The Wrestler & the Vampire
By “Vampella”

** Disclaimer: This story was written for
entertainment purposes only. The characters in the
story are fictitious. The ideas and opinions expressed
are not necessarily those of the author. 

The essence of his aura was interesting to me, drawing
me back to this mundane place.
  I shouldn’t have been in there, it was just some
small local bar. Usually, I don’t go into neighborhood
bars, but I was bored and restless, usually opting
instead for a goth club on the weekends. Really, those
are the only places that where I can blend.
 The first time I saw him he was standing at the bar,
part of a group of large muscular men, all of whom I
recognized from wrestling shows that I watched with my
cousin as a child. The one I was drawn to in
particular had sandy hair and wore a  black leather
motorcycle jacket over a  T-Shirt and black jeans.  
He had a clear view of me, looking over as I walked
through the door. I decided to purposely walk past
him, feeling his will move and breathe inside,
ferocious as a tiger. No vampire could possess this
man.
I’m losing my mind. I don’t really know him – I’ve
only sensed him. He’s not even my type. I’ve seen him
on television and  he’s a loud and obnoxious heel and
…
 I have never been so easily taken with anyone before.
 Every time I look at him I don’t see a tough guy but
someone who’s bruised both inside and out. 
There’s a purity inside of him  – a white light at his
core, bruised and battered from his experiences in
life –  but a light remains that hasn’t died. 
This man is as strong in spirit as he appears
physically.  I feel like a stupid little girl whenever
I admire the expanse of his chest and his biceps. His
smile  is
sweet but something wicked lurks behind it as he gives
a female fan an autograph. 
A tender spot at the core of my soul wants to reach
out to him. But, there’s another side to me that wants
to taste him. I want to possess him, make him feel as
helpless as he makes me feel.


He looked at me as if I were from another planet and
his first instinct was to take a step back. Regretting
 the movement he stood still. I could feel his tension
as he looked at me with increasing curiosity.  Then,
he slowly looked away.
  My stomach was a tangle of nerves as I sat down. I
could feel his spirit beside me. The bruises – the
dark swirling clouds surrounding his purity – hardened
into armor.
His  prejudice took over,  judging me as some nutty
devil worshipper. He resolved not to pay attention to
me, although fear of the unknown changed to curiosity.

  The darkness within him responded to me differently
– that rough part – the rebel who didn’t care what
people thought, who would fight anyone anytime,
anywhere, any place. He thought me attractive and
wanted to know what my story was.
  His body tensed as he remembered watching me walk
across the room, clad in all black – corset, peasant
blouse and pants. The pallor of my skin he thought
unnatural and that  I probably  “painted” it. 
  He wants to dismiss me as someone who is “no good,”
based on the way that I look.  I sighed, pissed off at
his typical assumptions, then blamed  myself for
looking like a living, breathing stereotype. 
He said goodbye to the young men he had been chatting
with and joined his usual group over at the pool
table. As I passed the pool table,  He looked over at
me and I  made eye contact with him.
  He turned away from me and I quit reading inside of
him. 
  He looked cute his  black leather motorcycle jacket,
blue jeans and a white-T-Shirt, looking  like the
quintessential “bad boy,” like James Dean revisited,
modernized. But, I knew from his thoughts, his aura
that it was not just an image.
He looked over at me again. I smiled, determined not
to shy away. An extrovert would not make a good
vampire, but one cannot be too shy either. There’s a
vast difference between shyness and subtlety, like the
difference between pornography and erotica, sensuality
and raw sexuality. One must be charming, but subtle...


