Yup this little tale could very well have a vampire in it, of a type.  I thought it would be fun to write a story about a vampire (of an unknown type) and a vampire hunter.  There are so many types, not just those blood drinkers that everyone loves or hates.  So why not right?  Here is a little tiny bit of what I have done so far.



A Beyond Realities short story

by Lisa Williamson


He walked into the bar and looked about.  The room was much like many he had been in, small, dark and smoky.  This late there weren’t too many filling the tables and booths and he almost stepped back out to try a better spot but he spotted a woman in the shadows at the back of the bar.


A slow smile slid over a face that many would call handsome.  Strong cheekbones covered with bronzed skin under eyes that seemed to hold secrets with a simple glance.  He ran a hand through the raven locks to both settle them and to emphasize the muscles in his arm.  He was a fine specimen of a man, or so he appeared.


He nodded to the barkeep, lifting two fingers and gesturing toward the table in the back.  “Two of whatever she is drinking, Bobby.”


The barkeep snorted and shook his head.  “I wouldn’t if I were you Jimmy.  Bad juju sitting there.”  The beads at the ends of his braids clacked softly.


“Bad juji?”  Jimmy rolled his eyes and smiled.  “Well I doubt she has even seen anything like me my friend.”


Bobby poured him two fingers of Jamison’s into two glasses and passed them over.  “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”  He went back to his magazine, ignoring the curious look that was tossed his way.


Jimmy shook his head, sighed and then pasted on his patented come hither smile and headed toward the woman in the back.  He had no idea what Bobby was talking about but more than just his curiosity drew him to the woman.


Not a lot but heck I just started.  We shall see.  Who is the vampire and who is the hunter?