The Turn of Fate


The scent of blood
The nostrils flares
Who is this one who dared
The forest dark
Paths to walk
Why are they not scared?

He waited
For his prey to pass
Then knife raised in the air
Moved quickly
Stepped behind the girl
Grabbed her by the hair

“You’re mine to take”
He hissed to her
Her clothes he went to rip
She spun around
Her legs swung out
He fell hard with the trip

“Your wrong my friend”
Her eyes glowed red
“You’ve made a big mistake”
He screamed
As her fangs appeared
“You are mine to take”

With super strength
She held him
Robbed him of his seed
They found him
With his throat in shreds
No blood left to bleed

Mark D Davis ©2017

The Dancing Vamp


He danced like no other
Held her in his arms
They floated round the floor
Enraptured by his charms
Pressed tight against her
Lost in his masked eyes
Her own sex on fire
Locked to his hard thighs

If only she knew
His true need that night
Not revealed till her fate
Was sealed with his bite

Mark D Davis ©2017

A Vamps Need


An awesome sight
Head lifted to the night
Satisfied now she’d fed
Her victim tied to the bed

So simple, a show of leg
One kiss and then they’d beg
Lured them to her room
Unaware, impending doom

Allow them to enter first
Before she quenched her lethal thirst
Then lost in orgasms cry
She’d drain her victim dry

A Sirens Call


Gazing at the fire
He heard her call his name
Could not believe his eyes
As she grew out of the flame
Beckoned him towards her
“I know that which you yearn
Come dance with me tonight
A whole world you will learn”

Trancelike he stood
Eyes lit with desire
Stepped into her arms
This Goddess of the fire
No pain did he feel
As to embers he was drawn
Rewarded by her passion
As to her world he was reborn

Haunted Honeymoon


Stranded on the roadside
Bravely left her car
Had seen a lighted window
It didn’t seem too far
No signal on her phone
Not sure what to do
The rain began to fall
Soon she was soaked through

The young man was welcoming
Invited her inside
She asked to use his phone
“It’s broken” he replied
Handed her a towel
Told her to dry her hair
Then left her and returned
With something dry to wear

She changed in the bathroom
The dress was white and lace
When she went back out
A wide smile crossed his face
Dressed in his Sunday best
He invited her to eat
Walked her to the table
He was really quite sweet

They talked about the weather
He asked about her drive
Would they worry he asked her
When tonight she’d not arrive
She told him as long
As she was there next day
They would think she stopped to rest
With the weather been that way

After the meal
They talked for a while
Then he asked her to dance
“It’s been quite a while”
His strong farmers hands
Felt nice on her hips
As they swayed to the music
She searched out his lips
Not a word spoken
She was led to his bed
Covered in petals
Of roses so red
Such a tender lover
She’d not had before
Not one part of needs
Did he fail to explore

Woken by the knocking
The sun shining through
When she answered the police said
“We’ve been looking for you
We saw your car
Guessed you might be here
We can get you on your way
There’s nothing to fear”

She went to tell them
About the man and the night
But as she looked around
Saw the derelict sight
“No one has lived here
Since young Bill lost his bride
But sometimes the locals
See a light inside”

“The night of the wedding
Bill hit a tree
She died in his arms
Her head on his knee
He tried to go on
But he couldn’t forgive
And in the end he lost
Any will to live”

As she closed the door
She was sure she heard
A voice say her name
Maybe it was a bird
Then she felt his touch
And his breathe on her ear
“Thank you for my honeymoon night
My dear”



The Vamp in Red


That final touch she knew
Would seal her plan
She knew just what it took
To lure
And ensnare
The right sort of a man
One look from her
The vision clad in red
Drawn softly
To her web
Then tethered to her bed

As she stripped
And laid his body bare
The vein would pulse
In his erection
Run her painted nail there
She would mount
Hold him firm as muscles grip
Then with a scream
As they came
His throats her vicious fangs would rip

She would drink
As she drained him of his seed
His blood so rich
From his excitement
Her favourite time to feed
Then with her kiss
She would revive him with her breathe
Bring him forth
Into her world
Join her tribe of Living Death

Mark Davis 2016




Incense caressed his nostrils
As she bade him take a chair
A shiver through his body
She trapped him her stare
What had drawn him through that doorway
With it’s tiny little bell?
Totally unaware
He was underneath her spell

She wished to celebrate
This rare witches moon
Her body was preparing
For what would happen soon
This young man she’d selected
To ease her of her plight
Would not leave here till morning
Till sun replaced moons light

In his eyes he saw a maiden
Long flowing hair of black
Curled over her breasts
Flowed softly down her back
She knew just what he wanted
The spell is mind would fool
Soft skin would lay upon his
As he made love to this jewel

He’d wonder in the morning
When he awoke and looked around
Would be in his own bedroom
No one else around
And try as he may
Would never find that door
And live his life searching
Lay his eyes on her no more