Thursday, October 31, 2013

This is one ofthe oldest vampire stories written.  It is in the form of a poem by none other than German writer and poet Wolfgang von Goethe, a man regarded as the German Shakespeare.  It is a conflict beween Greek Pagan ism and upstart Christianity.  The bride is of a Christian family, the groom's Greek Pagan

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe




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The Bride of Corinth


(1) Once a stranger youth to Corinth came,
Who in Athens lived, but hoped that he
From a certain townsman there might claim,
As his father's friend, kind courtesy.


(2) Son and daughter, they
Had been wont to say
Should thereafter bride and bridegroom be.
But can he that boon so highly prized,
Save tis dearly bought, now hope to get?
They are Christians and have been baptized,
He and all of his are heathens yet.


(3) For a newborn creed,
Like some loathsome weed,
Love and truth to root out oft will threat.
Father, daughter, all had gone to rest,
And the mother only watches late;
She receives with courtesy the guest,
And conducts him to the room of state.


(4) Wine and food are brought,
Ere by him besought;
Bidding him good night, she leaves him straight.
But he feels no relish now, in truth,
For the dainties so profusely spread;
Meat and drink forgets the wearied youth,
And, still dress'd, he lays him on the bed.


(5) Scarce are closed his eyes,
When a form in-hies
Through the open door with silent tread.
By his glimmering lamp discerns he now
How, in veil and garment white array'd,
With a black and gold band round her brow,
Glides into the room a bashful maid.


(6) But she, at his sight,
Lifts her hand so white,
And appears as though full sore afraid.
"Am I," cries she, "such a stranger here,
That the guest's approach they could not name?
Ah, they keep me in my cloister drear,
Well nigh feel I vanquish'd by my shame.

(7) On thy soft couch now
Slumber calmly thou!
I'll return as swiftly as I came."
"Stay, thou fairest maiden!" cries the boy,
Starting from his couch with eager haste:
"Here are Ceres', Bacchus' gifts of joy;
Amor bringest thou, with beauty grac'd!


(8) Thou art pale with fear!
Loved one let us here
Prove the raptures the Immortals taste."
"Draw not nigh, O Youth! afar remain!
Rapture now can never smile on me;
For the fatal step, alas! is ta'en,
Through my mother's sick-bed phantasy.

(9) Cured, she made this oath:
'Youth and nature both
Shall henceforth to Heav'n devoted be.'
"From the house, so silent now, are driven
All the gods who reign'd supreme of yore;
One Invisible now rules in heaven,
On the cross a Saviour they adore.


(10) Victims slay they here,
Neither lamb nor steer,
But the altars reek with human gore."
And he lists, and ev'ry word he weighs,
While his eager soul drinks in each sound:
"Can it be that now before my gaze
Stands my loved one on this silent ground?


(11) Pledge to me thy troth!
Through our father's oath:
With Heav'ns blessing will our love be crown'd."
"Kindly youth, I never can be thine!
'Tis my sister they intend for thee.
When I in the silent cloister pine,
Ah, within her arms remember me!


(12) Thee alone I love,
While love's pangs I prove;
Soon the earth will veil my misery."
"No! for by this glowing flame I swear,
Hymen hath himself propitious shown:
Let us to my fathers house repair,
And thoult find that joy is not yet flown,

(13) Sweetest, here then stay,
And without delay
Hold we now our wedding feast alone!"
Then exchange they tokens of their truth;
She gives him a golden chain to wear,
And a silver chalice would the youth
Give her in return of beauty rare.


(14) "That is not for me;
Yet I beg of thee,
One lock only give me of thy hair."
Now the ghostly hour of midnight knell'd,
And she seem'd right joyous at the sign;
To her pallid lips the cup she held,
But she drank of nought but blood-red wine.

(15) For to taste the bread
There before them spread,
Nought he spoke could make the maid incline.
To the youth the goblet then she brought,--
He too quaff'd with eager joy the bowl.
Love to crown the silent feast he sought,
Ah! full love-sick was the stripling's soul.


