Fright Night 1985 Vampire Novels & Stories

She slipped past the invisible barrier. Emily gasped, trying to turn, but the vampire was already there. Cold, dead fingers gripped her arm. "Found you," the vampire whispered in her ear. SLASH. Talons raked down Emily’s forearm. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was agonizing. It felt like ice water had been injected into her veins. Emily cried out, clutching her arm. Blood—bright, hot, human blood—spilled onto the snow. The scent hit the vampires like a drug. They groaned, their eyes glazing over with lust.

He gritted his teeth, grabbing my head with both hands to steady himself. “Open up," he commanded. Like a person bespelled, my mouth fell open. He shoved— I startled awake, sitting bolt upright and breathing heavily. "Damn it," I muttered, rubbing my face. My body was humming with a frustrated energy that was impossible to ignore. Helen came out from the bath chambers at that exact moment, and I jumped again, feeling like I had been caught doing something shameful. She looked at me with an all-knowing expression. In that moment, I cursed the superior senses of the vampire race. She could probably smell the arousal on me. Thankfully, she didn't say anything and just gestured toward the bath.

She looks up to see Britney's face when she doesn't answer her, only for her countenance to turn pale when Britney's canines elongate into fangs, her eyes turning red, with dark veins bulging under her eyes. "You're… a… a vampire!" Vera cries, falling on her ass, filled with panic and terror as she begins to get away from Britney, seeing the blood thirst in her crimson eyes. “I'm sorry, Vera,” Britney, who has regained her senses after licking that blood, apologizes to Vera, then sinks her fang into Vera's neck. She slowly begins to feel satiated, but then, Vera continues to turn pale as Britney continues to drink, not close to feeling quenched.

I was so close that one of them suddenly grabbed me. "Fin!" I looked around at the entrance of the cave. "Fuck!" I said when i saw Clementine. I immediately put the wolf vampire to sleep by scratching my arm. "Let me go!" I turned to Clementine who was being held by two vampire men. "Fuck! Let her go!" I shouted and threw fire in their direction. I immediately teleported to the back of one of them and put him to sleep then I kicked the one who was still holding Clementine's arm and put him to sleep as well.

His deep, velvet voice asks. “You know what we want”, Tara says, taking a step further. The vampire she's talking to is a few inches from her and his well-built body is easily towering over her smaller frame, but she doesn't seem a bit fazed. It looks the other way around. The vampire looks scared of her. “Unbelievable”, he says, taking a step backwards. His face looks like he has just seen a ghost. “I see you recognize me now, interesting”, Tara says. The vampire turns and attempts to flee, but Tara strikes him down with just a flip of her hand. I can swear she didn't touch him.

†—†—†—† She'd let them bathe her when they insisted they would, she'd let them defile her face with heavy makeup but this, she wasn't going to do. "I'm not going to fucking wear that! No way!" She pointed at the skimpy one piece white chiffon skirt complimented with an equally despicable crop top that said 'bunny', that could barely cover her breast if she wore them. Not to even talk of the pink g–stringed pant that covered just her front. Was he planning on pimping her? This vampire dude was surely out of his mind. "His majesty wouldn't like that. He's given his orders, which was to wear you this."

Slowly, they advanced towards me, each step filled with sinister intent. Trembling with fear, I backed away, my body betraying me. I knew that screaming would be futile in this desolate thick forest, where no one would hear my desperate cries for help. A tortured scream escaped my lips as one of the vampires grabbed me and sank his fangs into the delicate skin of my neck. Excruciating pain flooded my senses and a tortured scream ripped out of my lips. The pain surpassed any agony I had experienced in my entire life. But as quickly as it appeared, the pain vanished.

"If this is about us being mates, I know and I don't mind. I know you hid it from me, but I forgive you. Don't be mad and confide in me. You said you love me, remember?" "I'm thirsty, Rinette," wait, that's it? What is wrong with this boy? "Should I get you water?" "Not water," he turned a little, showing me his face. I gasped, shifting back into the bed with fear. So far, I had never seen a bloodthirsty vampire's look. His face had gone paler beyond possibility, his eyes deep and pitch black. Red veins stretched out from his neck to his temples and forehead. He looked terrifying. "See what I mean? You'll fear me if you see this,"

"Hah! Yeah, right. Come on, everyone is afraid of something." "Not me." "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll even tell you my biggest fear." Harley laughed quietly through her nose. "You're a five hundred year old vampire, I highly doubt there is much on this mortal plane that can scare you." "It may seem like that, but I can assure you it's not the case." "Alright then, I guess I could tell you mine if you tell me yours." "Deal… but you first." "Okay, the truth is that I'm afraid-"

The death of a flower can turn into a weapon to kill vampires. Night The day when the full moon shines, they have arrived at Professor Yatshumi's castle. The castle is surrounded by thousands of trees that make a scary view. In the crystalline crypt of Francista, he didn't know what else to do. Suddenly Yondaime came to open the door where Francista was being held. Francista stood watching Yondaime change, she remained as before in the eyes of Francista. Yondaime hugged Francista that night, maybe Yondaime still loved Yorin. Yondaime suddenly shed fangs to suck Francista's blood, but it could not penetrate the skin of Francista's neck until her fangs returned. Francista's body glowed, but Yo