 My smile melted. So did his. He visibly tensed as he
looked away, then back at me. I tried to appear open
and as welcoming as possible.
  He walked over to my table.  “Hi,” he said with a
casual wave.  “Nice outfit.”
  “Thanks, nice jacket.”
  He flashed a large charming grin, touching the
lapel. “ Oh, what, this old thing?” I could feel a
nervious quiver in his aura.
  “You mind?” he asked gesturing to the chair across
from me.
  “No, not at all.” I was trying to sound as casual as
possible although I was one huge bundle of nerves.
  “So, what’s your name?”
  “Emma.”
  “That’s a pretty name.”
  “What’s yours?”
  “Brian,’ he said extending his hand.
 The thought of touching his hand sent a wave of heat
through my body. I gave it a firm squeeze while he
barely squeezed mine – really it wasn’t a handshake,
it was a caress.
Everything about this man, Brian was sensual despite
his rough exterior.
  His eyes widened. “Strong grip.” He sat down. “What
are doing in here all by yourself?”
  “Don’t have anybody to hang out with.” 
 “You know, you’re not a bad looking girl. What’s with
the Lily Munster look?”
  I smiled tensely. He came over here to tell me that?
  “Sorry, I think I had one too many of these.’ He
said, gesturing to the mug of beer in front of him. 
  “It’s ok. I’m used to it. I could also ask you why
you wear a leather jacket and blue jeans.”
  He nodded. “Fair enough.” He paused. “ I pissed
youoff.”
  “I wouldn’t say pissed off. I’d say annoyed, 
irritated …”
   “Well, you don’t exactly look like the girl next
door.”
  “Inside, I don’t feel like the girl next door.”
 I didn’t realize what a beautiful shade of blue his
eyes were.
 “You don’t exactly look like the boy next door.”
  “I ain’t the boy next door,” he said. “What did you
mean by that – not feeling like the girl next door?
You don’t, like, worship the devil, do you? Do you
hang out in graveyards looking for Count Dracula?” he
asked with a smile. “ It would definitely make you a
different kind of lady to consider Count Dracula
Prince Charming.”
  I sighed. “ No.” As irritated as I was getting, I
didn’t want him to leave.
  He shifted in his seat and his expression became
solemn. “You know, you don’t seem like a bad gal –
just a little strange I guess. Everybody’s got their
beliefs, you know.” He paused again, then smiled his
very large grin, touched the gold cross at his neck
and said, “But, I’m sure glad I wore this tonight.”
  I smiled. He patted my arm and stood up. His
expression turned serious. “You know a little lady
like you  shouldn’t be hanging around by herself after
dark.”  As he walked away, he looked back once,  then
joined his friends by the pool table. 
  But, I’m perfectly safe after dark.
  When he left, I followed a few minutes after. As he
was walking down the street, a man emerged from the
shadows, walking across the street. The feeling I
caught was negative, of potential harm. 
  The man headed straight towards Brian, coming up
behind him. He held something behind his back.
  “Hey,” the man said, grabbing Brian’s shoulder. 
  He turned around. 
  I felt movement in the shadows of the alley to the
side and a second man emerged coming up behind Brian
and grabbing him.
  The first man pulled out a baseball bat.
  “Let’s see how tough you are in real life.”
  Brian struggled to get from the other man’s grip.
  I willed myself closer without a second thought, 
opening my eyes to the back of the man with the bat. I
touched his shoulder with a firm grip. “I wouldn’t do
that if I were you.”  
  He turned around, looked me up and down and a
sarcastic sneer broke out on his face. “Look what we
have here,” the first man said.
  “What the hell are you doing?” Brian yelled, still
struggling in the second man’s grip.
  “Hey Morticia, you want to talk later? I got
something for you to suck on – and it’s not my neck,” 
the first man said with an annoying giggle that made
my fangs itch. His friend joined in with an equally
annoying cackle. Both were medium height, early 20’s
with facial bloat and excess flab around the middle.
    “Leave her alone,” Brian grunted.
     “Now, why don’t you go back to whatever graveyard
you crawled out of before I do something to you. You
know, hitting some vampire freak isn’t going to bother
me,” the first man said, leaning close to me, 
surrounding me with the pungent smell of alcohol. 
  I grabbed the first man’s wrist, applying enough
pressure to make him drop the bat. His eyes widened, 
shocked by my strength. 
  “What the hell?” his companion said.
  I then kicked asshole#1 in the shin. When he doubled
over in pain, I kicked him in the stomach. He lay down
on the ground writhing in pain.
  I looked over at Brian and the second man and both
wore the same expression of surprise. Then, Brian
shook himself from his surprise and took advantage of
the other man’s preoccupation with me by jabbing him
in the stomach with his elbow. Free from the second
man’s grip, Brian  turned to face him as he lay on the
ground in pain like his companion. His companion was
starting to get up, still in pain from my attack. He
looked at Brian, then looked at me and hobbled down
the block. 
 When Brian  turned and looked at the second man still
on the ground, his body tensed and a menacing feeling
emanated from him. What a vampire he’d make.
  “Please … I had too much to drink …. It was all his
idea,” the second man stammered.
  “So you wanted to know if I could kick your ass in
real life, huh?” Brian asked. He then delivered a hard
kick to second man’s stomach that made him cry out. 
  He then picked the second man up by his shirt and
pinned him up against the building beside us. “If I
ever see you around here again, there’s gonna be one
hell of a mess out here to clean up.” Brian let the
second man go and he hobbled down the street.
  He turned to look at me. “Well, I certainly wasn’t
expecting you to save my ass. I was expecting to have
a few bones broken, maybe my melon splatter ed on the
ground,” he said with a smile.
  “I couldn’t let him do that.”
   “You’re some girl. Lots of girls would’ve either
panicked or called the cops, but you – you stepped in
there like your Wonder Woman or something.” He paused.
 “Actually, I think Batgirl would be a better
comparison.” He smiled.
  He looked at me again. Inside I could hear him
thinking that something wasn’t right. He hadn’t seen
or heard me coming. But, then again, he thought of
being distracted by almost getting beaten up.
   “You live far from here?”
  “No. Just around the corner.”
  “Let me walk you home.”
  “OK,” I said with a smile.
“You know, you really ought to be careful.” He paused.
“Then again, from what I saw tonight I guess you don’t
gotta worry that much.,” he said with a
laugh.
  “Well, if I must I can take care of myself.”
  “You live alone?”
  “Yes.”
  He paused a minute. “You’re kind of a loner aren’t
you?”
  “Yeah, that’s a good way to describe me.”
    “I can see that. You stand on your own. You’re
strong.”
  I could hear him thinking as he paused again. He
wondered if I could cook as well as I could kick ass, 
but didn’t think he should ask.
Inside I could feel him struggling  as I stopped and
turned around at my apartment house door. He wanted to
say something but was unsure.
  “Goodnight. Thanks.” I said.
  He paused. “Hey – wait a minute.  Next time I see
you around, I’ll buy you drink.”
  “Sure.” 
I went upstairs.