(16) From his prayer she shrinks,
Till at length he sinks
On the bed and weeps without control.
And she comes, and lays her near the boy:
"How I grieve to see thee sorrowing so!
If thou think'st to clasp my form with joy,
Thou must learn this secret sad to know;


(17) Yes! the maid, whom thou
Call'st thy loved one now,
Is as cold as ice, though white as snow."
Then he clasps her madly in his arm,
While love's youthful might pervades his frame:
"Thou might'st hope, when with me, to grow warm,
E'en if from the grave thy spirit came!


(18) Breath for breath, and kiss!
Overflow of bliss!
Dost not thou, like me, feel passion's flame?"
Love still closer rivets now their lips,
Tears they mingle with their rapture blest,
From his mouth the flame she wildly sips,
Each is with the other's thought possess'd.


(19) His hot ardour's flood
Warms her chilly blood,
But no heart is beating in her breast.
In her care to see that nought went wrong,
Now the mother happen'd to draw near;
At the door long hearkens she, full long,
Wond'ring at the sounds that greet her ear.


(20) Tones of joy and sadness,
And love's blissful madness,
As of bride and bridegroom they appear,
From the door she will not now remove
'Till she gains full certainty of this;
And with anger hears she vows of love,
Soft caressing words of mutual bliss.


(21) "Hush! the cock's loud strain!
But thoult come again,
When the night returns!"--then kiss on kiss.
Then her wrath the mother cannot hold,
But unfastens straight the lock with ease
"In this house are girls become so bold,
As to seek e'en strangers' lusts to please?"


(22) By her lamp's clear glow
Looks she in,--and oh!
Sight of horror!--'tis her child she sees.
Fain the youth would, in his first alarm,
With the veil that o'er her had been spread,
With the carpet, shield his love from harm;
But she casts them from her, void of dread,


(23) And with spirit's strength,
In its spectre length,
Lifts her figure slowly from the bed.
"Mother! mother!"--Thus her wan lips say:
"May not I one night of rapture share?
From the warm couch am I chased away?
Do I waken only to despair?


(24) It contents not thee
To have driven me
An untimely shroud of death to wear?
"But from out my coffin's prison-bounds
By a wond'rous fate I'm forced to rove,
While the blessings and the chaunting sounds
That your priests delight in, useless prove.


(25) Water, salt, are vain
Fervent youth to chain,
Ah, e'en Earth can never cool down love!
"When that infant vow of love was spoken,
Venus' radiant temple smiled on both.
Mother! thou that promise since hast broken,
Fetter'd by a strange, deceitful oath.


(26) Gods, though, hearken ne'er,
Should a mother swear
To deny her daughter's plighted troth.
From my grave to wander I am forc'd,
Still to seek The Good's long-sever'd link,
Still to love the bridegroom I have lost,
And the life-blood of his heart to drink;


(27) When his race is run,
I must hasten on,
And the young must 'neath my vengeance sink,
"Beauteous youth! no longer mayst thou live;
Here must shrivel up thy form so fair;
Did not I to thee a token give,
Taking in return this lock of hair?


(28) View it to thy sorrow!
Grey thoult be to-morrow,
Only to grow brown again when there.
"Mother, to this final prayer give ear!
Let a funeral pile be straightway dress'd;
Open then my cell so sad and drear,
That the flames may give the lovers rest!


(29) When ascends the fire
From the glowing pyre,
To the gods of old we'll hasten, blest."

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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Well, I said, "Doctors are the shaman of today. The incantations and ceremonies of the past are gone but the magic powders and elixirs are still here. Now we go see shaman/doctors to receive our cures." The doctor across from me was rolling his eyes and shaking his head. I added, "I went to see the doctor or shaman and he gave me a magic powder called Cymbalta. It helped to relieve the pain in my back and leg as well as lifting the severe depression I'd been suffering the last six months,. It was certainly magic to me." Speaking after the group I told him about my liver transplant and what tremendous respect I had for doctors and some of the wonderful things they had done for me. His reply, "After all that I can see why you call it magic."

Monday, July 15, 2013

The Shaman and the Doctor

Last night I was involved in a discussion group where the topic of conversation was Spirituality in Your Life. Among the participants was an MD, seated across from me.

