Use Your Paranormal Imagination! Contest
Do you stay up all night with books about the paranormal? Have you read through Twilight or The Vampire Diaries series more than once? Do you ever think of maybe writing your own vampire series?
If so, this contest is right for you!
Submit a comment explaining how the vampires in your series would be created and destroyed.
The most creative submission will win a big Vampire Diaries canvas bag and a hardcover copy of the book, Tempest, by Julie Cross.
A couple of rules:
- Only one entry per person
- You have to enterby 11:59 PM on Friday August 24 2012 to be eligible to win.
- Make sure to send us your email, or else we can't contact you to let you know you've won!
Good Luck!
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My vampire would be dead but alive…he would be buried alive because his family thought he was dead when he fell off a cliff and in to the water (his body was found)and then buried him when he was actually alive, he fed of insects blood while he was in his grave, and then, 55 years later he found his way up, and it was midnight. After being cursed by the moon, he would come up everyday at midnight, looking for bugs which for him were us, he fed off our heart and blood.
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At the end, his twin, before he was dead, alive, this person pierced his heart with a wooden stake, and shot him in the heart with a silver bullet given by priest, after he would get blood from his flesh and smear it over where the bullet was shot, and that is how my vampire would die.
My vampires would be created in labs under the guise or in cahoots with NASA. Perhaps using some hyper strain of rabies or an entirely new vampire virus. Volunteers could participate of their own free will in pursuit of science. These vampires would be sent to Mars along with the necessary tools to construct a lab and report on the red planet more accurately than the rover can. Since they wouldn’t need anything aside from occasional blood packs we could ship they would be ideal. No need for oxygen or food and impervious to severe temperature change, highly trained, scientific, vampires could expand our knowledge of Mars immensely. If the program ever outlived it’s usefulness or practicality we could always return them to earth or detonate a small nuclear device hidden in a shipment of blood because hey, who wants vampires running around earth?
Timmy is quite the monstrosity, created through a human’s dealings with the world renowned Lucifer (yes, as in Lucifer the Devil). The deal was that Timmy, a sixteen year old teenager who feared death more than anything in the world, would sell his soul in order to receive the promising gift of immortality. Unfortunately, the selling of a soul is really not as simple as it sounds, and requires complete and utter allegiance to the devil…for all eternity. Timmy was fine with this really, and complied with this for many years, until one of the tasks Lucifer sent him to complete included bombing an airplane, with tons of people on board. This—the fact that he was willing to kill hundreds just to avoid his fear of death— triggered a wave of remorse to attack Timmy. After many years of sadness and self-reflection, he realized the abomination that he truly was, and teamed up with a team of scientists who agreed to help him overcome the task of embracing death. You see, fire could not kill Timmy, nor could any man made tool, or inventions of the natural earth. He was strong, with hard skin, and survived on nothing— not food, water, or blood. For the greater good, a series of scientists agreed to try and kill him, only after preforming a series of tests on him in hopes of finding clues for medical advancements in the human world. During this time, Timmy fell in love with the youngest of the scientists, Daisy, who died shortly afterwards after contracting a deadly variation of Tuberculosis.
Timmy realized after Daisy’s death that he no longer feared death, and that he in fact welcomed it with open arms, wishing to be reunited with Daisy. Fortunately, Timmy’s love for Daisy was so strong that it overpowered his allegiance to Lucifer, causing him to break the deal, receive his soul, and die one of the happiest deaths in the world.
Cold Blood
Chris has an idea to create a friend because he is very lonely. He is inspired by Mary Shelley’s book, Frankenstein, but he decides to put a little twist and spark into his creation. He goes to an abandoned graveyard to find corpses. He decides to use a potion that can’transform a dead corpse into a vampire. The potion has a list of recipes. This include the corpse’s hair, he will have to use a human blood (his blood) to awaken the corpse into a vampire. Also, he includes the nail of a human being into the potion so it can have real features of a real human being. At midnight when the moon turn into a new moon, that’s when his corpse awakens to be a real vampire. As Vermin awakens, it seems he goes astray; he goes killing people and sucking their blood with his big fangs. Chris had only one choice, either to let him continue killing thousands of innocent people or kill him. He had no other choice but trust himself that he’s doing the right decision. Although Vermin is immortal, he can die when the person who brought him to life puts a fresh black rose into his heart. The reason for this is because black roses represent a significant meaning, which means death and farewell. Vampires are vulnerable towards black roses because it brings them so much grief and sorrow.
