New Pets

I'm going to be doing a new horror film soon which I am very excited about. To celebrate, here's a tease from my last movie, "T."
Enjoy!

Blood Bath

There is nothing better than starting your day out with a nice refreshing bath of blood. I know it gets me through the busy day. ;)

Mysterious Photograph

Found this incredible horror photograph and had to post it. I think it's amazing! It reminds me of a horror project I have in the works now that I can't wait to show everyone. For now, enjoy this picture that I think is super cool and definitely inspiration in my own work between, art and horror.

Eternal Crimson cut Preface, what you missed

Here's an excerpt of all the stuff you didn't see in the final edit of "Tears of Crimson," by Michelle Hughes. It's very enjoyable and if you haven't already, make sure you pick up your copy of it either on paperback or now on kindle.
Also stay tuned and get ready for Michelle Hughes' second book of the Tears of Crimson series, "Eternal Crimson."

From Michelle's lips of her Preface:


Tears of Crimson Vampire Nightclub

Eternal Crimson cut Preface
Posted: 06 Feb 2012 08:02 PM PST
What didn't make it into the book? I'm glad you asked, because I thought I'd share it with you here today. This actually gives some great insight into the creation of Singe Tsigan, but it wasn't the way to start off a romance book. I hope you enjoy this hidden gem. It was hard to make this decision, but in the end it made sense. A quick note: This has not been professionally edited because it didn't make the cut.






The Dragon shifted his form and walked among men as one of their own. The stench of the human flesh he embedded himself in was fowl and he forced himself not to shed the covering revealing the beast that lay dormant within. Patiently he waited to unleash his wrath upon the earth. Since the descent from the heavens his anger raged against this group of life-form that his father called man. The Holy One sullied his greatness and power to give these heathen creatures a taste of the paradise they deserved not to know.

A war in heaven had started over these insignificant wastes of his fathers talents. The mighty, the Holy One’s own children, had been shunned from the throne for refusing to pay homage to his new pets. His beauty, which had been reveled by all the powers in the heavens, was stripped from the Dragon and he was cast into the deep pits of darkness. The bitterness had seeped into his soul and Singe Tsigan, the world he now claimed, filled with fires of despair for thousands of years as his hatred for all that was taken from him coursed through his being. As his anger had diminished so had the fires cooled turning to hardened earth.

During the next thousand years he created the world he was to inhabit with a mixture of the things he had once found lovely in his fathers creation. Since his sight was altered during his years of darkness, only the colors of white, black and crimson could be perceived. He loved to stand under the moons, in all his glory to be exalted by its perfect light. Sunlight lit this world not, only seven perfect moons. A large singular white orb, surrounded by six smaller crimson spheres. The only source of heat was the anger that coursed through his being. Before his exile, he had been called the morning star, his light shining so brightly most could not behold it.

From the beginning of his exile he was determined to defy his father and prove that his quest in giving immortality to the human creations was a faulty misconception. Their souls were tainted and they could not achieve greatness by a short walk of time in a deteriorating shell. His father believed that sending them to the earth would cleanse their minds of the devious plans they seemed to conjure up at whim. It was a foolish quest that was beneath his superiority to the Dragons' mind. His father had granted him free reign on earth to tempt his creations into proving their evilness. The Dragon knew it pained his father to watch his children give over to the temptations of the flesh and it only gave his hatred of the human race more ammunition.

Had they the ability to refrain from the pleasures of fornication, murder, and corruption perhaps he would have given over to his fathers will. The creatures had no remorse for the most part and continued to ravage the earth and each other with the simplest of suggestions from the Dragons minions proving they were indeed a useless, weak species. His father had pulled his pain inward and allowed havoc to reign free on earth. The Dragon created every immoral scenario that seemed to bring the creatures pleasure allowing them to damn themselves before the most Holy.

The creation of his supernatural creatures had been one of his most intellectual movements. Taking all that was human, possessing them with demons and giving them immortality more than proved his argument with irrefutable proof that these pets of his fathers could not be allowed into the heavenly realm. Better that they perish on earth than taint the pure perfection that surrounded the higher realms. The vampires had become his favorite supernatural pets and he stocked Singe Tsigan with humans, after much trial and error, for their nourishment. Even with his extraordinary powers most of the humans had not survived the trip to his world.

The few that had lived he treated as breeders and it was this plan that led to the abundance of the population here. These humans were little more than sustenance for his creations and this gave the Dragon great pleasure.
He hoped his example would soon show his father exactly how insignificant his pets were and the exile would come to an end. Many alterations had occurred on Singe Tsigan, for the humans needed fresh air and a temperature that could sustain their race. These humans remained paler than their brothers on earth as even his bright light could not fully compare to the power of the sun. They had taught themselves to harvest from the land to fill their bodily needs. He studied them with the interest of a Master but never found any true compassion for them unless he allowed them to be turned into one of his creatures when their will to live had ceased to matter.

