Venitian Vampire

Extracts from my short story 'Vampires of London'"The creature stood very close, and I was drawn to the edge, by what power I know not, as I was unaware of having moved; my thoughts became addled; a queer drugged swirling of the senses, I gazed into the creatures face that was now obscured by shadow, all the surrounding pools of light became slowly eclipsed - all the light of this world - extinguished".
"Compared to the green and vibrant thicket that grew outside of the wall, within the enclosure, an all consuming blanket of dead scrub suffocated the court to its very extremity. The excess hinted at a once vigorous, wild and unkempt growth, but now everything appeared damp, moulding and lifeless; ancient stone antiquities haunted the scene in vine entangled poses, some displaying only a limb here a head there through the mass of dead foliage. The whole scene appeared darkly enchanted as if once living creatures had been strangled by briars, turned to stone and there entombed."
"The heavens are now closed upon this place like the lid of some great coffin, and the vile atmosphere is leaden with a great tumult of suffering, thunder sounds out as the nails of eternity seem hammered home, as all are henceforth consigned to the abyss.And in that darkened room as you stand there aghast, you see me open my arms wide as if addressing a vast assembly -“Come about dark creatures, come about and greet your brother! - For he too is a “desolate one” - abandoned by god long before he was ever born!”
Venitian. XXX
Extracts from my short story ‘Bridge Of Sighs’
“Some months ago I was awoken mad eyed into the suffocating pitch of night by a long and desperate howl – Oh how fearful and at the same time piteous!, a heart wrenching cry that only could only have been vent from the throat of some poor animal in torment! - Of the stag cornered and set upon by wild dogs - Of the fox run to ground - Of the rabbit caught for days within the snare…..”
“My heart palpitated within my breast like a frantic bird caught within a cage, as though by its incessant desperate beatings upon the bars of my ribs, it could escape its fate. – Only then to pause as if in death – seeming by fright expired, and then like Lazarus revived, to continue anon that relentless hideous drumming….”
“For I must be cast so deep that even if the torch of paradise fell from heaven, it would grow dim in its precipitous decent and arrive expired…....”
Venitian. XXX