Mirror Mirror
Set in a society where looks are treasured, not many of the towns people reflect to think of what their inner beauty consists of. Women and men alike, have become obsessed with perfecting looks and vanity has become a common trait to these people. As the evil within their souls grows, so do the number of dead bodies. This town has been cursed by an ancient evil that presents itself as human reflections in mirrors. When the towns people look into their mirrors, the evil within them gets sucked into the reflection. At night the reflection leaves its mirror prison and roams the land looking for bodies to suck dry. The evil reflections survive with the help of fresh human blood and the aura of their human hosts. The people of the town have thus unknowingly created the vampire species.
Several years later, with the town almost deserted, a vampire hunter visits town. The vampire hunter realizes that something is wrong when the towns people refuse to leave their homes at night and stumbles upon a stray vampire at the peak of midnight. After staking the vampire, the hunter discovers that the town is filled with them. The vampires are killed one by one by the vampire hunter after he lures them out with the help of the towns people.
These entries are amazing! Keep ’em coming! They have to be submitted by midnight tomorrow if they’re going to be considered for the prize!
I just enjoy reading all your posts! Such creativity! 🙂 Keep sending them in!
She sucked the last bit of blood from her latest victim’s arm, long black hair brushing the boy’s shoulder blades. She pulled it from her face, smiling. It had been a long time since she had resigned herself to this life, longer still since she had repulsed herself. She stood and her hair fell forward, obstructing her vision. Still, she would not tie it— she would never tie it again. She was not the Katie she once was, a sweet girl who tied her hair into perfect pigtails every day. She walked away from the now lifeless body, hair swaying in the breeze.
The Dreams. The Dreams came back. Katie turned in her sleep, tormented by The Dreams. She was nineteen again in those insufferable pigtails she used to love, driving in her mother’s car on a lonely highway, on her way home from Jules’ party. If she focused, she could still feel his arms around her— gentle and caressing, warm and inviting— how good she felt in his embrace. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, really, to submerge herself in the memory. How warm she felt, how wonderfully warm. She should open her eyes, but she just felt so warm, so comfortable. A light. A crash. A scream— was it her own? And then pain. Pain so unbearable, every limb was on fire, every inch of her skin burning, burning. The next bit came in fragmented pieces…the realization that any help could be hours away…crawling onto the road…the car she had hit twisted, the driver bloodied, broken… the driver dying… dead…screaming, no doubt her own now. Thirsty suddenly, but there was nothing to drink. She was so thirsty, so god damn thirsty. She looked at the driver, a man, the blood soaking his clothes. Curious, she thought, the blood almost looked like wine. No, that was disgusting, a disgusting thought. So thirsty. But the thought would not leave, just grew and grew until she knew she would go mad if it wasn’t stopped. So thirsty. Disgusting. Just one lick, one drink. Katie knelt by the man, his ribs seemed as good a place as any, and sucked on the blood streaming from his wounds. It burned her throat, but left a pleasant sort of tingling behind. She could feel her body repairing the damage from the crash, could feel her strength growing.
From that day, any food or drink scalded Katie and rendered her unable to swallow. She could only drink blood. She starved herself at first, revolted by the thought of what she had done. But she would have to do it again if she was to survive. And she did. Again and again. She sustained herself on a kill a month, justifying it as means to her own survival. She became numb, indifferent, killing methodically without emotion. Until once a month wasn’t enough. Until she enjoyed the stalk, the hunt, the kill— the meal. Until she untied her pigtails and became a new Katie.
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‘The army’s outside, waiting,’ Jules said quietly, ‘They’re waiting for me to give them the okay.’
‘And if I kill you before you give the okay?’ Katie sneered.
‘If you try they’ll come in. They’ll kill you’
Katie laughed mirthlessly, ‘I’ll have already killed you, already tasted your blood, before they can get to me.’