The immortals he created could never be gifted death even if by chance their bodies were destroyed. These souls he simply reincarnated at whim so the cycle of their lives began again in human form but they would always find their vampire mate to turn them in the end. It was a ritual the Dragon kept concealed unless a love was strong enough to forge through the bonds of time and be found again.

--Michelle Hughes

Blood in the Bathroom

I never mind having a naked, tattooed girl in my bathroom, especially when it's Jasmine Blue!

This photo has three of my favorite things, Blood, Knives, and Jasmine Blue!

THE BODY Pt. 1

New story by horror writer Xander Grim. I always enjoy reading and posting his work especially when he puts me as a character in the story. Here's his new story. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did reading it.


The Body, pt.1

By Xander Grimm

The two lovers lay naked together in their bed, their legs intertwined, bodies glistening with sweat. A soft chuckle escaped Michelle Masters’ lips as the events of the past few months slowly crept back into her brain. Six months ago, she had been just another normal everyday African-American babe. And then he came; a silent shadow in the middle of the night, a brief, sharp pain, and her whole world was changed. She wasn’t bitter about the whole affair, far from it. Sure, sometimes she pondered about the reasoning behind his decision to convert her, but her feelings were not ones of animosity. After all, without his “intervention”, she may have never had her mind opened to the world of experiences currently ahead of her. A world that her vampiric lover Ruby was more than happy to acquaint her with.

As if she could read Michelle’s thoughts, Ruby’s head picked itself up from its resting spot about Michelle’s right breast, a small smile breaking across her lips.

“You were amazing tonight, my love”, she cooed softly,

Michelle chuckled again, and leaned down to kiss her partner on the forehead. “You weren’t so bad yourself, darling”, she said with a sly grin. A soft sigh whispered out from between her teeth as she gazed down into the face of her beloved. “Ruby?”, she asked softly.

Ruby’s eyes gazed up into Michelle’s. “Hmmm?”

Michelle sighed again. “Have you ever wondered about the intentions behind your conversion?”

Ruby frowned and shook her head. “I’m afraid not, my love. I inherited my vampirism from my mother, rather than gaining it from a bite. Sure, there was some slight unpleasantness when I hit puberty and all of a sudden I was craving blood and leaking it at the same time, but that eventually passed. Why do you ask?”

Michelle shrugged. “No reason, I guess.”

Ruby propped herself up on her elbow and stared at Michelle, her eyes sharp with concern. “You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you? Your sire?”

Michelle glanced down at her naked breasts, her voice squeaky from being found out. “Maybe a little bit…”

It was Ruby’s turn to sigh. “Darling, I thought you had gotten over this.”

Michelle pouted. “I have, for the most part. It’s just that I can’t help it sometimes. I don’t feel violated or anything like that anymore, I just want to know why. I want to know what he was thinking when he decided to turn me…”

Ruby sighed again. “If it truly means that much to you, I can talk to this guy I know. He’s a friend of the family’s from back before my grandparents moved over here from overseas. He owns a surplus store a few towns over and tends to hear a lot of gossip from both his human and non-human customers. If anyone is gonna have information on who your mystery man might be, it’s him. We’ll go talk to him later this week and see what he knows.”

Michelle smiled and leaned down to gently kiss Ruby on the lips. “Thank you, my sweet.”

Ruby smiled and lowered her head to Michelle’s breast, gently pressing her lips to her lover’s pert nipple. “No problem, my love. Now, let’s take your mind off all of this silly man talk.”

A soft moan erupted form Michelle’s lips as Ruby’s teeth closed around her nipple, her soft fingers moving down between Michelle’s legs. Soon, Michelle’s moans grew louder as they were joined by Ruby’s, and the walls of their apartment continued to echo with the sounds of their harmonious love making well into the early morning.

Mark Morbidity's Top 5

I always love learning and knowing what my fellow horror pals are currently watching, reading, or having fun with and this week I got the top faves from my twitter friend and movie lover, Mark Morbidity. He definitely has great taste in films and you should definitely check him on twitter at twitter.com/markmorbidity.

Here is his very cool list of his top 5 favorite horror flicks and why. I agree with most of the ones he listed and he is awesome to tweet with. Definitely check him out.

MarkMorbidity's Top 5 Horror Movies



1.
"The Blair Witch Project"

This Movie is by far the best movie I've seen.
When I saw this movie as a kid at my aunt's house I
didn't want to walk back home since i lived in a
woodsy area. Best movie to see to date in my opinion.


2.
"The Thing"

I'm not talking about the one that came out I'm talking
about the 80s version. This movie is amazing with the
effects and just bloody and gory,
It kept me on my feet and just wondered who was the infected and who wasn't.