  As the next weekend approached, I could feel my
intestines  tying themselves into knots. I wanted to
never go back to that bar again, but of course I did.
  I nervously searched my closet, choosing a black
velvet top with wide bell sleeves with the corset
underneath and a pair of black pants. I wore a coffin
pendent and ring. I topped it off with a long black
velvet coat.
  I walked into the bar, sat down and ordered a beer. 
He walked in a few minutes later and smiled when he
saw me. He wore all black tonight.
  “Hi,” he said.
  “Hi.”
  ‘You look nice tonight.”
  “Thanks.”
  “You wanna sit at a table?”
  “Yeah.” 
    He ordered two beers at the bar and we took them
over to a table. 
  “So, how are you?” he asked.
  “Fine. How about you?”
   “Usual aches and pains. My job’s very physical. I’m
a wrestler. I don’t think I told you that.”
  “I’ve never met a wrestler before.”
  “No. You don’t seem like the type to watch
wrestling.”
 “ Not since  I was a kid.”
  “What do you do for a living?” he asked.
  “ I work nights as a copy editor for a publishing
house.”
 His eyes widened.  “Doesn’t sound too bad. Me, I
could never imagine
having to sit at a desk all day. Besides, I don’t
think they’d have me. I barely graduated high school.”
He said with a smile. 
  “I hated high school.”
  “You seem real smart. Not that I’m stupid. It’s just
that school’s not my thing.”
  “It doesn’t mean your stupid.” I paused.  “I did
well, but high school is mostly about pecking order
and if you’re different – forget it. Your classmates
make life difficult for you.”
  “Oh, yeah, I see. You know I didn’t have any friends
at school either.”
  He looked at me and I could hear him  thinking about
how strong I seemed to be, noticing my fangs. He had
faith in an afterlife – in things unseen or supposed
to be unseen. He touched the gold cross at his neck.
  I smiled again. He let go of the cross.
  “Let’s see. What else can I tell you about me. I
consider myself Christian, but I’m not the holy
roller, Bible thumping type.”
 “That’s good to hear. At least I wasn’t invited over
here to be converted.”
  “No,” he laughed “What are you kidding? I can’t save
my own soul never mind anyone else’s.”
  “You don’t seem that bad to me.” 
   “Do you believe in psychics and stuff like that?”
  “Yeah, how about you?”
  “Yeah. I believe that people live on after they die
and stuff like that. You know, I heard there’s people
that claim to be witches.”
  “Yeah. I know some.”
  “Doesn’t surprise me.” He wanted to know if I was, 
but didn’t ask.
“So tell me a little about you.” I said.
  “ Nothing much to tell. I’ve been wrestling since I
was a kid. I’ve been in a couple of bad movies – it’s
better than getting knocked around a wrestling ring.” 
    “Where are you from?” 
    “Canada. I’ve lived all over Canada. Ever been
there?”
  “No, but I’d like to go.”
  “Are you from around here?”
  “Yeah, I grew up around here.”
  “Oh, city gal, huh?” he said with a smile.  “What
about your family? Any brothers or sisters?”
  “No.”
  “Only child? So am I.” He said.
  “I was raised by my mother. My father left a long
time ago and has been absent ever since,” I said.
  His brow wrinkled. “I hate hearing about stuff like
that. How could a man just leave his family like that.
 I’d love to find a nice girl, settle down, have lots
of kids.”
  “Well, my father didn’t want to be one,” I said with
a sigh. “It’s no big deal. You can’t miss something
you’ve never had. You want to have kids?”
  “Yeah. Don’t you ever want to settle down and have a
family?”
  “No” 
  “What do you mean?”
   “Just not interested. Loner – you know?” I said
with a smile.
  “Why not? You’re a nice looking girl and you know
something – you ain’t scaring anybody with the whole
Morticia Addams thing either.”
  “I’m not trying to scare anyone. It’s just the way I
like to look.”
  “Yeah, I know. Are you all-right? You look sad all
of a sudden,” he said.
  “No, I’m fine,” I said.
  “Don’t try to bullshit a bull-shitter,” he said with
a smile. 
  I smiled too, but really didn’t want to elaborate on
how I felt – loneliness lay in my future like the
darkness of an empty room. To be vampire’s spouse you
have to become one of us. Giving any human that type
of power is unpredictable.
  The conversation paused. “Sorry if I got too
personal,” he said.
   “It’s ok. How did you become a wrestler?”
   “My uncle was a wrestler.”
  He went on to tell me about his history as a
professional wrestler – how he was a chronic runaway,
always in trouble until his uncle gave him a chance
and took him under his wing.