My turn to speak came up. I am a Pagan and believe in many of the practices of the pre-Christian European religions. Part of that recognises the power of shaman of old who among other things were healers. If you were ill you would go to see him or her to be healed. They would give you herbs, potions or magic powder and perform some ritual of magic to heal you.Well, I said, "Doctors are the shaman of today. The incantations and ceremonies of the past are gone but the magic powders and elixirs are still here. Now we go see a shaman/doctor to receive our cures."

The doctor across from me was rolling his eyes and shaking his head. I added, "I went to see the doctor or shaman and he gave me a magic powder called Cymbalta. It helped to relieve the pain in my back and leg as well as lifting the severe depression I'd been suffering the last six months,. It was certainly magic to me.Speaking to the doctor after the group I told him about my liver transplant and what tremendous respect I had for doctors and some of the wonderful things they had done for me. His reply, "After all that I can see why you call it magic."

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Lord Hargrove's Ball

Sabine was aquainted with an English lord that spent most of his

Sabine was acquainted with an English lord that spent most of his time in Ireland. She had received an invitation to his annual Halloween Ball to be held at his country manor. She RSVP'd and requested to bring Cassandra as her guest. His Lordship approved of course. The more unescorted women the better and a friend of Sabine’s was bound to be lovely.

Sabine and Cassandra took a leisurely bath together, playfully kissing and touching each other.
“We must not get too worked up my dear, we want to be warm for the party, not over cooked!”
Cassandra splashed her and laughed. Then she moved in closer and kissed Sabine fully on the mouth. “We should dress then before I change my mind and want to stay home.” She  whispered..

The women rose from the tub and dried one another. They exited the boudoir into the bedroom where their gowns were laid out on the bed. The ladies maids came to dress them.

Sabine wore a high waisted white charmeuse gown with a pale blue ribbon ribbon under the bodice. A pale blue outer dress which along with the gown was down to the floor. A platinum and sapphire pendant hung around her neck and the stone pointed to her cleavage. The ensemble showed her lovely body in a most immodest way.

Cassandra chose a light gray high waisted charmeuse gown with a very slight A line and a petticoat to give it volume and a dark gray, tightly fitted, high collar Spencer jacket. She wore a headband of platinum and small rose cut diamonds. The long drop earrings were of the same materials.

Both wore slippers of colour to compliment their attire.

“So conservative, Cassandra dearest. Apparently one can take a woman from Rutledge Square, but some things remain the same.”

“Sabine, this jewelery alone must cost a fortune. How do you afford all of...this?” Cassandra made a sweeping motion with her arm.

“People give me... gifts”.

“They give you £600 headbands?”

“The powers you have can be used in many ways. So far we have hunted among the poor. Tonight we hunt for a different sort of prey. The aristocrat or nouveau riche gentlemen.”

“You mean you steal from them.”

“We darling. You are part of this, too. You have accepted all that I have offered. You are as guilty as I. Tonight you shall learn to contribute to our partnership. There are many ‘gifts’ available tonight. If you meet a man who strikes your fancy, don’t hesitate to take him to your bed. I shan't be jealous. What we have is different than simple sex.”

Cassandra’s shock faded quickly as she recalled the pleasure of having a man inside her.

“It will be a busy night. You want three things; food, gifts and a man, perhaps. Food can be combined with either of the other two. Remember, don’t kill him!”

A knock came on the door, “Your carriage has arrived, Mum.”

“Thank you Martha. Tell the driver we shall be down presently.”

They arrived at Lord Hargrove’s manor. The coachman helped them down and a footman escorted them to the ballroom, a brightly lit room with people milling about, engaged in conversation and sipping glasses of champagne. The butler announced them and they proceeded into the room. They floated through the crowd and Sabine introduced Cassandra to people she knew. Presently Lord Hargrove approached.

“Good evening ladies! I see you have met some of my guests. Let me introduce you to a few you don’t know.”

Sabine and Cassandra held hands as he led them to several groups of men without wives present, men of business from London mostly. There was one man he took special care to introduce. He was tall and looked to be about 30. His hair was wavy and black, his body well proportioned. Louis Philippe, the Duke of Orleans. He had a reputation as a rake as he had fathered at least two illegitimate children on his travels through Europe and the Americas.

