The Vampire's Wish List

By A. D. Baran

This is the story of a girl; a girl who dreamt of being dreamed about; casting an unmistakable light on the world. It was her wish to attain the heights of unparalleled beauty. She wanted to be somebody; and rise above the repetition and the downfall of the human female...
Athena could only wonder about how this could be attained-I can only wish-until chance showed itself to her; presenting an opportunity that could only be called destiny-and my wishes will become my lifediscovering
the book which would show her the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514439173

A. D. Baran

My name is Andrew Baran. I live in New Jersey. I have spent years in Richmond, Virginia, as well as, Miami Beach, and the big apple. I have also spent many hours in Amsterdam and the Pure Pleasure Strip club. This was all good fun; listening to Rock n’ Roll. I now spend time with my best girl. Her name is Joeza. The prettiest gal in the galaxy.

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The

Vampire’s

Wish List

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A. D. Baran

Copyright © 2016 by A. D. Baran.

Library of Congress Control Number:      2015921444

ISBN:      Hardcover        978-1-5144-3919-7

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                eBook              978-1-5144-3917-3

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Contents

Dedicated to

Ghosts of Amsterdam

Acknowledgments and Thanks

The reason a monkey does that

August

The Vampire’s Wish List

The Vampire’s Wish List: I need Blood

Best Wishes

Athena

Six, Six, Six

Stop, look, and like

Other Books

Music

Dedicated to

All the stars in the sky

All the ancient Gods and Goddesses

All the reasons to believe

All the ways we wish we were shining like the sun

All the times we could have been champions

All the words that seem to be for us

All the ways we used to think about love

And all the hearts that are pumping blood

In this, I know my heart is true, following my dreams into the darkness; where I know I will find my heart’s desire.

And for all the wild tales I told my father over Martini’s on my birthday

And I remember

Syd Barrett

Edgar Allan Poe

Vincent Van Gogh

And I especially remember Amber, Emma, and Lisa

And Pam, Raquel, and Dawn

And I remember

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Ludwig Von Beethoven, Friedrich Schiller, Kurt Cobain, Slade Martin, Vincent Duff, Keith Moon, Dick McLeary and Susanne Lonzapalma

And in my heart the memory of Miss Wilson

Ghosts of Amsterdam

Did you not ever see night gallery?

I am a night Junkie

Walking past pillars of red and blue

A moon reflecting straight off the canals

Staring straight at you

Sliding through skinny alleys

So I could smell her too

And I can hear her voice forever

Can you?

Dive into an ocean

And swim across the truth

Reach when she is reaching

You’re feeling absolute

Her hugs; they must be something

Detroit and on the loose.

Acknowledgments and Thanks

Hey Chris, thanks for reading my book!

My friends when they were near enough to hear my words;

And my cats; because they always listened.

My little Snoozy

My wonderful Crazy

My pretty Joezy

My only wish is she always feels better

And for my little Jeremiah because he was always waiting.

Behold the Turtle. He makes progress; only when he sticks his neck out

And remember. A Leopard can never change his spots

Viva, I live Myths alone

The reason a monkey does that

Cause she’s the monkey who loves to do that

Climbs up and thinks up your back

You spend yourself here by your rats

And all the while that she’s at

Your throat and she smiles at your blood

And if you could only find a way out

Of that hole in the ground in your mind

Where you can’t hear a sound

And I have no sight

And I have no mind

And I leave/lift my heart to the ground

And I know my name

And I hear my shame

Wonder if I can get out of this place

And I hear that you’re going to guide me away

And I smile and I see

I spend my whole life on a plane

Cause I’m the monkey who loves to do that

It feels good; but it never lasts

So, I wonder why the judge

Asked him just what

Why he’s so entertained

By her cut

You see that it’ all; so, so sweet

It’s like a piece of golden meet

August

My clear complexion

And dawn blue eyes

Are but a ploy

A bright disguise

My whited cloak

Does hide the scar

Of something deep

And worse and far

I bear a curse

Imprinted deep

My soul is gone

I cannot sleep

I lost myself

No love, no greed

I cannot hate

I cannot bleed

The Vampire’s Wish List

Vanishing Act-I need Blood

Red Roses

She found the book of ages

And knowledge tasted good

Her heart was red and ripened

You can see she understood

The world was filled with blood

Where she could find the time

To make every single one of her wishes

Come true and become so fine

Her looks were something special

And she gave this gift to you

As she took your life in seconds

There was not a damn thing you could do!

The Vampire’s Wish List: I need Blood

Athena was an ordinary girl-but ordinary is just not good enough today-in search of the extra-ordinary; looking for beauty beyond her wildest dreams, a body that could shake a man to his very core, prompting him to give up his immortal-soul; luring him into the Shake-Shack.

Athena sat at a roadside café contemplating these ideals-I bless myself to be their Idol-fantasizing about touching herself, carefully, as she was holding in her hands a book entitled-The Vampire’s Wish List-letting a stream of cherry red juice run down the corner of her mouth, slowly, subsequently biting the maraschino cherry exactly in two.

Athena was not an unattractive girl, and by most standards, she was hot; but in these new times, hot was just not good enough anymore. It was this very piece of knowledge that would drive her to the edge, scouring the internet for her ticket out, and up, and over the heap of humanity that had a bad habit of impeding her way. So, she ordered it online-The Vampire’s Wish List-reading it from cover to cover and back, again, until the very black and white words were turning blood-red before her eyes. It was stated clearly and concisely, in every manner that was conceivable, that blood was good; and the only avenue that led to the top-a place where I am meant to be-the very notion frolicking in her yet unfulfilled ego; supplanting-it with dreams and fantasies of her first bite; and the careful choosing she would have to undertake to make it all worth-while; while laying on her bed, situated in her middle-class bedroom, in her sleepy little bed-room community. The book spoke of how glorious it would be, for her to be the first girl on her block, to take the most logical step of all; dancing on just the other side of eternity, blessed with an endless beauty that would last longer than time itself. The very thought of this making her wetter than ever; as she was posing inside her A-Frame house. Athena was peering through a picture window. And straight into the eyes of a yellow moon that seemed larger in scope than it ever had before; and as opportunity knocked. It was also clear in the serious text of the book-you can tell no one-building your new existence in silent lucidity. The title of a song she had once heard pulsating through her heart; as she was climaxing under the sign of her new found love-the sweetest blood I can ever drink-leaving her exhausted, satiated, and excited in the face of her new life.

