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My Head Held High
Darkness and evil around me abound,
My scream is wretched without a sound,
My eyes are wide open, but I can’t see
Not in pride, my head’s held high
Look what evil’s done to me.
-Ivan Karhoff
The Vampire Scream
The vampire scream is no ordinary sound. It’s a sound that vibrates on a frequency created by the Devil himself. It serves as a siren, because it calls upon all the dark souls of the night to rise up and feast. A picture of the scream looks like it was stolen from a dark Salvador Dali painting, full of haunting and despair.
The blood pattern is messy, showing signs that the victim struggled and the vampire was in a hurry, almost as if he’d been tortured by thirst for eternity. With blood still dripping from his mouth, he sounds off the shriek that sends fear into the minds of all that can hear it.
Nothing can sustain the vampire for too long, and his scream will no doubt be heard again. His desperation runs deep through his dark veins and herein lays the danger. His despair will go on to his next victim, at least for a while.
I’m Still Thirsty
If there is one thing that never goes away, it’s the thirst of a vampire. In this case she has gone mad with the adrenalin that is generated when digging her fangs into the veins of a mortal. It’s like discovering a fountain of youth as they burst open and stream with delicious, warm red blood. For this vampire one fountain simply isn’t enough.
Her snarling expression, dangerously sharp nails and unstoppable determination are aimed at one thing and one thing only, more blood. All the screaming in the world won’t distract or keep her from turning into a devious creature of the night. With one swift bite her victim will come face to face with true evil.
Like lipstick she wears the aftermath of her kill, proud and satisfied if only for a minute. Without any remorse or guilt, she will seek her next fountain, and when she finds it her predator instincts graciously take over.