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By Paula Guran

The undead are extra alive this day than ever. Immortal? certainly! not anything has sunk its enamel into twenty-first century pop culture as pervasively because the vampire. The fangsters have the liberty to fly throughout all genres and all mediums - there''s even apps for vamps. no matter if roaming into romance, haunting horror, sneaking into technology fiction, capering into humor, meandering via secret - no icon is extra flexible than the vampire. Slake your insatiable thirst with the easiest sanguinary tales of the recent millennium: terrifying or smooth, lethal or scrumptious, bad-ass or beneficent, vintage or state of the art.

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He gave Butts the torch and swept slowly, making an attempt to not fire up the motes. After a minute, he can make out a seam within the floorboards. The seam prolonged right into a man-sized sq., whole with a recessed iron latch. while Colin pulled up at the deal with, he used to be bathed in a nasty smell 100 occasions worse than something on his grandparent’s farm. The resource of the feral odor. And it was once terrible. jumbled in with the smell of beasts was once decay; rotting, stinking, flesh. Colin knelt down, gagging. It took a number of mins for the contractions to forestall. “There’s a ladder. ” Butts thrust the torch into the outlet. His loose hand coated his nostril and mouth. “How a long way down? ” Colin controlled. “Not very. i will make out the ground. ” “Hey! you continue to down there! ” “Yes. yet sooner than you come back down, you want to arrange yourselves, gents. ” “Prepare ourselves? What for? ” “I am afraid my visual appeal may well pose a bit a surprise. besides the fact that, you want to no longer be afraid. I promise I shall now not harm you. ” Butts eyed Colin, extreme. “I’m getting heavily freaked out. Let’s simply nick the silver knocker and—” “Give me the torch. ” Butts passed it over. Colin dropped the burning stick into the passage, illuminating the ground. A moan, sharp and powerful, welled up from the outlet. “You ok down there, mate? ” “The gentle is painful. i have never born witness to gentle for a large amount of time. ” Butts dug a finger into his ear, scratching. “Bloke definite talks fancy. ” “He won’t for lengthy. ” Colin sat at the flooring, came upon the rungs along with his ft, and commenced to descend. The scent doubled with each step down; a viscous scent that had warmth and weight and sat on Colin’s tongue like a lifeless cat. within the flickering flame, Colin can make out the form of the room. It used to be a root cellar, chilly and foul. The airborne dirt and dust partitions have been rounded, and while Colin touched flooring he despatched plums of dirt into the air. He picked up the torch to find the resource of the voice. within the nook, status subsequent to the wall, used to be . . . “Sweet Lord Jesus Christ! ” “I must never be a lot to examine. ” That used to be the understatement of the century. the fellow, if he may be known as that, was once excruciatingly skinny. His naked chest resembled a skeleton with a skinny sheet of white pores and skin wrapped tight round, and his waist used to be so diminished it had the breadth of Colin’s thigh. a couple of tattered trousers hung loosely at the unlucky man’s pelvis, and remnants of trainers clung to his ft, numerous filthy feet sticking out during the leather-based. And the face, the face! A hideous cranium crowned with limp, white hair, skinny gains stretched throughout cheekbones, eyes sunken deep into bulging sockets. “Please, don't flee. ” The outdated guy held up a bony arm, the elbow knobby and ball-shaped. round his wrist coiled a heavy, rusted chain, resulting in a tremendous metal ball at the floor. Colin squinted, then gasped. The chain wasn’t going round this unfortunate’s wrist; it went during the wrist, a thick hyperlink penetrating the flesh among the radius and ulna. “Colin! You ok? ” Butts’s voice made Colin bounce. “Come on down, Butts!

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