Old Books About Vampires Novels & Stories

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

Eyes may change shape, hands will change, and hair and eyebrows will gradually thicken and change color. She snapped the book shut and opened the next one. ...The belief in vampires and bloodsucking demons is as old as man himself and may go back to prehistoric times... Grabbing the last of the books she’d taken down from the shelf, she flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for. A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page

Fair point. He pulled a thick tome from the shelf. Dust billowed up when he opened it. "Julian's old. One of the oldest vampires still walking around. Which means there are records. Accounts. Stories about him scattered through history." He set the book on a small table in the corner. "We start here. European vampire registries from the 1600s. Work our way forward." Sat down across from him. I started reading. The work was slow. Tedious. Most of the text was in languages I hadn't spoken in centuries. French. German. Latin. Tormund translated when needed. Made notes in the margins. Cross-referenced dates and names.

They were fiction to humans, but all too real for people like Haydon and I. Slowly I skimmed the pages in one of the books and became fully aware of how much hatred vampire hunters had towards vampires. However, I realised that this was true mostly for the older generation. The generation my mom belonged to. Slowly I put the book down and headed to Haydon's bed where I sank gently into the duvets. Slowly I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, loving the potent scent of him. I was in an absolute state of peace when all of a sudden, I heard screams of agony coming from the room next door.

The prying sensation of the mind’s-eye. “Err—no. No, there’s nothing.” I tried to sound as confident in my answer as I could. But if this man had seen any thoughts concerning Dawn in my head, I might have been in trouble. “It is just these books… they really fascinate me.” “Ah, young vampires are always thrilled at first by the old tales of the Lobo. Some believe that there must be more to it than just ink on paper.” He spoke like a sage. Full of wisdom.

“Ward, what have you been able to find out?” His hand hovered over the worn, leather cover. “This book is very old. I believe it was likely written in the mid- to late-sixteenth century, possibly earlier. At that time, Vampires controlled much of Scotland and Ireland, as you know, and they would continue to dominate that area of the world for the next several centuries. It’s basically a manual for all sorts of information to be left for successors, should anything become of the kings and queens of the time, though they obviously expected to live forever.”

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

She sighed longed and exhale, her gaze constantly looking outside the veranda like her eyes were digging through something in the sky, a night where only the stars were glowing in their place but no moon. "Dad used to recite me the history when I was a small child. A history about the war between vampires and werewolves. He said they barely stand each other. My memories are vague about it as it was long before and I merely remember what he said. " "All he used to tell me was war history so grandma used to snatch me from Dad whenever he told me disturbing history. She believed I may get bad influence or get mentally disturbed and unhealthy if he tells me the violent history of war. I was just

Maybe I should do my independent research without my vampire guru this time. I tossed the books on my bed when I reached home. Mom was going to be real late tonight for she had a night shift at the hospital. I would read about vampires for once and for all. Then I snatched one of the nearest books and began skimming it on my bed. One book was about the history, origins and other general information about vampires, and also another was all about the folkloric tales and legends of various cultures and places. Only a few pages mentioned about the children of vampires and humans. And of course, they were exactly what Cammie had told me. I slammed the book shut.

"Pages are missing. A lot of them. And... some of it looks like blood." Her brows drew together, and she stood up, reaching for the book. I handed it over. She opened it slowly. Flipped through. "We don’t even have this catalogued," she said, voice low. "It’s not part of the official vampire section. Where did you find it?" "Top shelf. Back corner. Looked like it hadn't been touched in years." She frowned, then closed it. "This wasn’t on our list of acquisitions. It must have come from one of the estate donations. Old vampire houses sometimes drop things off anonymously. Some of them don't want certain knowledge traced back to them."