Writing Prompt Give me a Horror Story meant to scare Vampires

[Deleted member 84247]

For this Halloween, I want to be scared. By the way, there has only ever been one forum story to scare me. I will link it.

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining on the land, bathing it in its warm light, caressing children's faces, and making even the downtrodden smile up at the clear sky, knowing it would be a good day today.

Yet Vampy realized she was not in her coffin... not in her dark room, before her computer, but outside, without any shade around. Without any sunscreen left in her bag. The sun was getting stronger and stronger... it started burning, and she could swear it seemed as if it was watching her. Directly... yet she couldn't gaze at the sun. Nobody could... looking into the eyes of the sun was to be robbed of its light... forever.

No matter how far she ran, she couldn't find a shade at all, and everybody was looking at her, smiling. Smiling and smiling faces everywhere. Closing all the doors before her, continuing to smile through the windows... smiling... and beaming at her... beaming like the sun.

Turning around, she realized she was surrounded by not people but walking, flaming stakes. They were watching her with a burning sensation, wanting to embrace her. To be one with her... to impale her.

Then she woke up in her coffin, realizing she had left the heater running next to it before falling asleep.

 

[John_Owl]

Oh, hey! a prompt I can actually do! I've been wanting to dabble into horror, so... *clears throat* Garlic bread. Silver eating utensils. Dead man's blood. Bright, sunny days in the park without shade. Sunblock stoppages. Jokes aside, enjoy:

Lisha ran, her breath coming in thick heaves as she sprinted through the forest, dodging left and right around the trees. She glanced back over her shoulder to see if her pursuit was still behind her. "How the hell could that man keep up with me?!" She spat between breaths. She couldn't see the pursuer behind her. She slowed her pace slightly.

Before she could react, a bolt slammed into the tree beside her, the silver-tipped projectile glinting in a stream of silvery moonlight that filtered through the forest canopy. "AHH!" She screamed before turning to run again. As she took a step, she felt something close around her ankle.

She fell forward, the upraised root of a tree slamming hard into her stomach. She felt herself being dragged back toward the man pursuing her, "NO! NONONO!!" She screamed, her nails scrabbling at the rope. Each touch sent fiery shocks through her fingers. Fighting through the painful discomfort, she managed to wiggle free before she turned and took off again, "You won't catch me like that!!"

The man suddenly appeared before her sending her skidding to a halt, "You aren't the top of the food chain anymore...Humans feast on cattle... You feed on humans... I feed on you..." He said, stalking closer. She dropped to her knees, knowing it was fruitless to struggle. He knew her weaknesses. Knew her routes and how to catch her. What's more, he was faster. She had little hope to escape unscathed.

He leaned in and lifted her chin, "Now now, my prey... I prefer to see those pretty fangs smiling before I claim my prize of the hunt..."

She took a deep shuddering breath before flashing him a bright smile. He nodded, satisfied, then lifted her into his arms as his lips met her neck.

She started with fear as she awoke. 'A dream?' She pondered, her heart still racing. She looked around before she realized it was night now. The man stepped into her crypt, "Good evening, Lisha. Hope your ready for another hunt..." He said, the red streaks down his chin marking evidence of their previous hunt. She realized she'd lost the hunt again as her neck throbbed from where he'd bitten her.

[I was aiming for horror with this. Predator becomes the Prey.]

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Oh, hey! a prompt I can actually do! I've been wanting to dabble into horror, so... *clears throat* Garlic bread. Silver eating utensils. Dead man's blood. Bright, sunny days in the park without shade. Sunblock stoppages. Jokes aside, enjoy:

Lisha ran, her breath coming in thick heaves as she sprinted through the forest, dodging left and right around the trees. She glanced back over her shoulder to see if her pursuit was still behind her. "How the hell could that man keep up with me?!" She spat between breaths. She couldn't see the pursuer behind her. She slowed her pace slightly.

Before she could react, a bolt slammed into the tree beside her, the silver-tipped projectile glinting in a stream of silvery moonlight that filtered through the forest canopy. "AHH!" She screamed before turning to run again. As she took a step, she felt something close around her ankle.

She fell forward, the upraised root of a tree slamming hard into her stomach. She felt herself being dragged back toward the man pursuing her, "NO! NONONO!!" She screamed, her nails scrabbling at the rope. Each touch sent fiery shocks through her fingers. Fighting through the painful discomfort, she managed to wiggle free before she turned and took off again, "You won't catch me like that!!"

