I have been taking care to follow my dear friend, Mina's, example and write faithfully in my diary since I contracted my mysterious 'illness' back in Whitby. Knowing what I know now, I can see a clear pattern in my previous entries.
I understand just what happened to me that first night I sleepwalked all the way to the cemetery. I understand why my dreams were so full of fear though I could remember nothing. I understand why I only slept well and safely if I didn't sleep alone.
The cause of my ailment was one that would only be spoken by superstitious commoners after crossing themselves or by the most obscure and eccentric of scholars. I know that even I will not speak of this outside of this single diary entry. For in these modern times, it sounds the ravings of a lunatic.
Vampire!
A creature of evil and legend. A parasite that steals the life from others. A monster that meant to kill me.
This Victorian erotic horror short story is 6000 words long and is for readers 18 and older. It features gore (can't have vampires without blood) and explicit sexual acts between one woman and three men, including anal and oral play, multiple penetration and spanking.