Vampire Armastus

by Lara Biyuts

Set in a fictional European town, nowadays, the story is about a vampire who falls in love with a teenager. Both of them are good-looking and hot, and their love story is sudden, beautiful and everlasting. "We are vampires, children and lords of the darkness." (from La Arme Blanche, by Lara Biyuts). Published at Lulu and Smashwords.com.

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First published April 21, 2010

About the author

A middle-aged translator and agent seeking young writer. Author of my own photies. My given name has several derivatives and diminutives that I happened to use as a part of my pen-names. A big fan of history and English language and linguistic in general, always in online search, placing reliance on Facebook, the busy place like no other. “I believe in yesterday, for really, history and the past of humankind may be a fascinating subject for a chat; history is my hobby, twists and turns & junctions of time; besides, your own past is the only thing that nobody can take away.”
“Vaulting my novelese,
abetting my hero’s sins,
sponging on marble idols,
I create reality, fluffy as catkin.”

Reviews

[Jim Dixon · Rating 5 out of 5]

Both fiery passion and elegiac mood …"Vampire Armastus" is well worth reading. I positively love this book!

[Lara Biyuts · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Bleak despair in tones of black and pearl. Lights go out. Darkness falls, bringing us. We are vampires, children and lords of the darkness. We wander over the moonlit world, in the toils of our thirst. Fear-encircled, we spread the fear. Thirsty for blood, we want to drink your life and to sow the dark with the aid of our thoughts. For ever young, for ever beautiful, alien, quick and strong--not omnipresent yet omniscient--no reflections, no shadows--lightly moving, the night vigil of oblivion, we send nightmares, and Luna, Greek Selene admires us. Oblivion is at the threshold of the hagridden mortals. The gentle bite--the sweet taste of blood. We’re thirsty. There is no use of crying. Acquiesce. Noctules, nosferatus--pallid faces, icy hearts, shining eyes--maybe dead, maybe alive, yearning for a sweet prey--languorous, sometimes sad--we wander in the moonlight. Vampires, children and lords of the dark. Lonely amid you." (La Arme Blanche, by Lara Biyuts)