  “If it wasn’t for wrestling I’d probably be in jail
right now.” He paused. “You know, my old man wasn’t no
prize either. He was so strict he used to kick the
shit out of me really for no reason. He was a drunk
too.”
  He told me a little more about his career and I told
him a little more about my job.
  A few beers later, we became somewhat silent and I
was buzzed. 
“ I think I should call it a night.”
   “OK,” he said. “Mind if I walk you home again.”
I shrugged. “OK.”
    We got up to leave, but found that we had our
friend from the previous week waiting outside. 
“What the hell?” Brian said. “Stay here,” he said.
    I didn’t want to stay behind and kept walking
behind Brian.
  “Hey,” the man said. “I thought you guys would be
here.” His hand reached out. I saw a flash of metal. 
I couldn’t stop it and Brian didn’t even see it
coming.
  Brian fell to the ground. The man looked at me and
ran away. I went to Brian’s side, The scent of blood
filled the air. I had to act now. The wound could be
fatal if I didn’t.
  I lifted up Brian’s shirt and cleaned the wound with
my mouth. It wasn’t that deep. I heard moans coming
from Brian, but couldn’t distinguish words. I bit into
my wrist hard, and covered the wound with my blood. I
began to rub it in. He moaned some more. “What are you
doing?” I heard him say. 
  “Trying to help you,” I said, and bit into my
already-healing wrist again and covered the wound with
more blood. I could feel the healing properties of my
blood and saliva kick in, mending flesh back together.
He would be fine. I was feeling weak and lay my head
down. Some of the blood that I took into my system
energized me a bit as I tried to stand and looked down
at him. I had no idea how long I had been sitting
there. He had passed out which is what usually happens
when the healing process takes effect..
  I knew his car. It was parked in front of the bar.
Mentally,  I opened the locks,  picked him up, put him
in the back seat and drove him to my place.
  I looked at him lying on the bed. It was near dawn. 
I could feel his consciousness surfacing. I thought
that it was a good thing that vampires do not really
have to avoid sunlight. I couldn’t sleep if I tried. I
was tense and pacing.	
  His eyes opened. I stopped and stood over him.
  He looked up at me and the ability to speak left me.
I fidgeted as he was mentally trying to regain his
bearings.
  “Would you like something to drink?” I asked.
  “Yes, please,” he said softly.
  I got him a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
When I came back, he was sitting up. I handed him the
bottle and he took it. He started to drink and didn’t
stop until the bottle was empty.
  He put the bottle down on the nightstand next to the
bed. He looked at me and  I could feel the tension
inside him loosen a bit.
  “You …you’re really …You’re the real thing, aren’t
you?” he asked softy, the questions coming out in bits
and pieces as if he didn’t know how to ask it.
  “Yes.”
  “Damn,” he said raking his fingers through his hair.
 “Am I going to be like you now?”
   I knelt beside him and he tensed.
“Don’t worry, you won’t become a vampire.”
  “You saved me.”
  “Yes, I healed you.”
  “You are a vampire? Not some other type of being?”
  “No, I am a vampire.”
  “But, you didn’t kill me.” His eyes widened. “You
didn’t kill the other guy did you?”
  “No, I don’t want to kill anyone. Vampires are
different in reality than in the movies and books. We
don’t have to kill.”
   “Who’s did  this to you?”  he asked, his tone
sharpening, his body tensing as if
ready for a fight.
  “A guy who I met in when I was in college. I had a
mom who was an alcoholic and not very nice to me. I
had no place to turn, so I just left. Wandering
around, I met him. . . and the rest is history.”
“What happened to your mom?”
“She died a couple of years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
I nodded and sighed. “It’s for the best. She barely
lived anyway.” I paused, putting the subject to rest,
coming back to the present.
“We don’t need to kill. A little blood can sustain us.
We can get blood from willing partners – donors.”
  “You mean people let you do that?”
  “Yes, you’d be surprised.”
  “Goth kids? Is that why you dress that way?”
  “That’s not the only reason I dress this way.”
  “ So, can you hypnotize people like Bela Lugosi?” he
asked.
  “Yeah, if I need to,” I said. I couldn’t help but
smile at the question, flirting with the idea of
making him forget me. But, his will was too strong.
  “You’re not expecting me to … you know … feed you, 
are you?”