The man suddenly appeared before her sending her skidding to a halt, "You aren't the top of the food chain anymore...Humans feast on cattle... You feed on humans... I feed on you..." He said, stalking closer. She dropped to her knees, knowing it was fruitless to struggle. He knew her weaknesses. Knew her routes and how to catch her. What's more, he was faster. She had little hope to escape unscathed.

He leaned in and lifted her chin, "Now now, my prey... I prefer to see those pretty fangs smiling before I claim my prize of the hunt..."

She took a deep shuddering breath before flashing him a bright smile. He nodded, satisfied, then lifted her into his arms as his lips met her neck.

She started with fear as she awoke. 'A dream?' She pondered, her heart still racing. She looked around before she realized it was night now. The man stepped into her crypt, "Good evening, Lisha. Hope your ready for another hunt..." He said, the red streaks down his chin marking evidence of their previous hunt. She realized she'd lost the hunt again as her neck throbbed from where he'd bitten her.

[I was aiming for horror with this. Predator becomes the Prey.]

Hmm, it was entertaining, but it seems more like a prelude to a romance.

 

[John_Owl]

Hmm, it was entertaining, but it seems more like a prelude to a romance.

lol well, I do write fantasy/romance/smut. But I was taking cues from a few sources. The things that feed on vampires from Blade, the human-hunters from Supernatural, and just a general "horror" feel for the start. I was debating on pivoting into humor/romance, but decided to use them to just contrast the horror of the start, since I'm nor sure how far I could go in the forums.

I was debating on having her wake up in a cage, having her say "screw it" and attacking him, etc. Sorry if it didn't have the proper horror vibes. ?

 

[Deleted member 84247]

lol well, I do write fantasy/romance/smut. But I was taking cues from a few sources. The things that feed on vampires from Blade, the human-hunters from Supernatural, and just a general "horror" feel for the start. I was debating on pivoting into humor/romance, but decided to use them to just contrast the horror of the start, since I'm nor sure how far I could go in the forums.

I was debating on having her wake up in a cage, having her say "screw it" and attacking him, etc. Sorry if it didn't have the proper horror vibes. ?

Hey, don't worry about it! It's fun!

 

[TreasureHouse]

I was walking under the beautiful light of a full moon after attending a pro vampire rally, but then I made a wrong turn down an alley.

What I saw froze my cold stone heart solid.

A human, and three Werewolves!

"Ru-run," someone coughed. Underneath the man's boots, fading to dust and ash, the black ichor oozing from his eyes; a vampire wearing a VN(Vampire's Night) shirt. "They violated my bussy and stabbed with a stake," he burst into ash.

"Eeeeh." I stammer and my hands shoot to my head.

wait. I pat the head atop my head. There's no doubt about it, a blood red Vampire's Night trucker's cap sitting firmly atop my shiny black hair.

"Heh, you're in wolf country now boi!"

"Nononoooo," I twist, but my feet are stuck to ground by some strange sticky ick.

A gust of wind and an empty white can rolled across the alley plastered with the words "Trap Glue. Varmint Value Size!"

That's funny since I am neither a simple trap nor a varmint.

So why is it working on me?! Those smiling morons are getting closer! I struggle, but the glue simply bungees my feet right back into the icky ick. I want to slap those stupid hyena grins right off their snouts.

"waitwaitwait! there's no need to be so hasty!" my voice shoot's up to it's natural octave.

The three wolves scrunch their snouts and their ears shoot back.

"Disgusting it's just a woman." snarled the middle werewolf.

The man cocks his crossbow. "Still we cant let them know."

Cuhthunk!

I wake up in my suffocating bed. frick it's already 10 am! I check the bandages on my chest and smother spf 9001 cream on my face. Humans are so lucky they can use mirrors.

A pair of UV blockers in front of my eyes and I am ready. Just another day at Bronson's Boys School of Wizardry Boarding School!

I don't know what I'd do if they found out a lady vampire was masquerading as a young wizard. Good thing my scruffy roommate, that definitely does not give off were wolf vibes is so easy to hypnotize.



Oops, I don't think I did horror

 

[Fox-Trot-9]

Oh, wow, a horror story to scare vampires. Now that's an interesting story idea!

 

[ElijahRyne]

For this Halloween, I want to be scared. By the way, there has only ever been one forum story to scare me. I will link it.

Spoiler: ‘scary for vampires’

Imma squish you, there is no escape puny vamp!

 

[Fox-Trot-9]

Spoiler: ‘scary for vampires’

View attachment 32555 Imma squish you, there is no escape puny vamp!

Please don't. That's animal cruelty.

 

[JayMark]

Vampire Economics, by Jay Mark

The economy collapsed... something... something... the blood banks all shut down. Massive blood liquidity shortage ensues for all eternity.