Athena placed her book under her pillow. She was preparing to have the most outrageous dreams. And this was the beginning of her true existence. She laid her eighteen year old head upon her soft white pillow; and the images began to flow. She dreamt of walking in the park. She was gaining the attention of a male figure; and as she was luring him into an alcove the promise of intimacy was expressed on her face. It was just that easy. She pulled him in close; and by looking gently inside his eyes. Athena was necking at the edge of the park with a complete stranger; and soft passionate kisses were being exchanged between two lovers. Athena could see and feel this happening. Her heart was beating harder. She had the male cornered. He was just twenty years old. His own hardness would betray him; and by leaving him open for anything. Athena was waiting with proverbial bated breath. She was edging ever nearer to his throat until the angle of approach was at its most opportune; and by breathing soft gasps of hot air into the nape of his neck. Athena was in control. She could smell his blood. And that’s when it happened. Without warning; and with great precision Athena made her move. She opened her mouth wide; and by taking his jugular like a lion takes a gazelle. She planted her fangs into his very life giving stream of fresh blood. Athena was utterly enthralled; and paying no attention to the struggles of her victim. His kicking and shaking gradually came to a halt. And he was now light and limp like a bag of feathers in her hands. The man was drained completely of blood. Athena placed the body at her own feet and walked away satiated. It was the coming-out party of a fantasy life that was entering the realm of the physical world. In Athena’s mind there was nothing she couldn’t do; including enjoying every minute of it.

It was now and forever, that Athena hoped her new life would grow, endlessly, expanding her mind; retaining certain guidelines by heart-to feel their last beating breath-producing unknown chemicals in her brain, gaining her earthly fortune by sucking the blood out of unwary victims, filling her dark soul to its heart’s content. Athena knew what she had just done. What she had just experienced was not a dream. It was a recollection of something that had just happened; and an episode that would require repeating and retweeting for millenniums to come; as her fan base grew astronomically.

Athena smiled brightly. She liked being liked. Being popular was very important. Winning the hunger games was paramount. Athena bristled with success. She had won. Her victim fell like so many pounds of dead flowers. His life was sacrificed for a greater good. Athena was becoming incredibly beautiful. Her wishes were coming true; making finding the book seem like a Godsend.

Athena loved her book. She was now a girl of arts and letters. The Vampire’s Wish List ruled. Athena was in love with learning new things. She now knows she loves the taste of blood. When she is thirsty, she will drink. She can choose to leave some of her victims; the persons she bites to remain in a state of slavery, beholden to the very scent that she oozes; and they will be there willingly, if only, to do her bidding. It could be all very complicated, making decisions; so she must study her prized possession-a vampire’s wish list-ever more closely, perfecting the fine nuances of being a vampire; learning her slow but sure ascension to the top-it was where I belonged-she was sure to say-and your blood is mine-if she dared to give warning to any further prospects; those desperately deserving of her love-bite. This was the way she had it figured out; manifest destiny in her mind-they were born to be drained by me-leaving them like a sack of flowers where they fell-poor souls-or were kept in a trance of which only she held the key.

Athena walked down a flight of Victorian stairs, soaking up the ambience of a house built before the birth of her parents. It was supper time, and appearances being what they were, she knew she must eat dinner with her family. It was true she still had an appetite for human food-I wonder if this will always be true-reflecting on her favorite book of all-time-it said it was a matter of individual chemistry-licking her lips-and how much you wanted it-deciding she could have a snack and repast; Athena reflected on how much she had once loved chicken wings-and not a soul makes them like my mother-now she was being torn apart; a thought pattern teaching her soon to be, no longer human, yet eternal, flaming red immortal heart-things will be different; now and forever.

Athena remembered the long chapter on living the normal life-I wish I was a full-blooded Romanian-being as it seems that that ancestral chain was the closest to the root of vampire evolution-see chapter twenty three-causing her to smile, poking the inside of her upper lips, with the nubs of her budding fangs; the chaos of transformation rushing thru her lovely body, adjusting her make-up and composition, like an alien hormone, drenching her in a sea of blood-lust; mixing with lust in the most normal sense of all-American horniness. The prospect of this volcanic explosion that was just over the horizon made her sigh deeply; holding her breath and the hiding place for her book of magic in a place of honor-I wish I was a vampire-and the number one wish causing her to gush for reasons most seeming; a closed smile keeping her longer than normal incisor’s just plain out-of-sight. It was this brand new demeanor that caught her mother’s attention, as she saw her daughter enter the kitchen, with what seemed to be an overt sense of victory-so, how was your date last night?-subliminally being thanked for coming home on-time, along with a simple question, which was her mother’s appreciative meaning; pleasing Athena with a cumulative notion that she was winning, and that she had successfully pulled it off; releasing her to enjoy the moment and the secret. A life she was starting to dominate; becoming an amazing star-I can have it both ways-exemplifying her nature of deception. Athena simply sat down and said it was great, a walk in the park-a movie and a snack-and home in time for her beauty sleep; recollecting the sweet water fall of bloody red dreams, figuratively swirling in her bed, remembering how she was pulling, not yet thick enough black draperies closed tightly-hey, mom, can we go shopping on the weekend for new curtains, I saw a set in a fashion magazine?-asking her mother politely; informing her that complete darkness was the way for a body to rest completely, in the most serene state. Her mother, whose name was Nancy, said-sure, let me see the example out of the magazine, maybe I could make them for you-and nothing could make Athena happier-having family members become part of the process-unwittingly, eager, and without a clue. Her mother could never guess that her daughter was becoming a vampire. And very clearly, this made Athena extremely happy; making Athena’s pretty, manipulative eyes sparkle-that would be fantastic, mom-bringing her mother that much closer to the hearth; and the granite stone alive in her dreams-where she could sleep the sleep of an immortal-biting into a chicken wing, trying as she might to distinguish its flavor, give it a reason to be applauded; Athena produced a bubbly effervescent smile. This was nothing but a ruse. Vampires did not like chicken. Athena wanted blood. She wanted fresh pints of human blood; something appealing to her taste buds. Please give me what I wish for; blood was much more appealing. Having what you wanted was truly satisfying. This is what Athena was thinking, while swallowing the chicken; settling for the moment-this will all take more study, discipline and meditation-dreaming about drinking blood all the time; and leaving the good graces of society forever.

