From: megazone@obsidian.WPI.EDU (MegaZone23)
Newsgroups: alt.vampyres,alt.prose
Subject: Re: A Vampire Tragidy
Date: 5 Oct 1992 05:43:35 GMT
Organization: WPI USAF -- United Society of Animation Fans
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Ok, since I'd like to see the flaming die, and I like the stories, I captured
them, ran them through ispell, and reformated the lines than wrapped from
replaced words... So hopefully most of the problems are gone....

Angela, keep up the good work and don't let anything discourage you...

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The following story was written by Angela KAY Rolling.... I hope see forgives
me for reposting it...

Chapter 1:A Dashing of Hopes

	She looks out her window, it's still raining. It had been raining since
about 9 o'clock yesterday. A steady, sleeting sort of rain. The grayness of 
the past day or so continued to where almost everyone's down, almost everyone.
It didn't, wouldn't touch her. It wouldn't be able to touch her if it continued
a week or even a year. She turns from the window. She still can't believe that
today she is going to marry her love, Johan Lenvil. 
	He's an artist, a painter, thats how she met him.    He sells his 
paintings on the street. He'd seen her going by several times and felt that he
had to paint her. She agreed to sit for him whim he asked. That was how they
they met and only the beginning.    She posed for him there, were he was
selling his work.     He was, like most painters, poor. Later on in the 
romance she had dinner with him in his humble flat.
	She can just see what there life will be like. - He will always paint 
and she will supplement there humble income with waitressing. They will stay at
the flat until the art community realizes what a great artist her Johan 
really is. The sale of his art will pick up, then they will have children.
	Before she met him she would have laughed at the idea that one could
find happiness in such an environment.
	  Mixed with her happiness is a certain amount of anxiety. Johan had
asked her to leave the details of the wedding to him and all that she knows
is that she is to meet him at 978 Stans Street. She found the place last 
night and now as she reaches her destination all of the anxieties she had
set aside are coming back at her in full force.
	  The building is an elegant to story town house with a lovely 
veranda in the front. Shes early even though she's not quite sure why she'd 
come whim she did. Its a puzzle that she can't answer any more then why she had
come the night before.
	As the chill from the wind begins to seep in to her bones she enters.
The house is quite and still as if its a mouse waiting for the cat to pounce.
Johan had given her a key so that she could get in if she got there before
his mother. She calmly enters the house. As the room is dim and filled with
shadow she scarcely notices the one that moves in on her as she turns towards
the lamp............

	A shadowy figure slips down the street. The day is dark and dismal.
Not once had the sun shown her face. He doesn't mind, the sun is his mortal
enemy forcing him to stay indoors during the day, or most days. The weather
is working on his side giving him one last chance at a most desired 
possession, the dark haired gem Colera Jensen. He knew that he had to have
her the first time that he saw her.
	 Her ebony hair flowing around her shoulders adding to her strong 
supple body giving her the appearance of perfection. The sum of her features
make her seem like some long forgotten goddess that no mortal man dared to
dream about. They are those of one born to great status tempered with the
harshness of the street that is her first home. No common or mortal man
deserved the likes of her, but then he is neither common or mortal.
It was over 200 years ago that he had chosen his life. He has no qualms about
what he is or the things he does. These things, the murderous need, the 
dreamless sleep, and the lose of sunlight, he feels, are after all a small
price to pay for immortality.
	He will have his goddess, no matter who gets in the way or what she 
feels about it. He won't even go through the rigamarole of asking her. As if 
she would go with him, shes all set to grow old with that pitiful Johan Lenvil.
He would kill that one, money or not, if necessary.
	He finally reaches his destination, an old house belonging to the 
Lenvil family. Now all he has to do is wait. If luck is with him she will be 
the first one here and he can take care of the necessary details with out any
problems.
	His wait isn't long and luck is with him. She comes up the front of the
house were she pauses for a moment before entering. As she turns toward the 
lights he makes his move. She doesn't even have a chance to scream.......

		@1992