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Recieved: 2002/10/31 21:58
Subject: [K-list] Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................................
From: Lady Joyce
On 2002/10/31 21:58, Lady Joyce posted thus to the K-list:
It is Halloween night. I look into the mirror. I put the vampire fangs into my mouth. Just looks like I have buck teeth to me. I am going to be a vampiress tonight, Dracula's Bride, not a Pollyanna with buck teeth!!! Step back, Joyce. Check out the package. Oh, yes, white make up for the pasty white look, we of no blood coursing in our evil veins. Black for me to fill in my evil eyes with the Shadows of Darkness. Red for my lips, wet with the nectar of warm blood, dripping down my chin.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................oh, I begin to feel my power! Now that my face is white as the Pure Bride that I am, the transformation begins. As I darken my eyes with eyeliner, they seem to become darker themselves, looking out into the mirror with a seductive smile, hardly the chaste look of the virgin. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........there will be juicy little ones out there tonight................plump and warm with the blood of life........ahhhhhhhhhh!!!............that which I need to sustain my state of the undead...
I color my lips blood red......I move to my neck, on the left side, and place the marks of the vampire. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...that which binds me to my Beloved Master. The Master of the Night....He who plunders the innocence of the babes............I put in my Vampiress dentures, made of flexible plastic!!! Now I have the sharp teeth I will need to attack ....Grrrrrrrrrr.............
it is time now...the witching hour...the moments of the undead...
My first victim...he is cute, about 12 years old. As I greet his group in my living room, my arms outstretched in my quest for my prey, he has the nerve to say..."I am not afraid of you," as the rest of the group, my neighbors, slinks away in fear. Alyssa, my babysitter, pulls away from my caress on her cheek, and says, "Joyce, you are scaring me!" You should be scared, I think to myself as I gaze at her neck with longing. I place my hand, heavy with intent, upon her head, as she tries to walk away from me. She shivers, turns to look at me furtively, and then slips out my front door.
With my little ones, my decoys, I walk out into the night, intent in my desire. I see the next door neighbor girl. She is a witch. Oh, how cute! All sweet and innocent. I want her. I will have her. I am hungry. I look into her eyes. She looks back at me, fear opening her eyes as she realizes my intentions. She starts and jumps away from me. She is locked into my gaze, as I devour her with my eyes, take a little piece with me, then let her go.
She looks at me in fear, turns, and runs to her group of trick or treaters. She watches me from her safe haven. I bite in to my blood capsule, open my lips and expel the liquid nectar, dripping down my chin in streaks of red, falling off to my bridal gown, black as the night around me. I smile at her, my fangs dripping with blood. She shivers and looks away.
Feels so good! Oh, there is Susan! She used to babysit the kids. Let's get her. I walk over to her, ripe in her young womanhood, nothing but a seed in understanding. She looks into my eyes as I gaze at her. I see fear again. There is power in this. I like it. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.............................she pulls back, the fear gripping her eyes as she wonders what is going on with me. She is afraid. Still the child, she sees that I am not kidding. Her parents, all the parents, laugh at me, shy away from the blood stained nutcase, but chalk it up to the night.
Not the kids. They know better. I saw the fear in their eyes. I felt the power in mine. I wanted to devour. And I did. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...........................................
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