  “No, I don’t expect that. You can just forget you
ever met me if you want.” 
“Wait a minute,” he said and I could feel that the
tension in him was gone.  “We could just say hello and
have a drink.”
“Sure.”
  “Is it ever possible for a vampire to kill?” he
asked.
   “Yes, but we have an ability to see inside people. 
Those who intend harm toward others are the only
acceptable kills. We mostly catch impressions of what
people are about and if I concentrate I can know what
they’re thinking. It’s not
an ability I always like.”
  “I don’t think I’d wanna know what people are
thinking either”
   “So, you’re not just going to save my life and not
talk to me ever again, are you?”
  “No, of course I want to talk to you again.”
“So, do you still see the guy that did this to you?”
“Sometimes.”
 “I don’t know what female vampires are like,” he
said. “I mean, I’m guessing
there’s male vampires so you wouldn’t really need a
human man for anything.”
  “There’s not that many male vampires and all of them
that I know of are taken. They were all formerly
human, changed when they became spouses to female
vampires.”
He looked at the window. “The sun’s coming up. Can’t
sunlight hurt you?”  “No.”
  “Not at all?”
  “Like I said forget the movies and the books. I need
to get some sleep.”
  He looked around the room. He smiled and nodded.
“Let me guess – coffins ain’t part of the real deal
either.”
  “No, I don’t sleep in a coffin.”
  “OK. I guess I’ll get out of your way.”
 “Be careful.”
“I will,” he said, then walked out the door.
He does get into quite a bit of trouble and I did like
the feel of being his guardian angel. I would return
to that bar again and have a drink with him. 


