Vampires Sleep Novels & Stories

No, I have always been a vampire, so if I am a soulless, earthbound creature, then so be it. Right now, I think there is something deep inside of me that is driving me toward Emory Moonraker, though, and I have no idea what it is—but it is persistent. Back in my room, after I nearly took her on her first night in the castle, I am lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to determine what to do about it. It’s not true that vampires don’t sleep. We do. I do, anyway. Perhaps there are some that don’t need to, but on average, I need at least five hours of sleep each night to function. Otherwise, I am a monster the next day—literally.

And now I’ve found my true mate, my fated mate. I stroked her hair as I watched her sleep. Last night she had fallen asleep in my arms as she settled herself. That’s when I moved her into her bed and tucked her in. I did leave for a few minutes to get a change of clothes, and she was still sleeping soundly when I got back. I grabbed a blanket out of the basket in the living room and spent the rest of the night laying on top of the covers next to her in the bed. Vampires can sleep, but they don’t need nearly as much as other beings, a couple hours at most. I spent most of the night watching her; she must have been having a bad dream at one point because she began to mutter and whimper in her

Alex Vampires generally don’t need sleep. By sleep, I mean the deep, vulnerable kind that allows dreams to fade into focus and a body to go slack. Vamp kids, sure. They sleep all the time, but once our biological clock starts to slow, once necessary things like sleep make less of a difference in our overall performance, we generally don’t do it.

“It's quiet and peaceful. Not like the castle or the school where there is constant movement.” “What?” He frowned. “Don’t the vampires retire to their coffins in the mornings to get some sleep?” He burst out laughing and the image came to mind making me laugh. I actually never even thought about where the vampires slept. Or even if they did! It took some time, but we were slowly getting back to being comfortable again, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I would love that. Are you kidding? Show up in jammies.” “Show up? I’m here literally twenty-four hours a day.” “Oh, I thought you retreated into a coffin at night.” I rolled my eyes. “Vampires sleep during the day, first off.” She stuck her tongue out at me, then dropped her book into the box. I kept on watching her as she played god to her personal collection. I lost myself in a silly daydream where the books might have been cognizant in some form, eager to be held in the hands of their mother and to be told that she loved them enough to slide it back on the shelf. And then the heartbreak when they realized she didn’t lover them enough, locked in that freef

Willow said, looking at him. "I most certainly will not." She looked at the bed and quickly jumped on it, claiming it with her limbs spread out. "Now you can take the couch." She smirked. He shook his head. "You underestimate my abilities." "What do you even need a bed for? Vampires don't sleep." Wes held up a finger to correct her. "We can go days without sleeping, yes, but that does not mean we can't sleep. Our bodies need rest too." "Well... you can rest on the couch over there."

I was truly alone. “Madame De Sangre,” Storm finally whispered, still not having met my eyes, which was yet one more thing that pissed me off. “We are not vampires. We cannot function without sleep. We apologize for resting. We will make sure that we won’t both fall asleep again. We will sleep in shifts. I promise you that we will.”

It was nearly nine am when we both finally fell asleep wrapped in eachother’s arms, and aren’t vampires supposed to sleep during the day to avoid the sunlight? Then again, I have come to realize that I don’t know as much about vampires as I had thought I did. Which I guess isn’t too surprising, they wouldn’t allow their secrets to be broadcasted for all to know inside literature arts. There has to be some falsehoods hidden within their depths, and as I found out early this morning, vampires can in fact be in the sunlight.

“Just as soon as you explain how a vampire hates the sight of blood.” “I told you—” “I’m just kidding Little Flame” He smiled again. Tired, but genuine. “I’ll be good as new by morning. Just do me a favor, yeah?” His voice was soft again. I looked up, curious. “Go back to your room. Get some rest. You need it.” “I don’t want to sleep.” “You need to, Little Flame. I’m not taking no for an answer.” “I’m fine!” I snapped. “Vampires don’t sleep.”

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."