but I couldn’t get the words out.

“No.” said Adam.  “I assume Teddy is a vampire too?” He said that with a weird amused smile.

“Yes”,  I whispered.

“Figured with your close relationship and well, sort of different kind of marriage and all.  I know you vampires can’t help it if you’re degenerate sluts. Werewolves are the same way. Just can’t help it.” He picked me up gently and lifted me to the couch. “Juliette dear, I think I having something in the wardrobe from the last photo shoot you can wear home.  Let’s do lunch again soon, only I’m not for lunch. Deal?”

“Deal.” I barely got the word out, but I meant it with all my heart. “I’m not a slut.”

He kissed me on the forehead. I could hear him on his phone talking to Teddy. “Son of a bitch. I wish you’d told me you were a vampire. No shit”.

I drifted off to sleep, holding a towel to my neck, wishing I’d had something else for lunch.

I guess the moral of this story is to always know who and what you’re dining on.

~ Juliette