3.
"Hellraiser 1&3"

What can I say? Clive Barker made some amazing morbid characters that
made these films amazing.
When i was a kid i couldnt even watch the movie because pinhead scared
the shit outta me haha. Any of the 3 first movies are great but from the more recent ones not so much

4.
"28 Days Later"

This movie doesn't fit in much with horror but the story,charaters and plot
fit in nicely. The songs used to depict the emotions through the whole movies
is simply amazing.In my opinion the zombies where well made unlike the other zombie movies.
But I gotta say this nothing beats George A Romero zombie movies :]

Last but not least,

5.
"Cannibal Holocaust"

This movie is byfar the worst gory banned movie ever made.
If you want to see this movie you can probably get it bootlegged of someone or
look it up online.
My friend told me to watch this movie like 2 years back and he didn't gave me any info on it just to watch it so I did.
The movie was gory as fuck. I told my friend that the effects were to realistic but it wasnt effects.
Actual live animals killed in a movie.
If you want to watch this be my guest but this movie is by far the sickest movie ever made!

-Mark Morbidity

Horror Movie Debut is here....

CHECK MY OUT FINALLY IN MY MAINSTREAM HORROR PEEK HERE! I HAD THE BEST TIME WORKING ON THIS PROJECT. SEXY, BLOODY, CRAZY, AND MORE. SEE THE WHOLE THING UP A DRAFTHOUSE FILMS WEBSITE. CAST YOUR VOTES IF YOU LOVE THIS FILM AS MUCH AS I DO. ENJOY THE HOT HORROR!


http://26th.theabcsofdeath.com/t-is-for-tranny/

My Mainstream Horror Movie Debut

Yesterday I filmed my very first mainstream horror movie. I've done many horror clips and films for websites and shorts, etc, but nothing as big as this. I was so excited and honored to get the main character role in this film.

This film is directed and written by talented director, Nick Rucca and is called "T" or "T for Tranny." It's a sick and twisted and fabulous story and when I read the script, I instantly knew I wanted to be the bad ass killer bitch in this film, and I got my wish.

The basic story line is a bunch of guys who throw their best bro, a bachelor party and tease him with alcohol and inscribe the word, "Tranny," on his head in sharpie. The poor groom to be goes to the bathroom from a hangover and notices the word on his forehead, comes back to where his friends are, and is super pissed. All of a sudden a bunch of raver and strobe lights go on, and in walks me looking as sexy as hell and start groping him, dancing with him, teasing him, making out with him, and more. The bachelor gets so excited, with his friends egging him on, until he realizes I'm not the sweet sexy girl, he thought I was. Sufficeth to say, he freaks out and knocks me back into a table where I am pronounced dead. As all the guys start to freak out, I come back to life and take my revenge on these boys and start to enjoy a party of my own, with a massive blood bath of killing.

I had so much fun playing this role and can't wait until it's out and everyone, including my horror fans can see it. It's an incredible cast and I had the best and nicest people on set working with me. Just from the still shots I saw yesterday, I know this film is going to be bad ass and that everyone will enjoy it, including me. It's pretty much my dream role, playing a killer babe back from the dead. ;)

Here are some early pics on set that I shot of my awesome cast and of me. THERE ARE GOING TO BE A LOT OF PROMOS AND PHOTOS TO SHOW FOR THIS FILM, so this is just a little tiny sneak bloody peek. Enjoy and get ready soon to see my first Horror Movie Debut!




P.S: For people who are familiar with twisted crazy films, I would describe my role as a raven-haired Sherri Moon from House of 1000 Corpses with a twisted fun Robocop instinct to kill. As she would also say in her films, "Whatever you do, you got to do. There is no wrong. If someone needs to be killed, you kill them."

Vampire Julia

Sneak peek of what's to come this October. ;)

Nick Kushner’s Les Crimes De L’Amour at Studio Servitu

This past Saturday Night, I went to an incredible art show at one of my favorite places, Studio Servitu, hosted by my sexy minx girls, Jane Jett and Miss Crash, promoting artist Nick Kushner. He is an artist who dabbles in very personal and intimate intense work, including using his own blood in his work. His work is amazing and he actually did a small performance piece that night showing how he cuts him selves and literally puts himself and his body into his work. It was a very interesting experience to see and was exquisite at the same time. He also had some pieces displayed in charcoal and pencil were just as amazing.
It was a wonderful time Saturday night and I of course loved seeing fellow artists, and my friends, and enjoyed playing while seeing some amazing work at the same time.

Here is a brief artist statement of Nick Kushner of his work and what he produced Saturday night and some photos taken on Saturday Night.

I can also say too that Studio Servitu and the two amazing hosts, Jane and Crash never cease to amaze me with their nights at the Studio.



HOSTED BY STUDIO SERVITU .·. DJ TWIGGY RAMIREZ
Live Blood Signing .·. Evil Wine+Absinthe Bar .·. Salient Performances
Sponsored by Evil Wine, Jade Asbinthe, Monster Energy Drink & Lip Service


On 09.10.11 New York based artist Nick Kushner will be hanged at Studio Servitú in Los Angeles. 'Les Crimes De L'Amour' marks Kushner's first solo exhibition displaying his signature works which speak of disillusionment & pain through the themes of love, death, and abuse - but of the ultimate catharsis that can be attained through the artistic distillation of the emotions evoked by these, most notably by the medium he uses to create them - his own blood.