Bonsoir Monsieur, Let me introduce you to two of the most charming young ladies in all Dublin, Madame Sabine Elizabeth Gilbert and her cousin, Miss. Cassandra Catherine Flynn. They curtsied and wished the Duke a good evening. Sabine squeezed Cassandra hand as he looked them over. When his eyes met Cassandra’s, she locked him into her power. Cassandra had noticed the floor was clearing in preparation for a reel.

“I would so love to dance!”

The Duke nodded his ascension to the idea. Looking his lordship in the eyes, Sabine looked to Lord Hargrove.

“Shall we make it a foursome then?”

The Duke took Cassandra’s hand and Lord Hardgrove Sabine’s. They lined up and the the music started. The gentlemen bowed and the ladies curtsied then the dancing began in earnest.

“Monsieur looks well after so many adventures.”

“All of that was long ago. I have been in London more than 5 years. I am in touch with my mother and my sister in Spain and my brothers are in London with me.. I am restored to a life befitting a person of my station but my family lost much in La Révolution.”

“It must have been dreadful for you.”

“Yes, Madame Guillotine was cruel to my family. I lost my father in the reign of terror. He was a supporter of the revolution but when the Jacobins came to power he was arrested and executed ten months after his cousin, Louis XVI. I was in the army in Austria at the time or I would have gone too.”
This man was interesting and Cassandra wanted to hear more of his story. He was certainly handsome. Perhaps this man could be more than a simple meal...he could feed some of her other needs as well. Cassandra loved Sabine. Sabine was her maker and she loved her deeply. Their sex was wonderful. But on occasion she missed the feeling of a man’s arms around her, the firmness of his body and the hardness of his sex pounding inside her, as it was with Henry. She would tell Sabine of her desire. Perhaps she would also like to find another lover for this night.

“Tell me more of your time as a hunted man.”

“The tale would take a long time to tell. Perhaps one day I will write a book.”
Cassandra gazed into his eyes “Then tell me the things that were most important. What path has led you to this party in Ireland.”

Transfixed for a moment, Philippe regained himself and began his tale.

“The revolution and The Terror were preceded by a long period of unrest. I was the oldest of my siblings and destined to succeed my father as Duc d’Orleans. I had entered the army at 19 and was an officer serving under Dumouriez near the Austrian border. Things in Paris were tense. Riots were breaking out. While I supported the revolution, my desire was to see a constitutional monarchy not the eradication of the Ancien Régime. My commander persuaded me we should cross into Austria and enlist the support of the Austrian army for a march on Paris. We were apprehended on the way and held briefly. We escaped and returned to our unit to rally the support of our troops and we almost succeeded but the artillery deserted us. I was branded a traitor and had no choice but to flee.

We escaped to Switzerland and connected with my sister Adelaide and the Countess of Genlis in Schaffhausen. We were discovered there and fled to Zur. Once again we were forced to flee, this time to Zurich. The authorities ordered me to leave Switzerland though they allowed my sister and the countess to stay. I crossed the Rhine with my servant Baudouin and found employment at a boy’s school in Reichenau. I taught history, geography and modern languages. We had a place to stay and we would no longer be hungry.

By this time I resigned myself to the idea I would never see my home or France again. I was in a deep state of melancholy when I met a young Bavarian woman, Marianne. She was a cook at the school and she brought some joy back to my life. Had it not been for her I may have hurled myself into Lake Constanze. We became lovers and when she became pregnant, it was my desire to marry her. It was Baudouin who convinced me of the folly of this thing. Monsieur Jost, the Headmaster, sent Marianne to Italy for our child to be born among her relatives. I understand the baby was adopted by one of her family.
She returned to the school though I had of course been dismissed."

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Where have you been Joni, Joni, what have you seen?

I haven't so much been lazy this time, I've been ill.  I was unable to walk without severe pain.  With the severe pain came severe pain killers.  Those gave me a serious case of the stupids and with all that came Depression.  The DSM IV says I have Major Depressive Disorder, sever and recurrent.  It sucks, but if you're into dark things in art, lit and music it can be useful.  I discovered shock of shocks, an American band that I really like!  Maryland Industrial rockers Ego Likeness.  Ego Likeness' two principles are Steven Archer and Donna Lynch


















The lyrics are dark, some from Bible and Talmud references.  It is at timls simple and melodic, and others more complex with a driving dance able bet.  I have here a few examples YouTube.