It was time to enter the sanctuary of her room, making mental notes of her human family, her younger sister and brother, her mother, and of course her father. It was a typical family unit-but they would never understand me-rising; Athena wanted to be alone. Doing homework was an excuse for closing her door; as she was creating a chance to grow. Athena was secretly craving blood. And desperate to read, turn the page, and understand the words of her gift-I was meant to find this book-melding with the notion of preternatural destiny; coming closer to the idea of eternity. Athena opened her Wish List to an arbitrary page-bend your soul, wishfully, and drink from a broken cup-pushing Athena to a fervent belief in lying in wait, planning her next move carefully; making her skin tingle, going over in her mind, relishing the sweet taste of human blood, as it washed down the back of her throat, filling her with ultimate joy; as she was remembering the look in the eye of the unsuspecting male-who are you?-the faded look in his eyes; his dilated pupils giving her a sense of purpose-die with the knowledge that you’re doing it for a good cause-the last words he would ever hear. It was a wonderful life and a world of discovery. Athena smiled; as she was being entertained-they were put in my path to feed my need-finding it necessary to deliver the author’s appellation; pronouncing his name, thusly, out loud. The writer of-The Vampire’s Wish List-was fast becoming her idol.

Athena went to school the next day, and the next; and her next reaction was that she was judging the class with the eyes of a predator. She was giving each potential victim a number. One thousand stood for outstanding. Blood was the common denominator. Grade created the highest denomination-what denomination are you? It was becoming a dream filled world of hers-everyone breathing for Athena! The magic hour was at hand; and a line was forming, by those, only too happy to pay the rent, ultimately, paying with the largest currency; and generously filling up her wish list.

Athena was sitting with her feet hanging precipitously over the edge of an ancient bridge, her legs suspended in the air, head bent back into the black opal pool-narcissism was being reflected-believing to dive in deep-the only thing important in life-is taken like a version of a virgin whose vestal runlets were rushing over the brook of wisdom, crossing over a chasm, where only the chosen were allowed. Beautiful. It was an allowance that needed to be fed and satiated; as she was coming into her own-I am proud to drink your blood-Athena was broaching her sin with deadly accuracy.

The clock was striking; a large face with numbers. I counted twelve. Lunch was being served. Boring! Athena was surrounded by the mundane; and secretly wishing for blood. She sat at the head of the table and was watching the pizza get munched-I can relate-gleaming the fancy, saucy, blood red sauce, as it dripped from the corners of their mouths; partaking in the lust for sustenance-eat as they do; and earn their trust-eating what you were expected to and marveling-delicious-Athena spoke from the other side of her mouth. Mariana could only agree; and by saying this with fervor-yes-bringing a well-groomed smile from the angles of Athena’s mouth-the mouth was the way-spinning a tale inside the castle of Athena’s mind-it’s really good-taking a bite, Athena was acting, just like everything was as it should be-a mystery built behind her pretty features-besting the light and sharing a like; and delighting in her friendship with Mariana.

The world was constantly moving, and events were ever-changing, bringing us all closer and farther apart-did you hear about James?-Athena asks; and reporting-I heard he was found in the park; suffering from a severe bite, an animal bite-keeping her mouth open, Athena, was playing games. She waited for the shock and awe-how is he?-the simple human question coming from the always thoughtful and genuinely concerned Daniela; a beautiful expression of sadness pressed into her humanity. A moment of compassion was fixed inside her eyes. It was mixed with a perplexing anxiousness. Expressing that no explanation would be good enough; as Daniela had a sixth sense of such things, and a willingness to resist built deep inside, imprinted in her heart, which was cast out of shadows. Daniela had clairvoyance. Some might say she was a divine spirit. She knew something strange had happened to her friend-James is a good friend of mine-they all knew and liked James; and the news was very disconcerting, breaking down the walls of their sleepy little town, nestled in the foot hills of Vermont. It was and had to be Athena that broke the silence-at least he’s still amongst the living-a twisted reaction coming from the canniest girl in the group-that’s an odd way of putting it; under the circumstances-a slice of antipathy coming from the mouth of Babes; the voice of reason and speaking with her own free will. It was Rachel who said-we need to go see him! It was a way of making her point; and thrusting her authority into her good friend’s outlook. This was the usual rapport between rivals that doubled as friends-that’s what I was going to say-a rebuffing of the convivial conversation that teetered on the balance of not going her way-I didn’t know he would come back-a thought captured in the vault of Athena’s mind.

Athena remembered getting high after such an attack, drinking in the drugs that were in the system of her betrothed, her wedded bliss, her bite of unrequited love-I love them a lot-without their acquiescence I feel even hotter; and by sucking in their life’s blood and whatever else it contained-I love the sensation of drawing the blood from the brain and entertaining the substances that have lived thru the liver of my victim; making me push my hand down my pants in mid-bite-and the dream continues, the wishes are being fulfilled, a giant jigsaw puzzle is on the verge of completion-they lift their heart to the ground-mesmerized by her hips; and invaded by the hope. James Macbeth had become smitten. He had spent the night getting high. Then Athena appeared. She was hot and getting hotter. James was helpless. He was horny. He wanted to have sex with Athena. James was hooked. He was about to get bit. Athena gave him that look. She was comely and her eyes said she was available-you found my secret spot-as she was speaking softly, Athena, was extremely sexy. And by biting James she would become prettier still.