Kushner likens his work to "Art as modern-day alchemy by the literal and complete immersion within it, unleashing the schism of transformation and inflicting the vision of the innermost catharsis upon the world through its creation. Works meticulously detailed in esoteric imagery, and painted in blood, the most personal and symbolic medium intrinsically possible", tapping into the darker recesses of the human psyche with surreal imagery that is driven not only by his knowledge of the occult, but by life experience as well.

He will be premiering new works as well as a retrospective compendium of his catalogue at Servitú which will be augmented by a full aural presentation of image projections, a set by Marilyn Manson guitarist/songwriter DJ TWIGGY RAMIREZ, sanguine stained walls, star studded performances, appearances and presenters. A live blood signing will be held for those who acquire prints exclusively available for the evening.

Also definitely check out this link and google Nick's name to see more information on this incredible artist. http://www.lescrimesdelamour.com/

I Survived Horror Nights

I always enjoy rocking my Halloween Horror Night's Freddy Krueger Nightmare shirt. I can't wait until this year's horror night at Universal Studios. I love going there to celebrate Halloween early and have people jump out and try to scare me. I especially love the Freddy characters wandering around in the crowds. ;) It's always scary fun for me.

If you're in the area, definitely check out where to get tickets for Universal Studios's haunted horror nights in Los Angeles, which usually begins the second week of October. It's definitely great scary fun.

CHOCOLATE FAKE BLOOD

I always love looking for new recipes or coming up with different concoctions to make props, makeup, and of course fake blood. I love doing horror photo shoots and am always looking for the right Fx fake blood look that doesn't look cheap and can film well.

I recently found this really cool fake blood recipe with I've experimented with and really like the ending results. I also love chocolate so it worked out perfectly for me. ;) It's not sticky which makes it easier to work with too.

Here are the ingredients and easy directions on how to make your own Chocolate fake Blood. Hope you enjoy!

CHOCOLATE FAKE BLOOD:

1/2 c. Warm Water
4 Tbsp Corn Syrup
1 Tbsp Powdered Cocoa
1 tsp Red Food Coloring


Blend the water and cocoa together and then add the rest of the ingredients. Let the concoction sit for awhile and skim the bubbles off of the top. Add a couple of drops of yellow food coloring if you're not satisfied right away.

I personally didn't need to use any of the yellow coloring because I was happy with the results but it definitely varies on what type of effect you want. I also tried adding another Tbsp of cocoa too to give it a thicker consistency. Definitely experiment and have fun. That's what it's all about.

Enjoy!

BLOODY PIZZA PARTY

THIS WAS SENT TO ME THIS MORNING BY SEXY DOLL, DIANA TREES, @DIANATREES ON TWITTER, AND REPRESENTS HER, ME, AND MY OTHER SEXY GIRLFRIEND, LIZ VICIOUS! IT'S PRETTY ACCURATE! ;) DON'T MESS WITH HUNGRY BLOOD THIRSTY GALS!

IF YOU CAN'T VIEW IT DIRECTLY HERE, CLICK ON THE YOUTUBE LINK ON IT...

MORNING BLOODLUST

SMILE!

MEAT

This was sent to me by wonderful and talented writer Sarah Coleman and it's absolutely hot and sexy, and definitely gore horror which I love! Definitely check her out and hit her up at her link: http://twitter.com/scolefiction and enjoy this hot short story of hers:


“Mandy, it’s just the cigarettes.”

He said it like he always did, over dinner in a restaurant this time. Always somewhere public so the conversation wouldn’t escalate past a point he could control.

I hated when he made me feel that way. He didn’t understand what cigarettes meant to me. They were the constant faithful friend. The friend I turned to when our dates went sour or when I felt a little crazy. Times like this one; where he would criticize me and then stare a little too long at the thoracically gifted waitress who came to clear our food seconds later. My stomach turned. I loved him but I longed for my friend.

Once outside I zipped my coat up, not because it was cold so much as to keep the smell of smoke off my skin or I knew I would see it in his face later when we got his apartment and he breathed me in.

I had become well acquainted with his apartment. I loved the smell of him and walking into his bedroom was an overwhelming sensation of his scent. It was carelessly decorated, which I always found masculine and sexy, unlike the carefully considered décor of other men in the city I had known. I decided I was in love quickly and had said it silently when there was no possible way he could hear it. He started saying it to me several months later; and usually only after I managed to make him cum.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for him. On the contrary I had become obsessively in love. I am obsessive by nature and anything in my life worthwhile has always been loved to an extreme. Being that I am not a teenager anymore I have been able to hide it in ways. This is why I become a smoker. Any time I was ever upset or had my heart slightly broken, or completely torn out of me, a cigarette had been there to wrap me in a comforting layer of poison that I would breathe in until whatever ailed my heart would disappear in a slow exhale.

By the time I admitted I was addicted, the comfort was enough that I didn’t even care. So was my life; smoking and this man. How sad you might think. Don’t. Being obsessed with anything is mentally and physically draining. Be impressed I could handle more than one.

The unfortunate part was that my two loves didn’t get along. He hated the cigarettes and after a while, I could tell when he watched me light one that I was losing him.

