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Two hundred years and counting...
03:34 Apr 28 2008
Times Read: 1,372

Ankh-Re, you fucking prick! You wait two hundred years to tell me that you want us to be together? I will believe that when pigs fly, which I do not expect to see anytime soon.

Why do you have to come here and interrupt my solitude? You fucking asshole. I hate you...I love you.

Read my thoughts now, you fucking prick.

© MFH 2008

Ankh-Re!
20:01 Apr 27 2008
Times Read: 1,387

I was in a Starbuck's, of all places, when I had the good fortune (?) of running into Ankh-Re...I almost had a heart attack! My vente caramel macchiato fell to the floor in a big messy splash.

"Isis - how good to see you, my dear! You look ravishing!" he said. All I could say was "Um...um...'

He laughed and took my arm, leading me to a table while a barista cleaned up the mess. He did not look bad himself. He seemed larger than life, and was still beautiful. He wore an expensive custom-made black linen suit and a stark white shirt, which offset his golden skin perfectly. His black curling hair was shoulder-length, and there was a huge diamond in each earlobe.

"Yes, I cut my hair a bit" he said, reading my thoughts...I always hated when he did that. I should have remembered to block my thoughts, but I was too stunned upon seeing him.

It took a few minutes, but I relaxed a bit, and attempted to catch up on old times.

"What's it been - two hundred years?" he asked, in his perfect unaccented American English.

"Something like that...The last time I saw you, you were cavorting around in Paris during the Revolution" I replied. "What brings you here?" I asked.

He looked at me thoughtfully for a long time, then said " I've missed you, Isis. You always run away from me and hide. Why can't we just be friends and try to make something special out of our relationship?"

I was in shock...this coming from a man who went through hundreds of women over the millennia. I laughed. "What brought this on?" I asked.

Ankh-Re said " Isis, I'm tired of playing games and playing around. You know how I've felt about you. I just want to settle down now and have one woman - one mate".

My mouth fell open. "I will have to think about it, Ankh-Re" I replied. The Goddess knows that I wanted him...so did he, the prick. When I got up to leave, he wanted to come with me. I told him no, as I had a lot of thinking to do...damn, how I wanted to make love and exchange blood with him. But I held my ground. If Ankh-Re truly desires me, he will have to prove it.

We will see where this leads...





© MFH 2008

Man finds mangled body in alleyway.
04:47 Apr 22 2008
Times Read: 1,429

I saw this in my morning paper:



At approximately 3AM this morning, a man's body was found by a homeless man in an alley, according to authorities. The homeless man - who did not wish to be identified - stated that he came upon a man's lifeless body while looking for bottles and cans to recycle.

"It was a mess - his neck was all tore up and s--t" reported the homeless man. "It looked like he was tore up by rabid dogs or something".

When the police arrived on the scene, they could find no identification for the deceased. He is described as being a white male in his late 20's to early 30's, with short dark blonde hair, and is approximately 6 feet tall with a muscular build.

If anyone knows of a missing person fitting this description, or have any information regarding this crime, they are urged to notify authorities immediately.





I am laughing my ass off...really.







© MFH 2008

Some people just deserve to get fucked up...
08:03 Apr 21 2008
Times Read: 1,439

I missed my old poker-playing friends last night while on my nightly walk. The weather has been unnaturally cold and windy, so no open garages...

The wind was so strong that it blew my hair from my bun...yes, I wear my hair in a bun - or one braid. Go ahead - laugh. Anyway, along with the screeching of the wind, I heard the terrified screams of a woman. I followed the screams to an alley - where I saw a man beating a woman mercilessly while ripping her clothes from her body. If there is one thing that angers me to the fullest is to see a woman - or a child - being abused.

I grabbed him from behind and threw him against a wall. He was slightly dazed, but recovered quickly. I could see the anger and hate in his eyes...and I am positive that he saw the horrifying hate and bloodlust in mine, with my hair blowing about like a banshee, because he turned to run...like he could escape me! Ha! I wanted him to feel the pain and horror that was his due. I ripped his throat out and drained him dry in a matter of minutes...

When I had finished, I remembered the woman; she was frozen in fear up against the wall. I composed myself, wiped off the blood from my face with a silk handkerchief, and told her that I would not harm her. I offered to walk her home and gave her my coat...I am sure that she accepted my offer in fear. When we got to her apartment, I told her that everything would be fine, and that everything would be better the next day. I kissed her on the forehead, and bid her goodnight. I know that she will not remember much, thank the Goddess.

© MFH 2008

I need more evenings like this.
02:03 Apr 15 2008
Times Read: 1,463

Last night was pretty warm as I took my customary stroll through the streets of the small town where I live...I felt fine, but I knew that I had to feed soon.

I came upon a group of three elderly men playing cards in an open garage. I stood on the sidewalk and watched them for awhile - they looked at me from time to time, then one finally said "What's a nice girl like you doin' walkin' around by yourself at night?" I replied " I always take a walk in the evenings; plus, I can take care of myself".

They invited me into the garage, where I proceeded to play poker with them until well past midnight. I had so much fun interacting with humans on their level that I forgot to feed.







© MFH 2008

A night without control...
03:24 Apr 07 2008
Times Read: 1,509

I am not greedy - usually one feeding a week keeps me healthy and sane (for the most part). I enjoy the food that mortals eat, but of course, in order to sustain my unique physiology, I must drink blood...preferably the blood of a healthy young human male.

I do not have a problem feeding - it is rather easy to find prey...many of them come to me willingly. But, on occasion, I get a fighter...I sometimes like a challenge while on the hunt, so I will lurk and wait for a minister or priest to feed upon.

I think it is rather funny to see them drop to their knees in prayer, begging their god to save and protect them. Of course, their god does not come, and I have my way with them. I only take what is neccesary for me to continue on - I do not kill them - usually...well, except for last night. I fed upon a most handsome raven-haired Catholic priest - if he was not so into his god, I would have been tempted to make him my pet.

He fought and prayed and had a huge erection in the process. His cries brought unwanted attention - I had to leave quickly. In my anger and fear-driven haste, I broke his neck. What a waste on my part.



That is going to be a lot of Hail Marys'...even though I am not Catholic.

© MFH 2008

In the Beginning...
08:56 Apr 03 2008
Times Read: 1,536








Over the centuries, I have kept a journal, off and on. I leave bits and pieces of my long life for no one in particular. It is just something that I am compelled to do. So, here is my latest journal. I always begin each one with a similar prologue:



It was in Memphis - in the temple of Isis - where I underwent the Change.

While making an offering to the Goddess, I was bitten by Ankh-Re, a very powerful - and beautiful - high priest of Amun. Since he had failed in previous attempts to make me fall under his spell, he decided to take me by force. I will admit that I did not fight him as I should have - my will was overtaken by his golden eyes, his strong arms, and his scent - the sweet aroma of musk and the Nile lily.

I recall his teeth sinking into my throat, and my strength fading away. I will never forget that first metallic taste of his blood as it trickled between my lips...

It has been over 4,000 years since I became a vampire...and this image - the taste, touch, scent - is still in my mind as if it were yesterday.









© MFH 2008