In the darkness, admiring Athena’s beauty, James was being lulled into a false sense of security. His guard was dropped-I guess maybe I have?-responding to Athena’s declaration; and smiling. James offered Athena some blow. She gladly accepted; and in lightning fashion she severed his jugular vein. Fantastic. Athena was already feeling the effects of the cocaine as the blood of James Macbeth was dripping down the back of her throat.

Athena was functioning as an ordinary student in the day light; and at night she was pure evil. The kind we all know and love. The devil in a blue dress; as she was literally protected by the vampire’s number one wish-to live under the sun, do drugs on the run, drink blood and have fun-kissing James on the lips, allowing him to die happy; and by sharing his blood. Athena had gotten what she desired; a devoted follower. James had died trying to get what he wanted. It is what it is-twenty three seconds after a fresh infusion of premium blood; and you could tell upon first suck if the sanguine liquid being swallowed would make the grade-making Athena incredibly shine. It was true. She was a successful vampire. And nothing breeds success like success. Athena admired her work. James Macbeth was dead; or in the service of the queen. That was the objective. Find special blood and suck the victim dry. The book was very clear on this point; and by bringing about an unquenchable search for special blood-I’m hot-blooded-she could hear them yelling-check it and see-making Athena twitch in her seat with the idea of it; and wondering about the wish-list and nothing else.

Athena walked into her room, refreshed from fresh blood-keep it fresh-admiring the world, her walls, a pretty living space, a place to sleep and dream; read the Vampire’s Wish List. Athena loved her life-like paint job, the book of deeds setting upon her shelf, a log of her handy work, written in code in case of nosy noses, in need of neck inspections-a total draining of their blood via the jugular vein-making Athena laugh-I wonder if that makes me a juggler-admiring her art; and the act of aggression performed on any soul unlucky enough to cross her path-I’m still wearing the cross-biting throats on the side. It was an avocation the world could never understand-I was born to drink your blood-a seminal thought tangled in the grace and grey matter of Athena’s well-developed mind, causing mindlessness in her victims-I prefer to report them as strangers in the night-revering each individual penetration with a heart of gold; something learned before a line was crossed-I cannot forget what they were and what they are becoming-wasting not a drop; as she was refusing to pose as a fear-monger who feeds on the defenseless lives of members of the animal kingdom; an act of deception that would never pass as true vampirism-what a laugh-to drink the blood of lambs. I am a vampire-and if I see you tonight, in a shiny moon-light, it will be your destiny to fall at my feet, and beg for mercy out-of-the-corner-of-your-eye.

The room she had created, bringing in each piece with the subtlety of a large cat, making every move an act of silent assiduousness; like a magician making a rabbit appear from her hat. Athena’s living conditions seemed to come from the collective imagination of all those that were around her; simply hypnotizing the inner-brain of her tightly-knit family, so they would consider every change before their eyes, as choices they would have made themselves-another lesson well-learned from the book of wishes-as they came true with a dose of hot concentration; inspired by the book-I find my needs fulfilled in the Vampire’s Wish list-I find my secrets are stars shining in deep space, willing me to go forward, lounging on my roll-top couch covered in crimson-velveteen; making me feel at peace, resting comfortably, and patiently until my next conquest. In my dreams I am remodeling my brain, conjuring-up such places in my imagination, areas that are secluded, situated in unearthly splendor-I wait at the end of a long path, stand, waiting, unwearyingly on a mound of earth; the prettiest star in the sky shines. I am beautiful, unable to be resisted, a willing sacrifice is on his way, his purpose is to prolong and exaggerate my physical beauty; he does this knowingly, in his soul, willingly, promising with every beat of his healthy heart-until my eternal bliss is broken by the familiar voices, calling me from my natural life; and I can hear them say-time for dinner-contradicting what I truly hunger for-I will be right there-pretending that things are completely normal; and knowing full-well that time is on my side.

The days and nights of Athena were flourishing; as she was making herself laugh with the silliest of things-what a Name! Great Neck, Long Island-absolutely making her crack-up, an inside joke, my favorite destination; an example of fluid perfection, a place to retire to, spend my golden years of endless life hidden in a cottage made of wood, a wooden adherence to orders-living for my own well-being, absorbing the life-blood of human kind; and until my cup runneth over-making Athena laugh that much harder, taking steps to appear girlish, with a foolish grin plastered on her face-it was working-my slow transition to becoming a full blooded vampire, invisibly, under the noses of my nearest, and dearest family; as this was taking place, urging me to become an authentic success-I sure am starving-acting from the soul; and never a more absolute truth coming from the mouth of a teenager. An eighteen year–old girl on the verge of something great-and most unexplainable-pulling her chair out, to sit in her spot, to take in her nourishment, to be a lucky person not to go to sleep hungry-a piece of contradiction twisting Athena’s gut, as she bit into the rarest part of the prime-rib, Adam’s rib-a fantasy scenario spinning its wiles in her untamed lust-I really want to drink the blood of man-enjoying the kudos for her lustful appetite-enjoy-her mother smiling over her oldest daughter as she took the meat from the bone-I have a plan for tonight, to sneak out of the house, in search of a volunteer, a stop at Apple’s, a local bar full of horny guys; as they were invariably hoping to be bent and shaped into a giant pretzel, almost, begging to be drained of humanity, have their blood sapped, reducing them to a newer shade of whiteness; blissfulness plainly existing for the purpose of satiating Athena-it could be that easy, as some guys were only too happy to be sacrificed-yes, I’d like some more-answering yes to her mother’s inquiry as to whether she would like more bloody meat-of course I would; I love it-making her mother smile for all the wrong reasons.