One occasion in particular brought me to my decision to cut ties with my old friend and break down the wall of smoke I had built between him and I.

A party. I was feeling particularly lightheaded from my drink and as I always do in social situation was feeling territorial and jealous. A new girl, a friend of a friend or something like that (does it really matter anyway) was there who my love seemed particularly taken with. Through the course of the night, he did find a way to talk with her casually, in that nonchalant way that men think their girlfriends don’t notice. Their talking brought me out to the balcony where I of course turned to my purse for a companion.

The strangest thing happened minutes later as I threw the last of it down all those stories to the cold ground below.

I didn’t feel better.

The reality that the party was still going on inside without me was, as funny as it may seem to you, too much to bear. My friend, it would seem, was no longer enough. The people and their drinking and their intentions did not disappear into my comforting cloud of smoke as I breathed out that last solitary puff. I decided it was time to end this friendship, and focus on my relationship with the beautiful man inside the party, presently inside breaking my heart.



“I am so proud of you, Mandy!” he said as we lay in bed after I told him the decision I had come to the night before.

His happiness was clouded with a hangover but I knew it was genuine. So was mine. The look on his face made me determined to keep my relationship with cigarettes behind me. We had sex. It seemed like a reward for my revelation but I felt loved. I felt invigorated and complete, a contentment. I realized after it was over, and I lay there on his pillow wrapped in his sheets that I needed to smoke. I craved it. I always thought it was only my companion, to get me through situations that would have made me cry. Now I understood why my friend let me go so quietly. It knew I would be back. After all, I was an addict.

The contentment of his bed lost its comfort as I wondered what to do with this newfound notion. The more I thought about it, the worse the craving became. He was talking about something but I could not get out of my own head. I had to get out of there and fix this. He let me go easily and reached for his phone to find something else to do with his day. I left the apartment and as the cold air hit my face, I turned in the opposite direction of my own apartment and made my way to the drug store.



Gum. Gum. Gum. Thirty dollar gum. Was that really my only option? How was gum going to cure me from broken hearts, or ease my anger when life was breaking me?


“It’s all the same, really.”

Her voice was cool but there was an angst I could feel as she took me by surprise. I knew before I turned around she was barely out of her teens. The drug store vest she wore looked like some kind of funny commentary about life juxtaposed with her dark eye makeup and black and blue hair. She reminded me of me somehow.

“And none of it is a cigarette.” She said.

I told her I didn’t know what I was doing. I sounded vulnerable, I’m sure. But then again, I was. The cravings had gotten worse since I left his apartment and when I tried to ignore it, the only other thoughts I had were of him. Was he thinking about me?

As if she knew, the girl went on, motioning to the stacks of nicotine gum in the isle.

“I tried it myself. And not just in a half assed way but a real solid attempt.”

She leaned in close to me and her voice lowered as our conversation became more secretive.

“There is only one way to get rid of an addiction.”

She reached down and gripped the bottom of her vest and shirt, pulling it slowly up as I stood in front of her, revealing underneath her naked upper body. As I’m sure is human nature, I looked immediately at her breasts. Her nipples were pierced and held large silver hoops that dangled with silver balls connecting them into a seamless circle. In fact, as I studied the rest of her bare torso, several silver barbells and hoops pierced through her skin. On her sides and stomach; around her belly button; between her breasts; on her ribs and hips. Most of them clean and healed but some bloody where they entered and exited her flesh. The silver glimmered and looked like some piece of obscure armor.

“You find another one.”



It had been two days since I abandoned the nicotine gum at the drug store, the young woman’s advice and body still fresh in my mind. My cravings had been terrible and I was insatiable. I bite my pillow in the night when I lay awake in bed. I kept my sanity only as a mask for him, to make it seem like everything was fine. I had not eaten anything since the party.

He smiled at me as the wine reached our table. I caught its scent as it splashed into the glass as he poured it. That’s never happened before. This was a celebration for him, I was sure. I hadn’t smoked a cigarette in two days and while I was dying inside, I was hiding it beautifully. I was graceful and elegant. I sipped my wine carefully because it seemed more potent than my usual glass. I thought about having sex with him as he talked.

“We should order steaks.” He said, like an epiphany.

I was starving and the thought of eating a steak was almost enough to overpower my thoughts of cigarettes and sex.

To get through the cravings I daydreamed. I thought more of him and me as I waited for our food to arrive. Like the wine, I could smell the steak before it was set on the table. My mouth watered and my body ached. For a single moment I forgot about my old friend and so did my body as I lifted the first cut piece of steak to my mouth. Every drop of juice hit my tongue as I chewed. I could taste each individual spice and sauce the tender piece had cooked in. It was as if everything I ever put in my mouth was bland before this moment and it was euphoric. As I savored each bite my mind went again to the young girl with her silvered torso and her message.

“You must have been starving!” he said.

I told him it was the best dinner of my life.