The end.

 

[Corty]

As the previous scare-holder, I will not go for a second victory.

But I will silently judge the submissions and be full of myself while doing so.

 

[SirDogeTheFirst]

The vampire sneaked inside, quiet as the night, one with the shadows.
His target was asleep, the flickering static of his television lighting his face.
Saliva gathered in his mouth with each step he took towards his meal. When he reached him, he opened his mouth, his long, sharp fangs shining in the television's glow.
With one quick motion, the vampire bit the man's neck and drained his very life away. "A new taste, but delightful." He commented on his mind.
The man struggled but the supernatural strength of the predator quickly overwhelmed him.
When the vampire finished his food, he dropped the dried husk to the ground and used his cloak to wipe blood dripping from his face. "What an exotic meal." He thought to himself, recalling the new, but delightful taste in his prey's blood. "Wonder if he was a rare blood type I haven't eaten before." He murmured as he approached out from the front door.
When he reached for the door, he saw an unopened leather on the ground. It was a health test report.
Eager to learn the source of the taste of his meal, the vampire grabbed the letter and ripped open it.
But his energy dies, as his eyes open wide, and his limbs tremble. "HIV: POSITIVE." He read, his voice shaky.

 

[Corty]

I lied. But it is not a scary story. It just sounded fun to do in my head.
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Vampy's fangs hungrily gleamed in her saliva, reflecting the moonlight as she stalked the quiet streets of Scribbly, her black cloak trailing behind her like an unnatural specter. The night was still young, and her hunger had been gnawing at her for days. Being a vampire had its perks—eternal youth, supernatural powers, and the ability to seduce almost anyone with a mere glance—but the quickly arriving hunger was a downside she'd yet to fully embrace.

She spotted a lone woman standing by a streetlamp, headphones in, bobbing her head to music only she could hear. Perfect. Vampy approached, her footsteps silent, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, eyes wide, as she leaned in, hypnotizing her with a whisper she could hear despite the music.

"Don't worry," Vampy cooed. "You won't feel a thing."

The girl froze in place, an unwilling statue, as she bit into her neck. The blood surged forth, warm and rich, coating Vampy's tongue, rich with life.

But... Vampy pulled back, gagging. She stumbled backward, clutching her mouth as the girl's trance broke. She blinked, dazed, her hand flying to her neck.

"What the—?!" she exclaimed, seeing Vampy bent over, retching.

"Bleh—oh, bats' sake, that's horrible!" Vampy sputtered, spitting out the crimson liquid. "Oh, that's... I can't... How do other vampires drink this stuff?" She wiped her mouth with the edge of her cloak, her face twisted in revulsion.

The girl backed away slowly, unsure whether to scream or run... but she knew this was... weird. "You bit me? Are you... a vampire?" She took in Vampy's fangs, which were still glistening but now uselessly bared.

"Uh, yes, but listen, tonight's not my best, okay?" Vampy muttered, her voice wavering as she swallowed the bitter taste. Her stomach churned, and the flavor of copper and iron made her want to dry heave again. "You should really get that checked out." She pointed to her neck, where a small trickle of blood oozed from two tiny puncture wounds.

"You're... you're joking, right?" She moaned as she touched her neck.

"No joke," Vampy sighed. "But hey, good news for you—I'm not finishing my meal. This whole 'blood drinking' thing isn't working for me!" She made a face as if she'd bitten into a rotten lemon. "Is there...like a vampire support group? This can't be normal. Maybe I have vampire taste deficiency or something..."

The girl's eyes darted around, feeling creeped out. "Okay, this is cringe! Vampire or not, if you give me a hickey, do it correctly! Pft! Amateur!" She scoffed, now more angry than surprised, as she bolted down the street, leaving Vampy standing alone, feeling... attacked.

She sank onto a nearby bench, defeated. "Unbelievable... For hundreds of years, I still can't stomach blood. And I'm not lame! Uuuuu!" she moaned, wiping away her tears. "Why did I even agree to this immortality thing?" Her maker had promised her glamor, power, and prestige, but no one had mentioned how nauseating the main diet could be.

A stray cat wandered by, mewing curiously at her. Vampy glanced at it and then shook her head. "No, I draw the line at animal blood. No biting the fluff! Hauh... This undead life is officially a disaster!"

The cat tilted its head and, with a flick of its tail, walked off. Vampy groaned again, burying her head in her hands.

"Maybe I should try vegetarianism. Do they make vampire-safe tofu? Maybe I make my own stuff... Blehmonade sounds nice..."

