Vampire Painter Novels & Stories

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

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.

Lucien and Micheal looked pretty much pissed at the mention of the lustful men, although Archer's own fists were clenched yet he continued. "She spends most of her time in art, she is popular among the human pups because of her paintings," "She can paint?" Micheal grinned. "Yeah, in fact, she can paint very well and she is no less than a professional," Archer's voice was full of admiration. The other two vampires were as happy as their brother. "What else did you get to know?" Lucien question after a moment. "Before coming to this city, they lived somewhere else and that is still not disclosed," Archer replied.

"That I have secret fangs and will drain every drop of blood from you like a vampire?" "Was that... your attempt at humor?" I arched an eyebrow. Was this fucker reading my mind? If yes... I couldn't risk a single thought around him. "No—was it yours when you painted Penelope's Obsession? Pretty sure she wasn't handing that vampire her blood—it was her soul he slowly bled dry." I froze. He... he knew that painting? That was one of my earliest works, barely noticed outside a small circle. How the hell did he...?

I heard he does not only drink the blood of his victims, he goes as far as using the blood to paint on his canvas victoriously. “I spared your sister’s life the moment I saw your willingness to show up. I heard stories of one omega soldier who was hopelessly fearless, and for some reason, I craved to see her myself. I'm very much pleased to meet you, Ellie.” He said without looking at me. The way he said my name, like he was irritated by the mere thought of ‘Ellie.’ It meant light. Vampire's weakness. “Make no move, Edgar. I'm trying to get the plumpness of your rosy lips.” He made a glance at his male consort, and then back on the canvas. From where I stood, I could see his artistic work. I

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

However, it could’ve just been me imagining things. I walked toward the table. The Vampire had a nose piercing and looked still quite young, but the wisdom in his dark eyes told me otherwise. His hair was styled in spikes and his face had a dark, mischievous smirk. The hunter on the other hand was an old looking man with grey hair and a potbelly. He had piercing grey eyes and a look of tiredness on his face. As soon as I reached the table the vampire sniffed and beamed. "A Veneziano. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Are you sure that painting isn't a fake? Do you mean the original painting by Michelangelo?” He spoke. "Yes. There have been vampires in existence since the 13th century, and some of the paintings or weapons that you see here were taken by mortals but were later recovered. Additionally, some of the paintings and weaponry that you see here were stolen by vampires.” He spoke the following words: "My ancestors are somehow friends with him and do paintings with the greatest artists of all time including Leonardo da Vinci."

My heart dropped as I saw him in that condition. Couldn't stop my tears from falling cause I was seeing my best friend in the worst and miserable condition. I hold him as he was barely standing on his feet. "Who did this to you, Paul?" I asked him sobbing and wrapping him with my arms and laying him down to rest. "The Vampires" he struggled and uttered with a heavy tone and after hearing it, my blood flow rises in anger and vengeance for the creature 'Vampires'

Seeing him with a sadistic smile as he licked the blood off his lips. But all in all, I am ejoying the meals that the chef is serving and I got to meet new people too. I ate a lot of variety dishes. They were delicious even though I spent it with Mr Vamps whom I am to confirm. I might be wrong after all I have not seen him in the wrong. Only his pale skin nothing else. Those dreams may be wrong or true. I have been avoiding him since the party and when we engage in a conversation, it is him asking and me replying to his questions facing on the floor afraid to meet his eyes.