It was a delicious meal, a real treat, and pretty soon all she would be able to eat off the table would be-steak tare tare-bloody-barely cooked meat-extremely-raw-were getting closer says the book, cradling it in her arms; and Athena was glad to be alive, standing on her subtly longer legs, admiring her black crepe draperies which hung to the floor, as they were edging against the pitch-black carpet that she had talked her father into installing-there is a grand design-rubbing Athena’s belly from the inside-all according to the book’s prognostication-twisting and turning the young insides of this young girl’s pretty systems-pretty, pretty please, all I need is blood-condoning and conversing all the things in the good and the bad books I have read-systematically sending blood back and forth to Athena’s heart in twenty three seconds-like every other blood-pumping animal in the realm of the descendants of Eden.

The night was young and a fiery temple designed for the living; and Athena was wearing her best fittingly fatal-Fem fatale-finery made just for such an occasion; and she was slipping out of the house, stealthily, sneaking away from the mouse; and into the land where there were creatures stirring, in fact waiting, unwittingly wanting, hiding in there sub-conscious-believe it to be a wish-copious notes becoming ingrained in Athena’s sultry mind, exercising her acutance, before they truly knew what was happening-I know they desire this-rules being made pointed by the fangs that were slowly becoming hard to hide-beguile them with your mind-leaving your teeth in their neck-the trick of hiding your heart when you wear it as a smile-the very tip of the pyramid in the Vampire’s Wish list; as it was being explained in the kingdom of meta-physics-it will all come to you when you need it most-pleasantly surprised to find her love-teamo-in the end. And when I am finished-and I am licking blood from the edges of my fangs-it was becoming Oh! So! Clear! What was happening under a cherry moon? I am necking, snogging, placing, putting my tongue in his mouth, he is hardening, yet being softened by my touch, tilting his head naturally, to an angle where I can open my mouth wide, breathing down his neck, catching the glint of life and lust in the corners of our eyes, we both close them for the final stages, as he enjoys the suction I perform on his throat, until it is too late, or perfectly timed, granting me my position, I can feel his will lessen, being engaged by the sharp slants of my newly born eye-teeth. Sensational. They are beautifully enameled; and he becomes enamored as he is being teased into sub-mission, listening to the first release of blood, hissing, being consumed by my fresher-newer, new-fangled appetite.

The body of her victim dropped like a sack of potatoes falling to her feet; a lifeless, bloodless corpse being lain on the altar of sacrifice-it would only be a matter of time to see how he would respond to this process-remembering the lessons inside the Vampire’s Wish List-if you give them a kiss on the lips, letting them taste their own blood, they may rise from the dead, becoming the un-dead, being reborn with only one mission imprinted in their one-track minds; living to serve their master-and of course, Athena would control their newly found personality-or they would remain drained of life, remaining where they lie, until they were discovered, adding to the ever-increasing supply of corpses being found in the heart of Athena’s hometown-giving Athena the inspiration to become the home-coming Queen of the damned.

The next morning brought two things-you look lovelier each day-a cheerful recognition coming from the lips of Athena’s mother; the other being the stalwart voice of her father, peering over the edge of his morning newspaper-they found another dead body, it was found in the park, right here in Spring lake-however, there was no mention to the fact that the body had not one drop of blood left in it-it would be hard to explain-as Athena explained she was not very hungry, picking-up her books, looking at her breakfast without taking a bite; making a mental note in her mind-drinking what you wanted and eating what you needed to fit in-causing Athena to giggle out loud-what’s so humorous?-an interested question coming from her father-Nothing!-Athena shedding her smile; as she was attempting to deal with the remaining conflict of her humanity.

It was a sunny day, the day after victim number three, as hot blood was traveling thru Athena’s veins, and she was digesting last night’s intake; Athena was being torn from the natural world as she was entering the under-belly of the land of limitless cravings-my need to drink human blood was surpassing all my human desires-leaving the remnants of her compassion in the ether. It was a netherworld where social graces were left bent and broken in her soon to be non-existent soul. This was something she never expected. And Athena felt a terrible longing. Her body was now filled with sorrow. She had come as close to being human as she ever would. Those days would soon be over. Athena was leaving everything behind; and losing life’s endless possibilities. Athena sighed. She could feel something diminishing inside her soul. It was like the withdrawal from a powerful drug; as she was bending her over at the side of the road letting the school bus pass her by; and leaving her there praying to an unknown deity-I am becoming immortal-Athena was wrestling with the beginning of transformation. Her heart was being torn. There were decisions to make. And by regaining her composure and attempting to gain some control over her irresistible need for blood-I am an addict of the rarest kind-shielding her eyes from the sunshine-it’s too late now-Athena was turning her back on the Lord. A Lord she had never seen; and giving into her greed-if I need it, I will take it-walking to High School, now as if nothing was wrong, and all was as it should be, Athena was purging guilt from her human nature and touching the dark side with the tip of her index finger that was now more beautiful than ever; and with an extremely important point-I have the touch; and I am Lord and Master-just like that Athena has come alive inside her dreams; as she was playing games with original sin and becoming an agent of the anti-Christ.

In the morning mist, in the tunnel she traveled thru, Athena was given time to think, and examine her existence up until this point in time; as she was building a bridge inside her mind, in order to cross over to the other-side, to make a new home, and be released from her place of origin-I will always have the right to return; and to swallow the most abundant natural resource the world has ever produced-of course there was a reason; to have a population explosion-feeding the hungry-creating a plethora of necks, jugular veins, throats to be lusted after-I respond to the pulse-walking in time to the beat of the city and the town, ultimately, turning the world into my village; and existing on the plasma, platelets, red and white blood-cells; a gourmand of the blue, purple, pink, rose petals, oxygen-enriched climax of the blood escaping the body-it’s all for you, Athena-a voice inside her head that was feeding her the language; and an apprentice making the grade, drinking the loot, indulging in the prize; as she was leaving the carnival stand in the hands of a winner-you are mine tonight-the doll’s eyes of Athena awaiting the moment of truth.