The very next night I went back to the restaurant alone. I ordered the steak. I also ordered slice of cheesecake, thinking that would be even more exciting to the senses than the meat. The steak was just as divine as the previous night and while I wanted to savor it, it seemed to only last a couple of seconds before I was milking the juice from the plate with my fork. Water from a stone.

The cake came next. Its aroma was subtle and cold, unwelcoming compared to the steak. I took a bite with my dessert fork. A ladylike bite. All I could taste was the temperature of the cake and bland whipped cream topping, the powdered kind you get at a dollar store. Disappointed, I decided I couldn’t leave empty handed and looked again at the menu for dessert salvation. I found myself seduced by sweet & sour ribs however and leaving the restaurant I felt more content than the times I used to inhale the first puff of a just-lit cigarette.



When he and I were together I was relaxed, not jealous or anxious or anything besides content. And when I was alone, my sustentation would come from expensive meat dishes at an array of restaurants around the city. It wasn’t long before cigarettes seemed like strangers that went unnoticed to me as I passed them on the street. The young girl at the drug store had been right. My enigmatic therapist.

Over the course of the next several weeks I became dependent on my newfound friend. I noticed changes in how my new addiction took over my body. I would salivate when I thought of some magnificent meat dish. My mind would wander the streets for restaurants while my body was somewhere else entirely. Waiters and waitresses began to call me by my first name, and depending on the place, may not have even brought me a menu. My greatest fear became what if my craving enveloped me when I couldn’t satisfy it? What if I needed to taste meat when I could not get to a restaurant?

I started ordering three or four meals doggie bagged in one sitting so I could keep them at home so to never be without. The problem with that is once they were in the fridge, my mind would not leave them alone. I would lay awake in bed just thinking about those Styrofoam temples.

The time between meals was less and less. Knowing that they were there in my fridge was enough to arouse my increasingly vicious appetite.

Just one more bite.

I was gaining weight, I knew it. He knew it too. I could tell when he’d begun suggesting going to clubs or to the park. No dinners, no restaurants.


“This is just your body getting used to not having smoke forced into it. You will go back to normal. Don’t worry.” He said.

I never said I was worried.

The thing about addiction is it doesn’t leave room for many other thoughts. I didn’t care about the weight, but for him, I took it upon myself to eliminate everything else from my diet so I might not gain as much. For his sake.

The weeks became moments for me, each moment passing, filling me with some type of emotion. He and I at a movie. Me with a piece of juicy dark pink hamburger meat burning my mouth form the frying pan. Me waking up. Him talking. Me dreaming. A party. Happiness, rage, desire, depression. Every moment has an emotional imprint. My life became just waiting for the next one I enjoyed to come along.

As good things come to those who wait, sure enough, my next enjoyable moment came—in the form of an epilogue to a particularly fevered craving.

It started with another party.

A party at the same house with the same balcony where I parted ways with my first addition. The same booze and the same guests. The only difference aside from my outfit was my empty purse. No fall back plan if something went wrong, no ammunition to escape with to the solace of the balcony. I thought about the Styrofoam takeout boxes of meat at home in my refrigerator and held my breath as I scanned the room of faces.

Of course all the seats were already taken and I took a sip of the wine I had brought for strength. She was sitting in a chair several feet away from me talking to some guy between sips of beer. I didn’t know why I recognized her, but my body reached like I’d been punched and microwaved at the same time when I saw her. It came together when I turned to him and saw him glance in her direction. I was back at the first party all over again, in every way. Except without something to take comfort in.

A vampiric radar, my addiction sensed my preparation for heartache, seizing my attention with an enormous growl in my stomach. Then another one. I swallowed another mouthful of wine to appease it. Another one. I knew what my body wanted and I could either try my best to find something here and satisfy myself, or stay and wait until he found his way into a conversation with her again. For a few seconds, I tried to stay, preparing myself. Another growl. He moved from one side of me to the other, noticeably closer to where she was in the room, and began talking to guy he knew from work. It would be only a matter of time, another few drinks, I was sure. Growl. I needed to leave. I knew I needed to salvage either my stomach or my heart and this craving was becoming painful.

I made my way through the people into the darker portion of the house, to the kitchen. I felt tears on my hot cheeks only when the cold air from the fridge hit my face. I toppled a wall of beer to see what was beyond it, a can falling to the floor. Condiments. No. Brick of cheese. No. Tomatoes. No.

Then I saw it, on the second shelf in the back. A thawed pound of packaged ground beef. I tore it from the fridge, my fingers clawing into the package, piercing the plastic and sinking into the chilling raw center.

I could see with the light of the open refrigerator, an unwashed frying pan on the stove nearby. I turned the knob to high and dropped a handful of the hamburger meat on the pan. Another growl came from within me and with it a jolt of pain in my gut. I could hear the people in the main room talking and it irritated me. I watched the cold meat in the pan and willed it to fry. I heard the comforting sizzle from the pan and it calmed me. Then suddenly, overtop the rest of the loathsome ambiguous voices of the other room, a woman’s laugh. It was clear amongst the others and it broke my calm. The sizzle of the pan. The laughing. The sizzle. The laugh. Rage or hunger or some child of both took over and I gripped the cooking pink meat out of the pan and bit into it.

