I AM A VAMPIRE

All the romance divas are playing a game-an online fight between Werewolves and Vampires. Though in my heart I no doubt would have chosen to be a Were-Alas-I was bitten in my prime. *sigh* Here is my story:

a young gypsy girl had been traveling with her family through the English countryside. They came across a troop of stunningly beautiful women, claiming they were story tellers. The women told her family that for a small fee, they would share the most magnificent stories ever told.
The young gypsy's father and brothers were so besotted with the sirens that they readily agreed, welcoming the ladies into their camp for the night.
The girl, who'd inherited the psychic gifts of her grandmother, had a feeling of foreboding, but she too was entranced by the lovely females who seemed to embody all that the awkward young woman wished to someday be.
After a few amazing tales of passion, romance, and magick...the women took the lusty men of the gypsy family into their tents.
The fire had dimmed, and the young gypsy thought she heard one of her brothers cry for help before the sound was stifled.
Her curiosity and worry consuming her, the gypsy girl peered into the darkness of her brother's temporary abode, only to find a pair of fiery eyes staring back at her own.
Drawn, mesmerized by the glowing gaze....the girl felt a moment of horror as she glimpsed her brother's broken form on the ground beside her. She could not control her limbs as she was drawn closer to the beauty that had obviously ended his life.
The stunning woman smiled kindly, her white fangs glinting in a stray shaft of moonlight as she discreetly licked the blood from her full, luscious lips.
"Were you happy being a slave to these men?"
The gypsy was stopped short by the question. Since her mother and grandmother had died, she had followed the males in her family around the countryside, cooking and cleaning and working her fingers bloody so that they could carouse and enjoy the carefree gypsy life. It was a lot all the women she'd ever known had accepted, taken for granted. It was a life she cursed as she lay upon the cold ground each night, with only a thin, ragged blanket to keep her warm.
The woman's smile widened as if she could hear her thoughts. Opening her alabaster arms in welcome, she embraced the dark haired gypsy. She smelled of freedom and romance and nature.
"Do you want to be one of us?" Her silken voice wrapped around the gypsy, infusing her body with a strange but not unwelcome feeling of relaxation.
"Who are you? What are you?" The gypsy looked up into the face of enchantment, knowing that this creature could say she was the Devil himself and she would still want to be what she was, want to have the same freedom, the same confidence.
A happy, almost youthful grin graced the stranger's face, and she leaned toward the gypsy's vulnerable neck. "My name is LisaMarie." She kindly intoned. And just before the gypsy felt the fangs pierce her flesh, "I am a vampire, but more importantly, I am a Diva. And after tonight little gypsy...you will be a Diva too."



So if you havent already joined-come and play-its fun-VERY realistic {what I mean by that is if you say you want to work in the graveyard for 8 hours to make money-you actually cant play the game for another 8 hours!-yes I found that out the hard way-BEFORE reading the directions LOL}

Let me bite you-I need the blood. Click on the link and have fun!!!!

http://world4.monstersgame.co.uk/?ac=vid&vid=47115277