The world was tumbling blindly before her. She would be there to collect the bounty; and by creating the new and improved Athena. It was the deluxe version of the flesh and bone princess, drinker of human-blood, taker of athematic souls-I do the arithmetic-playing with her long slender fingers, counting the reasons why she should have what she wanted-I win when they lose-brightening her day, hidden behind mirrored sun-glasses on a less than sunny day. Athena was off to school. This was the breeding ground for potential clients-the world is my oyster-draining their shells under the bellows of a fair-haired moon. It was going to be a good-life, a journey well past the breakers, finding solace for the loss of her subjective soul-I drag my victims to the deep end-laughing in a way that keened her sensibilities-forming not a salty tear in her eye-coolly-and lastly becoming their immortal beloved-believing in her eternal sophistication-they are below me; and looking for the way-Athena is only too happy to show them; and it’s the last thing they will ever see.

The authorities were moving in on the mystery of dead bodies; and the deceased left strewn throughout the lay of the land-the majority of them are found in the park; in secluded areas-a detective trained in observation was foraging through his notes-the victims were drained of every single drop of their blood; leaving no blood on the scene-repeating out loud to his partner what he already knew.

The sun was rising somewhere in the east and bringing a dull light to be shown on the white blankness of the male lying on the grass-he almost looks like he’s smiling-the second detective making an observation-it’s as if he was happy when the action occurred; when his life-giving substance was systematically siphoned from his body-making the first detective to add-I denote the expression of pure submission-giving the second detective an avenue to augment-I’d laugh at your way with words; but there is no other way to explain it-then jotting down notes in his own notebook-victim appears satisfied with the result-casually looking over to his partner-I want a toxicology as fast as possible-insinuating that this might be a case involving a willing participant-I’m considering the idea that our departed friend over here may have been involved in a ritual suicide-carefully explaining; as to what he thought might have happened-some other person possibly had his hand on the controls-and his hand firmly wrapped around the joy stick; as he was making love with death. It was a sick idea. The first detective just nodded. He was scribbling something in his notebook; and referring to himself in his own mind-when I write my book I want to be known as the Green Mountain scribbler-which made him laugh in effigy-it takes all kinds-interjecting his opinion of the case at hand-what would we do without the bizarre reflection of our close relation to Narcissus?-posing a question and aiming it at nothing in particular; Detective Hart Blood was wondering out loud if the nature of man was inevitable.

In a fancy vehicle, not far from the crime scene, with a radio blaring a universal motto-I like it like that-Athena was making time; and she was getting hits and attracting attention on her own terms; as she was doing the Damsel in distress routine and exalting a tap-dance on the id-of-man as she was obviously the only female on the isle-of-man; and feeding the ego of the male by her side, the one who picked her up on the cross of the road; and as he was smiling that smile that said-how lucky did I get?-piercing the vertical plane, flying high, getting triggered by the white line-try some of this; it’s out of this world-speaking words into the ear of the presumably ingenuous Athena. The man behind the wheel was speaking to the Goddess of war-to pretend is my gift from God-Athena keeping her cards close to her vest, hidden underneath her skirt, out-of-sight, out-of-mind; and as she was seemingly playing into the hands of the unwary player; the good-sport unknowingly being groomed to be a trouper-this is going to be fun-acting as if the Porsche racing stripes were holding her in their affluent high-speed rapacious hypnotizing embrace. The man behind the wheel said he knew of a place, an intimate hide-away; tickling her fancy with his access to money-blinded by power-spellbinding the attractive passenger like he had all those times before; and unwittingly being led into the Lion’s den-be prepared to be devoured-silence acting in its most deadly manner-I’d love to spend some time with you-Athena spilling her mendacious guts-but all I want is your blood-more thoughts better off kept in the dark, as the Porsche found itself at its final resting place-be welcomed into the valley of the Kings, truly your life is cut short, only to live in infamy; feeding my unquenchable thirst for what you once had-a diabolical wish plucked from the book of wishes; and after now being committed to memory-I’ve never been here before-a lie told in plain English, the language of love, penetrating words spoken for the necessity of the moment-they will believe anything-a truth voiced from the experiences that have crowded Athena for the majority of her lusted-after life.

It was a lovely room. The lights being dialed down to muted and manifested-red. And a relevant smile being performed on both the mouths of the informed and the about to be uninformed-I’m afraid so-sanguine linguistics coming from the simply lovely voice of Athena when the owner of the Porsche finally becomes aware of his true nature-you mean to?-again the luxury of submission introducing itself into the equation-it’s better than sex-an auditory climax thrust into the brain of the rich man.

Athena knew she could leave. And be released from the scenario of her own creation-I am the shadow in the night-abandoning nothing but the unlucky loser lying at her feet. Athena was wishing it all into the annals of time; and a fabric spread across the remembrance of the extras-read all about it-picturing the headlines. Athena could visualize the newly invented Athena Martin writing her memoirs-this is something I would want to know about-fantasizing about the incredible truth that she was laying down upon the altar of life.

Athena was wearing red, white and black-I’m retroactive-performing an age-old act; as she was drawing blood from the populace of man; man-dingo-I’m here to suck your blood-making her laugh as she was becoming an advocate of dreams fulfilled-I need them in a fraction of my life-wasting not a moment in her coming or her going-I’ll be back; but not here-promising to execute dream-fulfillment for a wanderer in the forests of the night.

Athena could not have slept easier; as she was increasingly being satiated by each and every new victim. But defining them as victims was not the way Athena was made to feel comfortable. This was only how the world would perceive her carnage. What a sorry world indeed; and one that would use such a useless word. They could never understand. Those that were being sacrificed were damn lucky. As they were blessed to sacrifice their existence in exchange for the amazing beauty that was becoming Athena-just know you’re doing it for a good reason-such a lovely credo; and tag-line to the movie that will be made in the honor of Athena’s myth; and pulsating on the screen for eons to come, climaxing in the visceral, vice-driven psyches of the beast that is named mankind-I do what the world has always done; except it is for a better-end-knowing full-well the world could never deny her logic, her love, and her ever-increasing abundant lust-licking her lips in the twilight; as she is digging the moon-beams that were cross-hatching her bed-Athena was sleeping alone; but not for long-I must pick a partner-slumbering with the Vampire’s Wish List.

