THERES A MOON OUT TONIGHT...AND TOMORROW AS WELL

Everything went as planned. The higher ups at the Bureau wanted their own home grown vampire and they were about to get one. Jonathon and the young doctorix made love, human love (as vampires are still quite capable of doing), plus the more esoteric, life-eater version. He opened her neck. She moaned. His breath pleasured her. She contorted her throat and arched her back. It was a reflex. And he went in deeper. He could taste her salt and drew out the fluid in great, rich draughts. Her eyelids fluttered. She grabbed his hips and held on tight. And then she felt the cold, dark shiver of oblivion. Her life force, her blood, was within him. And he raked his nails across his own throat  and prepared her to take it back. The blood welled up. He raised her head. Her lips found the cut and she began to swallow. Was this blood? Was it sommething  different? Even the scientists of the Bureau didn't know. And old ones like Papa didn't care. But the circle was complete and she was quickened into a state of being both miraculous and dark. Suddenly it was over. She had the 'gift.' It was within her. She exhaled and relaxed. They went back to the more traditional form of love-making. And all the while, the men from the Bureau watched it all upon their screen.........While in another seclued enclosure, Papa allowed the cherubs to approach him. They fluttered about his body like moths. He held out his arms. He smiled. It tickled, as their tiny, sharp-tipped tongues broke the skin and lapped up tiny drinks. This is how they bond with one another. 'Through the blood, ye shall know them,'is an old vampire proverb. And it is also quite true. The four beautiful elves approached him too. And he hugged each to his chest in their turn, allowing them to draw off a bit of his essence. Baylah stood off to the side softly clapping her hands and singing some sort of hymn. Sarah just leaned against a wall and watched.  And Doctor Franklin, who went back into the chamber to be with them, made circles with his little scooter, as he chuckled and joined Baylah in her song. Papa even motioned to him and called him over. The threehundred and four year old conumdrum pointed to his sweatsuit covered chest and said - Me?.....Papa nodded. Franklin got  off that scooter real fast and did his best old man hobble dance over there. What Luck! He never even hoped  for anything like this. Then the twentyeight thousand year old, sleek, salt and pepper haired gentleman lifted him off his feet, and placed his puckered lips against one of the recent cherub wounds, so he could suck off the last few drops. The whispy haired old wizard chortled with delight.. It seemed everyone within the complex was engaged in rather unusual activities. The mermaid hag in her tank, sang songs to charm the whales (if there were whales). Feral creatures, such as the resident Big-Foot and Jersey Devil, howled at the unseen moon. Tomorrow night would be the young doctorix' First Night (this one did not count for she did not awaken to it in the vampire state). And a special one it would be. The full moon will make its closest approach to Earth in decades. It will appear to be very much larger. The silvery light will splash down like magic. And it is magic. Creatures of the deep will feel it. Land dwellers, such as yourselves will sense something too..In far off Persia, this is the time of The New Year...Well, perhaps those noble poets are right. Expect changes, for the midnight world will assume a new form. And the magic will fill yet another vessel. Maybe she'll tell us her name?......

THIS IS NOT A POST-----this is wilkravitz

It's daytime, human lunchtime. No vampires are around. I'm not sure where they are, but no one is channeling anything through me right now. I think they're all over at that Anti-Enchantment-Bureau compound. I don't know. But Annie is still here. And she wakes up a lot during the day. It doesn't matter to her. We're in a museum. Few of the galleries have exterior windows. If she's careful and avoids certain places (mostly near the entrance) what does she have to worry about? But the facility is 'open for business' during the day, so she does have to spruce up a bit, tone down her act and pass as human. That she can do. It's not hard to pass as a brat these days. In fact, that's what they notice first. They say - Look at that shitty little bitch. And nobody wants to get too close to her anyway.....I think she's playing with the hercules beetles. The live ones, I mean. They have a group of them in a lab upstairs. I don't know what you'd call them. They're so big. What are they, a herd? Zeke's not here. He's night shift. I stay away from most of the day people. Why complicate things? So I'm alone now and I got the keyboard all to myself. No major drama streaming in from the undead. And Little Bastard Annie is busy tormenting some other life form. So let me tap out a few things about myself. First, I'm 6'2" tall (true.. that's not 'internet height' that's.real height). And I weigh about 205 pounds. My hair is buzzed almost to the bone cause some of it ran away from home and it looks better and more stylish this way.  They say short hair looks thicker. When I get it shaved to the bone it's gonna look real thick.I'll post a pic when I learn how.
What can I say. Not a fast learner. I guess I look OK, kinda like a studious, though fit grad student. But a really, really slow grad student. Cause I'm cruisin' 'round passed fifty. I must like writin' them term papers a whole lot. Still, I do look young for my age, like they got this big vat of aloe vera gel at the mall and for twenty bucks a pop they'll lift you up on a winch and plop you down in it. The naked part bothers me a little, but I don't care. I been goin' to this mall since I was a kid, so they know me... So far, I'm holding my own. I like the Jersey Shore (the real one, not the live-action cartoon) all kinds of dogs, just so they don't slip no tongue in my mouth. Some a them get funny that way. I like the idea of cooking, but hate actually doing it because you have to clean up all that crap after and telekenysis almost never works. So neighborhood diner/restaurant fare comprises the major part of my diet. I do try to avoid trans-fatty-acids, but they taste so God damn good! You know what I mean? I always load up at the salad bar (yes, I know what gloopy junk to stay away from.). And if there's like one or two dead bugs in the ice cubes, I don't care. But I do have my limits, 'specially if they big bugs.  I like casual, GAP style clothes (they still around?), but can work a suit when I have to. And that includes the slim 'Mad Men' type. Used to enjoy video poker at Atlantic City, but one day I just discovered that I didn't have the patience for it any more. True, it happened just like that. I wasn't even thinking about it. It just happened...That's when I started blogging... Speaking of the shore, I burn easily too, so I have to be careful. My chin beard is white, yellow and orange...Why, you got a problem with that? And lately I'm a little jumpy where tsunamis are concerned. They play a recurring part in my dreams. I think they mean you're gonna pee the bed or something. That's what a fortune cookie said.. We got some Chinese buffets 'round my way too. But morning bike rides on picturebook boardwalks or through magazine-like residential streets tend to banish tsunami phobia a little, replacing it with a vague, though growing castration complex. I got a get a more comfy seat. And since most of the Jaws movies were over about thirty years ago, shark phobia is startin' to receed a little too. But, you know most attacks take place in three feet of water? That IS true. Oh, yeah, I remember. I was gonna tell you about.... Oh, shit! Annie's comin' back. Next time. Next time. I'll tell you next time. Look at her. She's squeezin' a live rat and carrying a big jar of Ragu (extra chunky) spaghetti sauce. And who the hell do you think is gonna have to clean up that crap!?. Lemme go find a roll a toilet paper...........

I know some a you saw this before. But  this time I made it truer......and if Jimmy Fallon can stick in re-runs all the time, so can I.....

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