Vampire Art

Chapter 8

The limo pulled up outside and honked for Kyle. When he came out, he noticed that Banticate wasn’t with it this time. The driver explained that he had stayed at his apartment to begin preparations for dinner. About twenty-five minutes later, Kyle knocked on Banticate’s door. The door opened, and there was Banticate in a black button down shirt, and black slacks. Kyle immediately felt very underdressed.
“Man stand long time with mouth open waiting for duck to fly in.” Banticate joked. Kyle closed his mouth with an audible snap, and came inside. He just couldn’t get over how...

Desires Of The Night

The chronicles of the Vampire Banticate

By: William Lockwood

Chapter 1

His name was Banticate. He’s been around so long that he doesn’t have a last name, and can remember what Jesus was like when he was born. He scoffed at the memory; he was always a petulant brat. He was a vampire, the oldest in the world; although you’d never know it by looking at him. Perpetually frozen in time at the age of 27. His body tall and slight, his hair long and black, his eyes silver and piercing. He was a killing machine of the highest caliber.
One pleasant evening in August, in a fit of...