Song for Samael




In Jewish lore, Samael is said to be the angel of death, the chief ruler of the Fifth Heaven and one of the seven regents of the world served by two million angels; he resides in the Heaven. Yalkut I, 110 of the Talmud speaks of Samael as Esau's guardian angel. InSotah10b, Samael is Esau's guardian angel, and in the Sayings of Rabbi Eliezer, he is charged with being the one who tempted Eve, then seduced and impregnated her with Cain. Though some sources identify Gadreel as the angel that seduced Eve, other Hebrew scholars say that it was Samael who tempted Eve in the guise of the Serpent. Samael is also sometimes identified as being the angelic antagonist who wrestled with Jacob, and also the angel who held back the arm of Abraham as he was about to sacrifice his son.



The Devils in the Chemicals



Friday, February 15, 2013

Black September - Cadiz, 1853


The women landed at Cadiz, one of the oldest cities in all of Europe. The city lay on a narrow piece of land surrounded by water on 3 sides. To the west lay the Mediterranean Sea, on the East a safe harbour. It had been founded by the Phoenicians in ancient times, inhabited by the Greeks who claimed it as the site of one of the Twelve Labours of Hercules. It was ruled by Carthage and Rome for 800 years and had seen many wars. As the principal port of the Spanish Empire in the Americas it had been very wealthy a benefit which still persisted and to the delight of Cassandra,  boasted a large Irish enclave.
There were of course many older vampires within the city but Sabine felt the two of them could hold their own should any hostilities commence. They need not have worried. The ancient vampires required little blood and there was plenty for all.
They quickly found some ancient crypts in some of the cities old ruins and by nightfall on their second day they found the cities night life in the bars. They were looking for a little blood after their ocean voyage and male sex would be a good way to satisfy several urges at once. The dark men of Andalusia held an immediate attraction for Cassandra. She had never seen so many in a single place; she had never been with any other than the fair men of Britain and France.
The women went out looking for a meal and sex. They met two men that were from Madrid and staying at a local parador. Cassandra and Sabine joined them in their separate rooms. Miguel, the man that went with Sabine was very macho and led her by the hand into his room and quickly closed the door. Once inside he grabbed Sabine and pulled her close, kissing her hard on the mouth. at the same time he twisted her arm behind her back and pulled up, causing Sabine a bit of pain. She enjoyed the roughness of his manner and when he released her, he pushed her down on the bed, tearing the shoulder of her blouse. It would have been alright had he not slapped her face and yelled “¡En tu puta espalda!” On your back, whore!” The slap could have been fun but no one called her a whore.
“¡Hijo de perra!” You son of a bitch! In a flash she held Miguel in her deadly embrace, a hand at his throat. “You like to inflict pain, do you? Let us see how you take it!” Miguel wet himself as he looked at Sabine’s glowing green eyes and exposed fangs. She pushed his head to the side and with her hand over his mouth to stifle his screams, she sunk her teeth into him. After a few swallows she remembered Cassandra in a room with the other Castellano. If she killed this one they would have to kill the other, then dispose of the bodies. She stopped and making a scratch on her finger she used her own blood to seal the wound. She glamoured him to sleep but left the memory of the attack in his mind. He would think twice the next time. Leaving him asleep on the floor she went to find Cassandra.
The following night night they went to another inn, this one frequented by Romany, Gypsies, whom they heard did a fabulous dance called Flamenco.
They entered the room where the dancers lined the walls of the room. In the centre of the room stood a man in tight black pants and vest, as black as the hair on his head.  He also wore a white shirt, ruffled at the front up to the open collar.  He made rapid steps, creating a loud tapping sound with the broad high heel of his leather shoe. A woman in a bright red dress with three ruffles around the skirt and one at the hem advanced toward him and replied with her own stamping steps. He took her hand and around the room they whirled stopping with the music and repeating the stamping steps, advancing on one another, closer and closer until they were practically wrapped around one another. As the music came to an end the man dipped the woman backwards until her long braid touched the floor. The room applauded and the pair left the stage only to be replaced by another pair of dancers squaring off as if preparing for a fight. The music started and off they went around the room.
Cassandra and Sabine were fascinated by the beauty of the steps. Cass had always loved to dance. Perhaps she could persuade one of these beautiful men to teach her how to do this Flamenco dance. When the musicians took a break the two of them worked the room in search of and eventually found the man who did the wonderful first dance.  His name was Daniel, Daniel Flores.  They decided he would fulfil all their desires for this night.  After last night’s fiasco neither wanted a repeat. Let a single man think that tonight had been very fortunate for him.
They let Daniel think that he had charmed them both and convinced the at his throat. “You like to inflict pain, do you? Let us see how you take it!” Miguel wet himself as he looked at Sabine’s glowing green eyes and exposed fangs. She pushed his head to the side and with her hand over his mouth to stifle his screams, she sunk her teeth into him. After a few swallows she remembered Cassandra in a room with the other Castellano. If she killed this one they would have to kill the other, then dispose of the bodies. She stopped and making a scratch on her finger she used her own blood to seal the wound. She glamoured him to sleep but left the memory of the attack in his mind. He would think twice the next time. Leaving him asleep on the floor she went to find Cassandra.

