From the Personal Journal of AbigaĆ«lle Charest Spring, 1860 I have just arrived at a new archaeological dig in Memphis, Egypt that Auguste Mariette opened up. Dorian Reynaud, the site's patron from the Louvre, hired me on as translator and archivist for a new discovery by his foreman, Henri Chevalier. We finally moved enough rock […]

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"Here come the woman, with the look in her eye. Raised on leather, with flesh on her mind. Words as weapons sharper than knives, Makes you wonder how the other half die." --INXS, "The Devil Inside" The light from the bonfire blazed between her and I. The fire added heat that was hardly noticeable compared […]

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"Who needs the light With the darkness in your eyes Who needs to sleep With the stars in the sky It's here in your soul I want to be married You are my sanctuary." -- Madonna, "Sanctuary" from Bedtime Stories Adam Stone had a good life. He lived in Phoenix, Arizona all of that life. […]

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Part I: The Shining Sun, Blue Moon and the Shooting Star Once upon a time so long ago, the sun and moon and stars shone down on the world below. All the heavens above loved Mother Earth and enjoyed their chance to shine upon her. In an immortal, beautiful dance, each took their turns in […]

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I've never been one to be superstitious. Granted, being a vampire hunter has made me more aware of the supernatural forces around me. I mean the only talisman that I have, if you can call it that, is my silver ankh with the amethyst mount. But I certainly never put any credence to the stories […]

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Diary Entry for October 13, 1998 It was during my surgery that I saw him again. Earlier that morning, around 6:10 AM, I thought I saw him then, too. But surely that was just my imagination running away with me during a vulnerable time. I was worried about my surgery, but at that point I […]

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Darkness. Silence. Peace. For me, these things are inseparable. For only when I find the first two elusive prizes can the latter be found. My peace is shattered by the piercing squeals of my alarm clock. I find my shotgun, which is always laid beside my bed loaded, and aim blindly towards the source of […]

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