The beef surrendered easily under the force of my teeth. So easily, I began to use only my tongue to mold and shape it into a swallowable ration. With each press to the roof of my mouth, the coldest, purest taste ravaged my senses. I’m a masochist.

I stayed like that for the whole of the feast. The frying pan was empty before I came down from my heaven. Even after it was over, and my stomach had eased, the sounds of the party stayed far away from me. I was happy, content. My mouth sticky and thick from the remanence of the meat.

I left the party by myself. Unnoticed. If anyone thought of it at all, they would have assumed I was on the balcony. I walked home quiet and calm. Satisfied. It would be a while now before I needed to have another meal. I got home, and slept.



It was morning when I woke up and sunlight filled the room, stirring me an uneasy way. The night before came back to me in fragments. First the goodness. Then, the anxiety of the party that I now recalled abandoning. Had he realized that I’d left? I checked my phone for calls. Nothing. I could be dead for all he knew and he still wouldn’t have sought out the horrible news. I took it as a sign that his night had been good, good in the way that would make me want to scream and cry. All of a sudden I was craving again.

My fridge was empty. There were doggie bags filled with meals but the ones that weren’t so old they were growing mold seemed bland. The seasonings and the sauces that had cooled and fused with the meats seemed now only to mask the real, succulent taste of the meat itself. I was longing for the experience I’d had the night before. It would have to wait. My phone was ringing.

“Where did you go last night?” he asked, in what sounded like genuine concern. I told him that I got a bad feeling and left. And that I hoped it hadn’t ruined his time.

It didn’t ruin his time.

“I just wish you would have told me you were leaving. I was worried.”

Not worried enough to try me last night.

“Do you want to get together tonight?”

Yes. I did.



It seemed like so long since I’d been to his apartment. I could smell frying vegetables as I walked in. It fused with the smell of his bedroom like a steaming, bland version of him. I was angry about his disregard for me the night before, but my thoughts were on suppressing my craving and slightly for sex.

He told me that he was sorry I didn’t stay last night; that he didn’t really have that good of a time; that everyone seemed dull. And that he cooked stir fry for dinner. Each statement made me progressively crazier with rage. What I wanted to tell him was I knew he was lying. That he had a great time and that me not being there was better for his social conquests of the evening. I also wanted to tell him that I hated stir fry.

What I did tell him was, thank you for thinking of me, I love you. And then I sat on his bed, arranged like a dinner table, and began to eat my stir fry.

He was midway through a sentence, and I midway through my wine when it happened. That achy growl in the pit of my gut. It crawled its way around my insides. Feelings from the night before rushed back as I tried to down another limp vegetable from my fork. I focused on holding the rubbery thing in with a hard swallow. The growl came again. This time it was louder and deeper, it shook the thoughts in my head and my anger took over a little more of me.

“Mandy, are you okay?” I barely heard him ask.

Amidst all of my internal chaos I desperately searched for a way to save myself in his eyes. There was no room left for logic in my mind. What do I tell him? There were only two choices I had. My body could only pull me in two directions and I would have to surrender to one before I lost either him or my sanity. So the question became; primal or vice? Do I run out the door and indulge in my weakness, somewhere at some restaurant or meat shop? Or do I revert to the primal me, the raw me? Could I work the craving out of my body through sex?

“Mand-”

I did not give him the chance. I kissed him hard in an attempt to overthrow the growling rush in my stomach. His mouth was warm and it reminded my craving body of some delicacy added to that stir fried mass on my plate. As is their nature, he immediately began to progress my wordless plan on his own. I heard the plates slip smoothly from the bed and then crash on the floor. I kept on. In fact, my craving was intensifying as my mind seemed to short circuit into half thoughts of her laughing, of him, of carefully poured sauces dripping down scantily cooked meats, smiling waiters, the feel of my fingers piercing the plastic layer of wrapping, gripping the raw beef underneath in the darkness of the party.

I heard him gasp in pain as I realized the gripping fingers in my mind were in fact seizing his side so much so I could no longer see my fingertips. I loosed my grip and continued to kiss him as we became more undressed.

Another growl. Maybe this plan was not working? Or maybe I should just be trying harder. My kisses began to work their way down his neck and shoulders. More flashes. Of the pierced torso and the face of the girl who possessed it. One way…rid…addiction…there is only…get rid…find another…you find another…find another one.

The ache in my belly shook me and the girl and her words drifted away instantly. I again thought of the meat dishes and all the flavorful salvation it brought me. I forced my kisses further downward to draw him into a sexual world, away from the monkey on my back.

My plan unfolded, and he moaned but the craving lingered deep inside me. I thought of how soft the cold ground beef had been when I’d press it flat with my tongue. A moan from him, a growl from me, and I kept on.

The aroma of a just prepared, warm meat dish being placed right in front of me hit my senses. Like a near death experience, every recollection I’d had of such a moment hit me with each heartbeat. It was working. A louder moan from him, a growl from me, and I kept on.

