Not So Safe a Haven

       Birth of a Vampire

A quiet sound awakens me—

It comes, and then is lost again,

Wrapped in the soft folds of the night,

Moved away by the silent wind.

I rise and push aside the drape

To try to see what I cannot hear.

A shadow flickers through the trees,

A silhouette both dark and sere.

It hesitates and turns to peer

At my frozen form behind the cloth,

And slowly, softly stalks me there,

With kitten teeth and bloody mouth.

Lying down, I know I’ve died,

To rise again to night and wood.

And now I know the quiet sound—

It was the drip of my soul’s blood.

copyright Angela Parson Myers 2011

The Tooth, the Whole Tooth…

Ladislas wept as he pulled his limousine into the drive of his gothic mansion. Nothing could console him—not even the song of the howling wind as it blew clouds across the face of the full moon. It was over—all over. How was he to survive?

His dentist’s words echoed, “I’m sorry. I’ve done everything I can. They’ll all have to be pulled.”

Who knew that his favorite food contained so much sugar? And how could he explain to his dentist that he needed two sets of dentures—one with very long, sharp canines?

(Written in response to a GBE2 challenge to write a story in 100 words, including the title.)

copyright Angela Parson Myers 2011