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Maybe seeing me this way would turn him off, maybe then he would see me for the monster I was and finally give up this pathetic fantasy. Instead, he came closer to me seemingly unfazed, reaching his hand towards my face. I stood there unmoving and without stopping him like my head was telling me to, curious to what his intentions were. My eyes narrowed instinctively as his fingers caressed my chin moving slightly in an upward motion. The familiar tingle followed his movements. I realized he was wiping some blood away that had dripped from my mouth. His fingers lingered on my lips as I watched his eyes glow with intensity and I imagined he was witnessing mine darkening at the same time. I gra

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

Aki said before tears started falling from her eyes. Neither of them could comfort Aki because they couldn't believe it themselves. "I've been following you guys since I saw you talking secretly every night. I learned about the ghoul thing, which makes me want to mock you two. But I thought there was some catch because something's fishy between you two. Until I saw that book," Aki said. She was referring to the book she stole from Raia that day. The other two looked at her while listening to what she was saying.

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I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

I told him so in a rush of words, my tears flowing. Gio’s hands slipped around my waist, his fingers splayed wide. “My soul?” He laughed. “I don’t have a soul, Keeley. You were the only good thing I had ever seen. So yes, I killed to keep it and I would do it again. I would burn the entire world if you wanted me to. My world is darkness, pain and bloodshed, and you…fuck, you are the only light I see.” I swallowed hard. I had always known he’d wanted me. Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew lust when I saw it in a man’s eyes, I saw it daily after all. But this was different.

He led the way, taking a torch off the wall, and the three of them walked through the opening and down an ancient, stone stairwell, twisting into the blackness. They finally reached the lowest levels, and continued down a corridor, barely lit by the torch. Finally, they reached a room. In it was a single object: a golden stand, on which sat a huge, ancient Bible. The ancient book must have been two feet wide and long, covered in an ornate casing of silver and gold. The three of them crowded over it. As Caitlin stared, she could feel the scroll heating up in her pocket, and she knew, she just knew, that this was the book from which the page was torn.

He quietly speaks so as not to disturb my line of concentration. The further I walk down the line of shelving the older the books become and the deeper the vibration and thrum become. It echoes through me and my skin prickles with goosebumps. Like a siren's silent song, I hear the whispers of ancient words. “Do you hear it?” I ask Crimson. “I hear it,” and I just catch the frown that covers his expression when the beat of the thrum turns to whispers and then becomes clearer. I stop when the voices are the loudest. Reaching up I pluck a book from the shelf. But the book is plain and when I open the pages, they are blank. The voices still whisper words I don’t understand.

Their explanation of tantra was truthful, if a little oversimplified. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub my temples. I need coffee, and by now the kids might have something for me, so I head back down to Chinatown, taking a detour into The Magickal Childe bookshop on West 33rd on the way. Of the stack of books I’ve spent my morning with at the library, the one title I’m fascinated by is the infamous Tibetan Book of the Dead, and now I wanta copy I can mark up. The shop is a cramped little hole in the wall that reeks of voodoo oils and herbs. Ceremonial swords and shelves of dusty glass jars cover the walls. A leather-bound copy of the Necronomicon takes pride of place in the display window and a