Poems
What She Is

Flash of life,
small, immense
seemingly never-ending pounding
of an instrument vulnerable and fragile.

They will never know the eyes that watch from shadows.

Drumbeat calling,
conjuring – 
The Beast awakens.

They never realize, never feel her eyes.

Images of a life in vain.
Into the heart, into the brain.

Drums pound in unison,
until the music is lost,
and there is only one sound.

Knowledge comes – 
before the flesh cools
and limbs stiffen …
and life is extinguished.






Cemetery Souls

In his arms,
comfort of the dark,
chill of the grave,
The nourishment I crave.

As I speak the language of my soul to him,
he nods, understanding flickers within.
Cemetery souls, we speak in tongues,
that no one understands but us.

We know the secrets of the other side,
unable to be shared with the majority of
uncomprehending human minds,
who cannot see what lies in the depths of our eyes.



Vampire Eyes

It’s frightening to have vampire eyes,
because vampire eyes magnify.
They see through flesh to the bloody heart,
and know how each character on life’s stage plays
their part.

It’s oxymoronic to have to have vampire eyes – 
to see darkness as light,
the grotesque as beautiful,
reality as fanciful.

It’s superior to have vampire eyes.
for they are the keepers of life,
as they see it begin and die.



Nightlife

The sky is as dark and infinite as me.
My flesh is as cold as the winter night’s breath.
My mind residents in a different reality.
A world apart yet part of those who pass me by.

Life breathes around me.
Snakelike, its force coils around my being,
hugging me tightly.
Hunger is threatening to devour me.

Their warmth embraces me.
I want to consume each one of their number entirely,
dry them up and leave them empty,
take them into me completely.
The warmth of their life is all that will satisfy me.

Am I evil because I live on their life?
A monstrous, wicket demon with an insatiable appetite?
After all, every animal takes life to survive,
Each devouring one of the various forms of life.
All are links in the great food chain with a similar
hunger to satisfy.

I take, but also give life.
Immortality’s fire burns within my veins.
I may share its flame with anyone I like.

The wine of everlasting life,
Gives power beyond what one’s imagination can dream
of.
The power to see beyond the reach of human eyes,
And look down on mortality from the infinite night
sky.
A life empowered by the moon’s white flame.
A heart that burns with an inextinguishable fire.
Supernatural eyes searching for a life to drain.
Such is the nightly life of a vampire.




Prayer to a Vampire

Come tonight on pale, luminescent beams of moonlight.
Take me with you when you leave.
No trace or clue will we leave behind.
Take me with you to the world of which I dream.
Feed me with your life.

Give me life, for I am dead.
I am darkness in the world of light.
A child of light has left and a shadow dwells here
instead.
Take me into your world of night.

The darkness of the night’s sky is the only sight that
pleases me.
The silver flame of the moon is the only light I wish
to see.
The sharp, icy cold of a winter night is all that
warms me.
Death’s season paints a portrait of much beauty my
eyes can see.

Take this life away from me.
Let my existence feed you.
Drain my weakness away, consume me.
Shear with me the power that fills you.

Hold me within your preternatural embrace,
with flesh warmed by my mortality.
Fill me with the darkness of immortality, the light
that I crave.

Remake me with flesh as cold as a grave’s stone.
Absent of color and white as bone.
Light my eyes with supernatural fire.
Preserve me forever like a statue of stone.
Let me walk under the black star-studded sky,
and admire the moon’s silver light.
Strong enough to stand alone among the other creatures
of night and able to satisfy my hunger with their
life.




Love, Vampire Style

Nightmare dreams without the sun.
Two become one through blood.
Touch me, pierce the skin.
Drink me in.
And I will touch and taste,
to complete the exchange,
like the marital vows of mortal souls.
But unlike them, we will never grow old.

Forever in my veins.
Part of you pumping through my heart.
An eternity to share pleasure and pain.
Hopefully, never to part …

Alone – With an Eternal Heart

Please, come play
in my garden of decay,
where we’ll pray for rain, 
and sleep all day.

Darkness will greet us when we wake.
The life of human souls, 
will be ours to take.
We will drink them nightly,
Disposing of them mercilessly, 
with a kiss on the throat –
and they will never,
that the world belongs to us.



Season of the Reaper

A shadow moves across the sky,
blocking vision of daylights eye.
His icy breath stirs the trees,
causing a rain of leaves.
Stripping the trees of healthy green,
baring their bones to the cold.

The touch of his hand,
spreads death across the land.
Earth’s womb becomes a tomb,
from which no life can spring.

Smiling a fleshless grin,
scythe gleaming in his grip, 
he realizes that,
if only for a short time,
the earth belongs to him.



Home Away from Reality

All the rooms are scented with the potpourri of decay.
Each room gives a dusty embrace.
Spiders create white lace curtains
for windows painted black.

Upstairs is a hall of mirrors.
Like a funhouse, distoring all images – 
Grotesquely attractive.

Outside the land whispers with an icy chill.
It’s cold fingers tickle the spine.
Skeletal branches of the trees stretch out to the sky
–
Embracing the land – a tangle of brambles and briers,
and bushes of roses dead-dry.

The heart of this land of decay is mine,
Planted in the frozen earth.
It pumps cold blood and dark dreams into the soil,
Giving live to my playground graveyard and funhouse of
horrors.




