Drusilla Vampire Novels & Stories

From where I was, I couldn't even see most of them anymore, although I found some relief that I could still see Dexter and Drusilla nearby. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech that sounded like a dying animal. And then, I saw Drusilla walking out to the open with a grass cutter in her grasp. The sight of the poor animal struggling with her firm grasp was so disturbing, I had to look away. I heard the sound of the grass cutter screaming loudly just before it was silent all of a sudden. She did it. I looked back through the window and saw her crouched over the dead animal with her teeth sunken deep into its neck and apparently sucking its blood dry.

"I know right? I need to know all I can about this vampire because from my research, he seems to be the leader. If I can bring him down, it would be easier to bring the rest of them down" "Why do you want to bring vampires down? I mean you have no encounter with them after all" I looked down and looked around trying to prevent my emotions from showing. "I once had an encounter with a vampire . He killed a man in my presence. He drained his whole blood and left the man there. I was fortunate I wasn't seen, else I would have been long gone". She eyed me up and nodded, "Follow me", she said and turned. She kept walking into the forest and at a point I was getting scared.

The disrespect that she is showing me now shall leave me with no option but to strip her from her Council duties, and should she go even further, I shall seek my punishment in any other way that I see fit. "Drusilla, I have had quite enough; you shall leave this house at once," "But my Master, the boy…" "I said, get out!" "But…" "Now, Drusilla! Get out!" She scurries to get her belongings together and hurries out the door before my full wrath comes down on her. I feel as the anger starts to burn white under my skin; the rage has consumed my being. Edward that has been watching my frustration, hands me a glass filled with whiskey. Even though we as Vampires do not entertain ourselves by drink

he demanded. "Because I could feel it," Drex replied flatly. "Feel it? What is that supposed to mean? Don’t play games with me! You’re the killer, aren't you?" Bob pressed, trying to corner him. Drex let out a long, weary sigh, seemingly exhausted by the baseless accusations. "Believe it or not, the culprit isn't human, Officer. Charlotte was the victim of a hungry vampire." I froze, staring at Drex. He spoke the word 'vampire' with such chilling conviction. Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

She was sleepwalking until she reached the cemetery on the cliff behind her house. Lucy sat on the bench beneath the dead tree, and that time Count Dracula walked out from behind the tree, bit her, and sucked her blood. If someone gets bitten by a Dracula and doesn't die instantly because of the bite, then that person will become a vampire. Count Dracula had an interest in her because of her vitality and life, so he decided to keep her as his prey and came every few days to suck her blood.

She said. Damien stared at her angrily, he wished he could kill her, but he couldn't. She was taking advantage of his weak moment. “Delilah.”. He growled! “What do you want??”. He added "I don't want anything as of now. Just promise you will give me what I want when the time comes''. She swung the blood at his face, knowing he was desperate for it. Damien growled “I promise”. She smiled, Vampires don't go back on their words. She threw the blood at him and said

Many wear crosses around the necks and many carry stakes along with them. The traditional story of vampires starts with Vlad the Impaler,(also known as Count Dracula ), a ruler who killed people in the most horrific ways. He was cursed by a priest to never find peace even after death. After he died in a war, he returned to his palace as someone who was neither dead nor living. The traditional story says that Van Helsing killed Vlad the Impaler by first finding out where he slept and then putting a stake through the heart. The final step involves chopping off the head and putting garlic in the mouth.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w