He looked at her steadily, his voice still quiet and calm but thick with emotion, ‘What will that do? One last meal before you die? It doesn’t have to end that way. Come with me, we can help. I can help.’
She jumped forward and lifted her blade inches from his face, the blunt tip almost touching his cheek. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he collected himself. Infuriating, so infuriating, ‘Do you think I’m so stupid as to believe you? They’ll kill me! They’ll kill me for all I’ve done, I know it. I’m not stupid! So why don’t I just kill you first, bring you with me wherever we go when we die? I’ll go to Hell if there is one. I’m not stupid. But you, you’ll go to Hell too.’ He didn’t answer, just continued holding her gaze.
She found it disconcerting and looked away, looked anywhere but his eyes, ‘I’m not stupid. I’ll go to Hell. You’ll go too though. You— you told me you loved me once.’
She didn’t know if he still held her gaze when he spoke because her eyes were glazing over, filling with tears she refused to let fall, ‘I loved the Katie that loved herself. That loved life, not death. Show me you still love life Katie.’
She looked at him now, his eyes were still steady, and let her tears fall silently. Show him, he asked, show him. But she didn’t love life, not her own, so gruesome, tainted by blood not her own. She had to cleanse herself and maybe she could love life. But what could be strong enough to wipe away years of murder and bloodshed? Show him.
She lowered the blade slowly and nodded. One last good deed, one last bit of the old Katie. She would do it. Katie held the knife in both hands and before Jules had time to react, to even think if it was right to stop her, plunged it deep into her own chest.
She fell, her eyes blurred, and her mind registered only fragments. Fragments like she had seen so many years ago. Men and women in uniform, rushing, why were they rushing…blood pouring from her body…Jules’ face just above her.
She touched her hand to her chest and lifted it, covered in blood, to her mouth. She held it close, but it did not touch her lips.
‘Clean now Jules, I— I’m clean,’ her eyelids fluttered momentarily before her hand dropped to her side forever.
My story would be about the female vampire named Leviantha.
Creation:
It was twilight, the Mother bat joyfully gave birth to her first group of offspring, three males and one female. The calm night is inturrupted by a screech of alarm, the humans were coming!
The humans worked at the nuclear plant near the cave, and every night, they would go in the cave and try to kill the bats. But this night, was different. The nuclear plant nearby exploded, the fire spread into the cave roasting everyone alive. Only the four young offspring remained, and their bodies quickly absorbed all the radioactive substance around them. The three males were not able to battle with the substance, and died, the female did not. The material made the bat morph into a human form, with pale blue eyes, and an inhuman but beautiful complexion. Her food source was still blood. she also hated humans for what they had done. Her name was Leviantha
What she does:
Wanting to get revenge for her family members, the vampire feed on humans, leaving a pile of lifeless people in every town. The more victims she fed off, along with her growing hatred allowed the vampire to stay young and alive longer.
How she was destroyed:
The only way to kill her is to have a person who truly loves the vampire to treat them with love for three days. Then, during twilight, the person must kiss the vampire passionately. Unfortunately, Leviantha knows this, she refuses to be loved, until she falls in love with a human, Richard, who was the child of one of the workers who had tortured the bats back in the cave. Her mind battles with her heart, until at last she blurts out the truth to him. Richard understands her hate, and sucks away her hatred with his love. Finally, Leviantha lets go of the past, and escapes back to the cave where she was born. Richard follows, and tries to kiss her. Levi refuses, she doesn’t want to die and be alone.
Richard promises that he will go with her. It’s twilight, and the human lips gently touch the vamp’s, and two hearts join together peacefully in heaven.
Vampires in my series would be created by the incantation bind. It would not matter whether it is day or sun; weather or date is not an issue. The incantation would be sung while the vampire imprints a visible bind called the “Frail Veil” through the right forearm of a human using his nail and blood. The tattoo is a blood red colour and other vampires can identify themselves using this mark.
The only way for any vampire to be destroyed is if the incantation is unbound. To do so, at least two other vampires would chant the spell backwards, tracing the “Frail Veil” back to a clean mark. The two vampires would share their blood and sacrifice their lives as well – all vanishing into mere dust.