The Nightly Work of Succubus

Slip inside your head –
Seep into your brain –
As you lie innocently in bed.


Becoming serpentlike, I slither under your skin.
Binding you tightly, to steal your breath.
Releasing my venom, a powerful hallucinogen.

I conjure imagery in your mind,
Snatching it from the dark side of your brain.
Your heart beats faster, sweat coats your skin – 
Year heavy breathing and pounding pulse I hear –
Fragrance of fear emanates from within –
Sweet perfume and beautiful music to my ears.

You toss and turn, trying to escape from your mind.
I wrap you tighter, like a boa constrictor around your
soul,
Driving your mind beyond the boundaries of the sane.
You wake sweating, crying out into the night.

Consuming your fear, 
Charged with delicious high,
I realize you, and disappear,
Returning our into the night,
To the realm between death and life.

Why can't I leave you behind
In the attic of my mind
to rot with all the dolls and toys
and all the boys
that I got to know and didn't like.

Your antics so rough and wild,
make an angry child smile.

Untamed kilted warrior,
It's been 20 years and I wonder why it is
that I still want to sit on your lap and give and give
you a kiss.



There's Something About Roddy

  I can't recall the first time that I saw Rowdy Roddy
Piper. My brother and I used to watch WWF wrestling
every Saturday night when I was little. He was a Piper
fan and I was a huge Cyndi Lauper fan. Even though I
was a fan of hers, when we watched wrestling, I found
that my attention often drifted to Roddy Piper. I
couldn't understand it at the time. 
  I developed a curiosity about him, wondering what he
was like at home. I figured no one could be that mean
all the time. As mean as he was, I couldn't say I
disliked him. I never told anyone about this at the
time and if you asked I certainly wouldn't have
admitted it. 
  I remember feeling disappointed when my mother
pointed out that he wore a wedding ring as if a chubby
9 year old would've had a chance anyway. I would
secretly fantasize about what it would be like to sit
on Piper's lap and give him a kiss. I still do - and
that's what really puzzles me is that  after 20 years
I still think about him.
   When Piper kicked Cyndi Lauper in the head, I was
shocked by it, but still I couldn't dislike him for
it. I recall that I even felt bad for Piper when other
wrestlers put him down. 
  Looking back on it, I can understand why deep down I
was drawn to him more so than to Cyndi Lauper. He was
"the outsider" and "the heel," and I was an outsider
at school. He was doing things that I secretly wanted
to do to my peers who teased me and bullied me.
  I was always questioning things when I was little -
conventions such as religious beliefs and customs,
etc. Whenever I asked a question about a common
behavior, I never got much of an answer. "That's just
what people do. That's just how it's done," was the
empty reply that I received. I knew I wasn't "normal"
and didn't want to be. Instead of being prom queen, I
wanted to be Carrie setting the gym on fire.
   At the WWF, Piper was the true outsider and Cyndi
Lauper and Hulk Hogan were the so-called "good guys,"
spewing "say your prayers and eat your vitamins" and
all the other stuff that parents shove down their kids
throats. Piper was spitting in the face of all that. 
  About a year ago, my curiousity about Piper led me
to look him up on the internet. I didn't expect to
find much. I hadn't heard much about the man in 20
years and I doubted that anyone even cared about him
anymore. I was wrong.
  I found a lot of information about him on websites.
I found out that he wrote a book which I bought and
couldn't put down. After reading "In the Pit with
Piper," I felt that I wanted to see the old Piper's
Pit segments that I remembered from my childhood. I
doubted that I would find them anywhere. Again, I
searched the internet and found sites selling old
wrestling footage.
  I remember when I got my first tape, I had a strange
feeling when I put it int the VCR and saw Piper for
the first time in 20 years. It was a segment from the
80's and his guest was Paul Orndorff. There he was as
I remembered him and about the same age that I am now.
Since then, I've bought more tapes. I enjoy the
feeling of watching the stuff that I remember from my
childhood. 
  After the tapes, decided to explore Yahoo Groups and
found quite a few groups started by Piper fans. I've
encountered so many people who still want to talk
about Piper. 
  Looking back on it, with Piper's charisma, "bad boy"
persona and of course his adorable face, I can
understand why so many women are drawn to him and why
so many men like him. Even me, dark, goth,
anti-celebrity-worship person that I am, I could never
forget him either.

Dark Dreams, 
Vampella