The following night night they went to another inn, this one frequented by Romany, Gypsies, whom they heard did a fabulous dance called Flamenco.

They entered the room where the dancers lined the walls of the room. In the centre of the room stood a man in tight black pants and vest, as black as the hair on his head.  He also wore a white shirt, ruffled at the front up to the open collar.  He made rapid steps, creating a loud tapping sound with the broad high heel of his leather shoe. A woman in a bright red dress with three ruffles around the skirt and one at the hem advanced toward him and replied with her own stamping steps. He took her hand and around the room they whirled stopping with the music and repeating the stamping steps, advancing on one another, closer and closer until they were practically wrapped around one another. As the music came to an end the man dipped the woman backwards until her long braid touched the floor. The room applauded and the pair left the stage only to be replaced by another pair of dancers squaring off as if preparing for a fight. The music started and off they went, whirling around the room.
Cassandra and Sabine were fascinated by the beauty of the steps. Cass had always loved to dance. Perhaps she could persuade one of these beautiful men to teach her how to do this Flamenco dance. When the musicians took a break the two of them worked the room in search of and eventually found the man who did the wonderful first dance.  His name was Daniel, Daniel Flores.  They decided he would fulfill all their their desires for this night.  After last night’s fiasco neither wanted a repeat. Let a single man think that tonight had been very fortunate for him.
They let Daniel think that he had charmed them both and convinced the Inglesas to come see the harbour on this beautiful night. Who knows what else may happen later?
They were moving toward the door, Daniel making his goodbyes to his admiring male friends as they did. Without warning, one of the women dancers in a long grey and red skirt grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away from the women. Sabine and Cassandra thought it must be a wife or fiance and were shocked when she shouted at him, “Aléjate de los dos! ¿No ves que ellas son muertas? Son ángeles del infierno aquí para llevarte de vuelta con ellos! " -  Get away from those two! Can’t you see they are dead? They are angels from Hell here to take you back with them!”
A deafening quiet came over the room that only moments before had been full of laughter and the sounds of merry making. Now all eyes were on the fair women near the door.
Nothing like this had ever happened to them before. They backed slowly toward the door. Speaking in English so as not to be overheard Sabine said to Cassandra, “Once we make it to the door, run to the right, toward the centre of the city, I’ll go left.” They heard the sound of swords being drawn. “This is getting dangerous,” said Cassandra remembering all too well the vampire Sabine had decapitated back in Dublin so many years ago.
“We may be able to take them but one or both of us could be killed if the swordsmen are lucky. Better to make an escape. Break to the door. I’ll meet you by the church we passed just up the street.”
They ran, breaking the door into splinters as they passed. Cassandra had drawn a small crowd of pursuers;  the bulk followed the bruja chasing Sabine. Cassandra took to flight and landed by the church. Looking back from the church where they stopped, 400 meters from the cantina.  They turned and were surprised to see the Romany in pursuit. The woman with the sight was in the lead. They heard her cry, “¡Ahí están las mujeres muertas!”  there are the dead women!” and the crowd came running for them
Cassandra looked up and Sabine caught her meaning. They turned on the, crowed, spread their great black wings and took to the air. as they gained altitude they heard what sounded like incantations and a force seemed to be pulling them back toward the ground. Embracing each other they flapped their wings in tandem with all their might and finally broke free of whatever was pulling them back. Once they had altitude they turned north and headed for Seville.