 

[Tempokai]

Spoiler

"The Sanguine Plague"​

In the crepuscular heart of Moravia, deep within a crumbling castle that most peasants wouldn’t dare glance at for fear of their dreams turning sour, Baron Vladisla was hosting another of his tedious banquets. Goblets brimming with scarlet, laughter dripping from ivory fangs, and the symphony of throats being drained echoed through the halls. All was as it should be—dreadfully banal, of course—but eternity demanded the vampires pretend it still thrilled them.

But beneath the velvet veneer of the evening, a specter was lurking. Not the usual ghost of a wailing damsel that their kind liked to keep for ambiance—no, this specter was of a different ilk entirely. And it was ready to play.

It began subtly, like a slow heat that settled in the pit of their stomachs—a warmth that most vampires hadn’t felt in centuries. Vladisla, sipping from his chalice, paused mid-gulp. He blinked, unaccustomed to sensation beyond pleasure or pain. An insidious sweat began to bead on his cold forehead. He brushed it away and forced himself to laugh as Countess Ilyana drained a fresh victim with an audible slurp beside him. A trick of the blood? Surely.

The warmth soon turned into a prickling fever, a heatwave that surged through their pallid skin. The room fell silent. Each vampire’s alabaster skin flushed a human pink. Their bodies, so meticulously frozen in time, started to betray them. Vladisla’s left fang ached—a dull throb that he’d last felt centuries ago, before he became unkillable. He probed at it, only to feel the gum around it swell, tender and hot. Panic set in.

To any human, it would’ve seemed laughable—a toothache. But for vampires, their mouths were their sanctuaries of power, their temples of terror. They hadn’t experienced the humiliation of human frailties in ages. And it was only the beginning.

In minutes, their pale, ethereal complexions turned clammy. The blood they had ingested, once a source of power and ecstasy, began to rebel. Ilyana doubled over, clutching her stomach. She vomited—red rivulets spewing from her mouth, staining the velvet floor. But it wasn’t just blood. Something writhed within it—a sentient mass of veins and nerves, twisting and pulsing like a grotesque heart dragged from a nightmare.

Horrified, Vladisla stumbled backward. His own body began to rebel as he watched the crimson parasite leap from Ilyana’s pool of vomit and latch onto a servant vampire, burrowing itself into the chest cavity with a sickening squelch. The servant’s eyes went wide, irises fading to black. He convulsed violently, every muscle in his body rippling and tearing under the pressure of his own rebellious veins.

The plague spread rapidly. Blood was no longer sustenance; it was betrayal. The very thing that sustained them for eons was turning against them, asserting a sickening independence. Veins erupted from beneath their flesh, coiling around their bones like thorny vines, constricting and slicing. Nerves danced and spasmed, lighting their bodies up with pain and making their limbs jerk in inhuman angles.

The vampires’ eternal bodies contorted grotesquely, defying the elegance they once exuded. Vladisla watched in horror as a young vampire’s face split open—not from decay, but from a violent surge of blood vessels that had multiplied uncontrollably. The skin peeled back, revealing a network of veins that pulsated, beating like a heart desperate to escape its own cage. He clawed at his own body, screaming, while the tendrils lashed out, seeking other hosts.

Vladisla felt the pressure building within himself—a searing heat. The veins in his neck bulged, crawling and stretching under his translucent skin. He tried to scream, but a mass of rogue capillaries clogged his throat, choking him. A wet, gurgling noise escaped as blood leaked from his eyes, ears, and mouth. His chest heaved as if trying to expel itself. And in a cruel twist of fate, it did.

Ribs cracked and spread like a blooming flower. His heart, now beating faster than it ever had in his lifeless state, emerged—attached to a network of blackened veins that writhed like serpents. It pulsed once, twice—then ruptured, spraying blackened, corrupted blood. The rogue veins in the room quivered, drinking it in with voracious glee.

Only a handful of vampires managed to stagger out of the hall, faces twisted in agony and horror. The contagion spared no one—just prolonged their suffering. Those who survived found themselves unable to drink again, their veins going rigid at the scent of blood, turning into thorny chains within their flesh. They withered, half-mad and eternally thirsty, but unable to sip without inviting agony. The true horror for a vampire—an eternity where their curse revolted against them.

Thus ended the reign of the Moravian vampires. The Sanguine Plague had no cure, only the promise of a cruel reminder: blood, for all its allure, was never really theirs to control.

 

[Dark_Phoenix_Zaetyk]

?You are already scary enough so no amount of horror will scare you.

 

[Puji-Maki]

?You are already scary enough so no amount of horror will scare you.

Daayuummm---!