Athena’s sweet-dreams were broken on a lazy Saturday afternoon; as she was the recipient of unexpected and unwanted visitors-Athena?-the tightly worried voice of Athena’s mother at the side of her bed-there are two detectives down stairs; they say they want to talk to you-leaving Athena in a strange situation; as she was wondering all the while how she would put these two nosy-dicks in their place-I will mesmerize all those who infringe on my glory-as her wish list was coming back to her hard and fast-okay, mom, I’ll be right down-never batting an eye-lash or asking what the problem might be; a cascading invincibility was coursing its way through Athena’s veins. She could certainly see false steps. And smell flights of fancy; as Athena knew she would always find a way to win.

The detectives waited at the bottom of the stairs. Their investigation had led them here. There was evidence connecting Athena Martin with all the victims. The policemen were just doing their job; and taking the lead where it led them. It was their purpose to protect and serve; and they only had the law to help them see as they waited at the bottom of the stairs in order to get a good look.

Athena could and would make things difficult; and make them see things in a different light-I slip into your subconscious; so you never see it coming-rapid salvos of vengeance dancing in the ever expanding universe-they don’t know who they’re dealing with-falling for the super-charged, electric, relevantly changing morality of Athena the Great-and all the whiles she’s at, your throat, and she smiles at your blood-already conjuring the scenario in her mind. And how she will drain them of their blood; as Athena is laughing sweetly to herself-you won’t believe your eyes-citing the words of the Master. Athena loves quoting the anonymous writer of the book-drink the blood of humanity and be released from the chains of the human condition-a natural flowing logic pining away in the hidden-heart of Athena’s mind. And as she was wearing a pretty, flower print summer dress, it was easy to charm the so-called detectives-you see what I want you to see-collecting the magma of their easily influenced egos; and putting them away for a rainy day-you all have the same weakness-and that will be your own undoing-so, gentlemen, what do you need from me?-breaking their will with the mere movement of her waist-I wear no panties for your benefit-injecting earthly foils into the mix-they understand their own end easier that way-another wish come true; as Athena invites them to take a seat at the foot of her throne-what brings you into this neck of the woods?-playing simple mind games with her future suitors-their blood will suit me just fine-amassing a wish-list with the specifications of a pyramid-at the top I will be all-knowing, all-seeing, all-being-offering her interrogators her full attention-where were you yesterday at three-thirty in the afternoon?-a straight forward question coming from the taller of the two inquisitors whose name was Blood-Detective Hart Blood-making it impossible for Athena to not let out a laugh-I was behind the school necking with one of my boyfriends-which was the truth. Athena was getting warmed-up; and by testing her resolve-I will decide when and where-Athena was quietly planning her next move-and at what time I will make them fall at my feet as their wishes become my own-more silent lucidity dancing in the nether reaches of Athena’s singular way of thinking-I hope that helps-adding a slew of disinformation; and by using her God-Given female nature. Athena was making things hard-it has been made known to us that you were seen in the car of a rich business man-and here’s the bad news-we found this man in a hotel-pausing and taking the time to let details materialize, Detective Deke Throck-Morton, was carefully delineating-and let me put it this way; he was able to tell us not a thing-a narrowing of Athena’s eyes deciding for the parties at hand that she did not appreciate the detective’s manner of speech-what my partner is trying to say is; the man was found dead-not mentioning his complete lack of blood-I was in the woods kissing my boyfriend-the cool confidence of Athena’s voice rising to an air of serenity-if there is anything else I can help you with, please, let me know detectives?-as Athena was handed two cards. She made it perfectly clear that the party was over-okay, detectives, I thank you for your time-ending the interview at her earliest convenience, Athena, was relegating the two interlopers to a spot on the curb, where they could scratch their heads, and dream about what she had underneath that summer dress, the one with the lovely flower print-I don’t see how she could have anything to do with such a crime-the dictionary words of Detective Deke Throck-Morton coming out like the holy gospel. He was hooked and wearing his blood-type on his sleeve. There was no doubt about it. Athena’s blood colored magic was working.

Detective Deke Throck-Morton lit a cigarette. It seems like he had just experienced an orgasm. That’s how Athena worked. She made you feel special. Detective Hart Blood could only agree; and he had this to say-I hear what you are saying; and I saw what you saw-a puzzle of an answer coming from the discriminating lips of Detective Hart Blood-and now we have five empty corpses-that sums it up; a bunch more head scratching and a plate piled high with the great unknown-how can we explain that the victims were drained of their blood entirely?-flabbergasted that they were even considering for a moment that a high school student was a suspect-she was with that man-the logically trained mind of Detective Deke Throck-Morton was pursuing the conversation-she says she has an alibi-and he understood that all the crime scenes were completely free of blood. Detective Deke Throck-Morton could only wonder how anybody could perpetrate such crimes. And how could Athena Martin have committed such atrocities? She was such a lovely gal. That was the answer. Lighting up a cigarette after sex was always the best answer; and when it came down to it. Detective Deke Throck-Morton would have to vote not guilty. And his logical mind would gladly find succor in the taste of one very special cigarette.

It was the night of the school dance, a chance for all the students to get their groove on, playing the parts from every film made for teenagers around the world. A great big get-together for the seniors-she looks good enough to eat-a sparkling observation by Zeke, the Quarter-Back of the football team, poking the imaginary elbow into his prime-receiver-she’s changing, she was always cute, but now she’s downright edible-unable to keep his eyes off of Athena; and getting deeper and deeper into the river of his hormones. Zeke was being sucked in by her pheromones; and doing back-flips in his mind-I want a taste of that-still leering at the ethereal beauty on the periphery of his lust. I know what you mean-the voice of the leading pass-catcher on the team. He was doing nothing but agreeing with his pitch and catch partner-I really never noticed her before-while licking his lips-but now I think I can smell her from here-perpetuating the fantasy that Athena had set in motion. Zeke turns to his friend. And says to his teammate-I’ll see you later-brushing past his buddy-I saw her first-just like Athena planned it; as she was dreaming about the last drop of blood the young-stud had to offer.

