All short stories and poems on this blog are written by myself rachel anne harris

Childhood Nightmare
My eyes are but a hazel green,
lost in the mist of screams.
Who am I?
I won't tell you,
if I did,
you wouldn't even hear me.
I am,
in your mind,
expendable.
What would it hurt,
if you lost me?
I am a nameless worker.
If you tell me to cook,
I cook,
If you tell me to clean,
I clean,
If you tell me to walk,
I walk,
and,
If you decided to take my innocence,
I could not stop you.
You?
You, own me.
I am a young girl trapped,
by your greed,
envy,
lust,
and power.
I am there
yet,
I am not.
I have a face
but,
I have no face.
For I am,
a young slave girl,
who never really was there.
By:
Rachel A. Harris

LIFE or DEATH

New Orleans,
that busy,
french place.
My little plantation,
was never out of,
its haste.
I had a mother,
a sister,
and brother.
The role,
in my life,
was to give them,
their desires.
But,
all this was to change,
on one dreary night.
I was ATTACKED,
in the oddest of ways,
someone.
NO!
Something,
leaped at me.
I felt a piercing,
promonant,
pain,
in my neck.
When it had finally stopped,
it gave me two choices.
LIVE,
as a vampire,
or so it called it.
or,
DIE,
as a human,
and leave my family,
in despair.
So,
I did all,
I could.
I chose,
the life of,
the LIVING DEAD.

Kiss me, Claudia

I took you,
meaning to take,
your life.
But,
your tiny heart,
would not give up beating.
I tried so hard,
but,
you refused to die.
Usually,
I stayed clear,
of taking human lifes.
But.
Lestat saw a chance,
one he would not miss.
He had me,
turn you,
a five year old baby,
into one of us.
Our daughter,
he said,
one we could love.
He taught you to,
hunt,
kill,
and slaughter.
To use your cute,
never changing looks,
to lure them in.
While I showed you,
a love of reading,
writing,
and of the theatre.
From the night you were born,
you slept by day,
with me.
I started as your Papa,
but,
as your mind aged,
all of that changed.
We became lovers,
so strong,
and full,
of
LUST,
LOVE,
and LIKENESS.
I showered you with,
kisses,
dolls,
and clothes.
We were meant,
to be.
Though you,
began to grow away from Lestat,
our love never faltered.
Oh,
Claudia.
You killed him,
to free,
you and me.

A Vampire's Lust

A bond so strng,
it can do no wrong,
the lust we feel,
seems to pull me in deeper.
That ivory skin,
so soft,
smooth,
and sleek.
Is cradled,
in my hands of stone.
Your life is now,
mine to keep.
Two tiny white daggers,
extend from my lips,
poised to strike,
your perfect neck.
You gasp,
in pain,
as our connection,
is made.
The sweet wine,
of your body,
quenches my thirst.
That rich,
delicate,
taste.
You are mine,
there is no turning,
BACK.
I stole you away,
from the life which you led.
Your body is dying,
but,
your soul,
well who knows?
All I know,
is that this pleasure,
is greater than,
the pleasure of the body.
Your blood,
is so precious.
That I will never,
spill a drop.