Safely away from Cadiz and the Romany they found an ancient crypt below a church to spend the day. Once they had settled down, Sabine began to speak. “Witches! That woman was a witch and gifted with the sight. She can see what we are and is powerful enough to impede us from flight. Had one of us been alone it would surely be the day of her true death. We were fortunate this time but if there is one witch there are surely more. A full coven of thirteen working together would be the end of us. We must leave Spain as soon as we possibly can. They know we are here and will surely come looking for us.”.
“But there are others of our kind, many in Cadiz. Why do they not go after them?”
“They must have some agreement where they leave each other alone. The Romany loot the Spaniards for booty and the vampires take their blood. If only we had known.”
It was not yet dawn when they heard the door to the crypt opening. They blew out their candle, and took positions on either side of the entrance, ready for mortal combat. They heard the soft footsteps of a single person. A woman’s voice spoke, “You need not fear me for I am not Romany nor a witch. I am like you, vampire.” The woman lit a candle and before them stood an elegant woman dressed in Spanish attire.
“Who are you?”
“You have some cheek! You come into my land, set the the natives in an uproar and then try to interrogate me? The question is who are you!”
Sabine took a step towards the woman when Cassandra put out a hand and bade her to stop. “Please, begging your pardon, dear lady. We have had quite a fright tonight and I fear we have lost our manners. May I present to you Sabine Metzger of Lower Saxony. I am Cassandra Flynn, late of Dublin Ireland. May inquire who you might be?” She gave a curtsy as she finished
The lady smiled, curtsied and said, “I am Angelica Rylan, late of Sweden. I am spokeswoman for the vampires of Coastal Andalucia. I have come to discuss the trouble of earlier this night. I wish you had come to us upon your landing. While there is plenty for all in our land there are certain rules we all follow. The most important is to stay away from the Romany for the reasons you discovered tonight. They have sight and they know how to use magical powers. Had you actually killed one of them we would all be in trouble.”
“It was never our intent to kill anyone we were simply looking for a man to play with. Daniel is handsome and strong we would have taken nothing more than a taste and given him a night he would have cherished the rest of his life.”
“Esmerelda, the witch you encountered tonight is very angry. She want’s tribute to assuage this insult to the Romany people. Her words, not mine.”
“And what would it take to soothe her anger?” Sabine jumped in.
“That diamond necklace your friend is wearing would probably do it. Oh, she also want you to leave Andalusia forever.”
Sabine laughed, “Forever is a very long time. Far longer than she’ll be around. I believe those terms are agreeable to us, Cassandra?”
Cassandra nodded her head in ascension.
“Good! The time till dawn is short. Would you be so kind as to allow me to stay with you for the night?”
“Of course you may! Sabine and I usually lie together. You can have a tomb to yourself or join us.” Sabine invited.
“Together sounds wonderful!” chimed Angelica and began to undo the buttons on the back of her dress.  
Soon all three were naked and had used straw and some blankets to fashion a crude bed. They laid down, and Angelica extinguished her light. Had anyone been listening, giggling, cooing and the sounds of passion would have been all they heard.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

I've received some positive comments about the Tarja video I posted last year and inquires as to who she is. .Her name is Tarja Turunen. She's a Finnish classically trained lyric soprano. She is the former vocalist for Finnish symphonic metal group Nightwish. She's been on her own for 7 years and has 2 studio rock albums and 1 classical record. In August she released a smokin hot live album! 

Tarja - In for a Kill


This genre is popular almost everywhere but the US! Symphonic/Goth rock with female vocalists is the bulk of what I listen to now.  There are many groups that do this mix of classical/rock/metal.  Ask me and I'll give you a list of my favourites

This is a cut from the live  cd.