On the dance floor-Athena, you look ravishing tonight-Zeke zeroing in on what he believes to be his prey-you smell fantastic-passing his nose across Athena’s neck. Zeke seemingly makes Athena blush like a school girl-he has no idea where I’m taking him-staring deeply into Zeke’s eyes-you’ve never even given me the time of day; why the change of heart?-the dedicated cross-questioning; and sounding like a line out of a love sonnet from her rosy red lips. Athena comes that much closer. And Zeke can barely manage his emotions. It’s something new about you; the bloom is on the rose-a romantic adage coming from a place in Zeke’s vocabulary. Something he was actually unaware he had-it’s just that you’re completely ravishing-no doubt about that. It was automatically making Athena wet; and as she retains the important parts of her humanity-they love peeling damp panties off-a fun notion creating a pattern in Athena’s mind-you’re not so bad yourself-flattering Zeke to the point of his own downfall-what a shame I can only have you once-the greedy aspect of Athena’s vampirism teasing her from her top to her pretty little bottom.

The music being played was lively. A local band playing the theme for the events that were being set in motion-I like to do it; and I love to do it-wishing-well emotions coming from Athena’s transforming outlook-I am there when their heart stops beating-the suggestion of a tear almost forming in the corner of Athena’s eye. Her humanness is slowly fading away-where are you taking me?-Zeke’s inspired curiosity asking Athena to what part of the cosmos she was going to take him-where no one else can see-as they were weaving in and out of Ball-Room traffic. They were heading for the duel front doors that usually opened into and out of the gymnasium. It was at this point; and standing like two guards keeping notice for who is allowed to enter the palace. Those two detectives were standing right there. They were partially covered in garland the color of crimson. This was the way you got the drop on somebody-how are you this evening?-a cheeky concern coming from the out-spoken Detective Blood-a nice night for a walk-another brash invasion into Athena’s life; and an intolerable impudence that just would not do-how are you, detectives?-regaining her composure, Athena, put the ball in their court. And she received a curious look from her date; and as they were walking out the door-from where do you know those two guys?-more incursions, intrusions, and a bottle-neck being formed-they’re investigating the diamond dealer’s demise-putting it like that, Athena, would give the impression that precious stones were the motive in the commission of such a crime-they think someone saw me with this gentleman-and incredibly so-an individual described me right down to my very person-blowing-off the accusation. Athena would laugh at such an allegation. There was no way that a girl as sweet as she could be any part of the loss of a man’s life-now, let’s have some fun-a bubbly and unperturbed rapture being squeezed from Athena’s pretty lips; and ultimately knowing in her wishful imagination that the game was being called on account of rain-it’s the first time I’ve ever been barred-not making Athena feel good at all; and not juicy on the inside either. There would be no blood tonight. This made Athena very sad. Zeke could see her smile fade. And he knew just what to do. Compliments always worked. And here was the consolation prize-you smell great-Zeke’s confident voice announcing to Athena what he thought about her chemistry; as he unknowingly just escaped his own death.

The two young lovers stepped into the moonlight. They were taking steps two at a time-he doesn’t know how close he came-a trialed smile moving across Athena’s unsatisfied mouth-do you want to sit in my car?-doing it the old-fashioned way, with the male in the lead, Athena just followed, attempting to bury her need for blood-I need it-screaming at the top of her lungs inside her mind-I’ll have to pick-up some loser later-a back-up plan being manufactured in Athena’s elegant imagination-I’ll just fuck Zeke-leaving those two prying gumshoes sniffing my underwear drawer-I know that’s what they want-anyway; and believing it all came down to smelling what you wanted, tasting it when you could, and swallowing it to gain the power you were so much in need of badly-sounds great-the delayed answer to Zeke’s suggestion, as Athena was prompting him by raising the hem of her dress to the point of no return-it’s so beautiful-peering into the black sky; and holding the dead and living stars in the palm of her hand-come with me-taking Zeke by the length of his tie, bringing him in close for a French kiss, letting him bend her over the hood of his custom car, feeling her push her tongue into his starving mouth; and recognizing hunger when she tasted it-another time-moaning like it was all normal and good in the universe; as small-town sex was getting hotter and hotter-I can smell your blood-a wish out of the Vampire’s Wish List that came completely true.

The air was falling from the sky. And feeding the oxygen-starved humans-every single one of them-enriched-red-corpuscles traversing their earthly bodies; and the body is a temple-I kneel at the altar of their vanity-inspired whorls of cunning ideals spinning along the transcendental pathways of Athena’s mind-I live to play mind games, riding my mighty fine horse, high above the rapacious rabble-drinking their blood in secret; as Athena was clutching her thick and all-encompassing book-I’ve got to learn it by heart-fingering the pages of The Vampire’s Wish List like it was her most prized possession-I am possessed; and I lose myself in the moment-concentrating on the lucky loser who was emptied in record time. He was sacrificed in seconds flat. And in an instant he was surely dead.

They found another stiff right before Halloween had come to call-it looks like we got another one-despaired words from Detective Hart Blood’s larynx; and the post-mortem would tell the story-not a drop of blood to be found-the confused consensus sprung from Detective Deke Throck-Morton’s extremely exasperated mind-this is number six-a compilation of cadavers starting to line the halls of the county morgue-and the mayor still wants nothing about the bloodless aspect printed in his beloved newspaper-regarding this statement, Detective Hart Blood, could be seen scratching his head; and trying to pretend that none of this was happening in his tiny jurisdiction-never read about anything like this at the police academy-Detective Throck-Morton adding his two cents; as he was giving the case an confusing clarity that would hang over the surrounding area for more time than anyone would have ever guessed-we’re chasing a ghost-a low and gruff sound being made by the county coroner-to me it looks more like a ghoul-the sweet enlightenment of Officer Marciano. She was a tough cookie. In her line of work she had seen some very bad things. But what she was now seeing took the cake-I know we’re all sworn to secrecy; but this is getting creepy; it’s like something out of a dusty history book has come to teach us all a lesson. And that’s not all. Athena Martin was never really