I recalled the tastes of the rarest dishes I’d eaten lately and how that first bite, that juicy, ecstatic bite would shed away my anger and anxieties. That first bite that purified my senses and my mind. I could taste all of those first bites just now, and the contentment that lingered even after I’d cleaned the last oily and buttered blood droplets from my expensive china plate.

A horrible scream from him. A growl from me. And I kept on.

Love for Mr. Rob Zombie

I have been listening to and following Rob Zombie for almost 16 years now, probably more. I think him and his work are incredible. I first got to know him while he was in his band, "White Zombie," and I was instantly hooked. After that, he went solo as Rob Zombie. A lot of solo artists who break away from bands, aren't usually as good as before but Rob BLEW MY MIND AWAY with his first solo album, "Hellbilly Deluxe." With his songs, "Living Dead Girl," "Dragula," "Spookshowbaby," and more, I became a complete zombie addict.

Since his first solo album, he has put at atleast three more and are all incredible and I definitely recommend all of them. The cool part is, is that even though all his albums have a different feel to them, they all still rock and metal and amazing to listen too. I can honestly say there isn't one song of his that I don't like. He is also amazing to see live.




Besides being a fantastic talented singer and rock god, he also a renaissance man of sorts. He has his own comic out, clothing line that his darling hot wife, Sherri Moon Zombie runs and models for, and of course a wicked amazing director. His first movie that he directed was "House of 1000 Corpses," which I got to see the first premiere of which was incredible. Originally when the movie was coming out, it was rated X because it was so bloody and gory, so Rob being a professional, cut out some shots to bring the movie down to NC-17, R. House of 1000 Corpses is one of my favorite horror films of all time. It stars, Sherri Moon Zombie, or Sherri Moon at the time, older cult horror actress, Karen Black, Bill Moseley, and Sid Haig.

The basic synopsis of House of 1000 Corpses is about two teenage couples traveling across the backwoods of Texas searching for urban legends of serial killers end up as prisoners of a bizarre and sadistic backwater family of serial killers. It's definitely not a movie for little kids, but is guaranteed to please all horror lovers.

The second film he did which is actually the sequel to 1000 Corpses is, "The Devil's Rejects. It stars most of the same people but has a completely different feel to it. While 1000 Corpses was more bloody and gory, etc, Devil's Rejects is more about the serial killer aspect and is almost reversed in the plot. While Bill Moseley, Sherri Moon Zombie, and Sid Haig are still the main characters and are killing people on the run, they are actually being hunted but the police from all their past murders that were shown in the first movie. The short synopsis of this film is in Ruggsville, Texas, the police under the command of Sheriff John Quincy Wydell attack the house of the sadistic serial killers Firefly family (a.k.a. The Devil's Reject) and they arrest mother Firefly, but Otis B. Driftwood and Baby Firefly escape from the siege. Tiny is wandering nearby the house and also escapes. Otis and Baby call their patriarch, the mad clown Captain Spaulding and they schedule to reunite at an isolated motel in the desert. When Otis and Baby arrive, they kidnap two families of singers, using sadism and violence against the harmless persons. Meanwhile, Sheriff Wydell promises to capture and kill the runaways, seeking revenge for the death of his brother, the Deputy George Wydell. Another amazing and one of my favorite killer films ever.

His most recent films were actually remakes of "Halloween 1 and 2." While unfortunately the first Halloween didn't do so well as I had hope, I enjoyed the second one a lot more. I also appreciate the way Rob interpreted the story. It's almost a completely different idea and concept from the original Jamie Lee Curtis films. I definitely recommend seeing these two flicks just to see the differences from the originals. I personally like the second "Halloween," better.

One more thing about Rob Zombie and his director skills is that he does not do more than two sequels for a movie which I love. I can't stand horror directors, which I won't name here who want to do six different movies about the same character or concept. It's enough. Stopping at two is the better way to go.

If you are in the L.A area, make sure to stop by his store, "Halloween Town," which contains everything you can possibly need for Halloween, plus his skull clothing brand, memorabilia, and a lot more. The best thing about the shop, is that is open all year round and he is known to pop in the store from time to time.

Here are some snippets and clips from his different work but this is just a taste of his brilliance. If you love heavy metal music, horror, talent, and more, this is the man to check out. I love you Rob Zombie!

Chainsaw Sally, Season of the Bitch

Check out my friend and horror extreme actress and babe, Chainsaw Sally! She kicks all kinds of major ass and is definitely an inspiration to me. ;) hehe So watch out. Filmed by Jimmy OBurril.

Make sure to check out her out and her new updates at her twitter, @Chainsaw_Sally and her other hot vids at youtube.com/user/themaddro… and indiegogo.com/The-Chainsaw-S…

THE MIND

Not too long ago, I was given a story by a new and awesome friend who goes by @XanderGrimm on twitter. Immediately when I read the story, I was in love.
The story is titled, "The Mind," and is an erotic, psychological thriller which definitely gets your blood flowing. Xander was sweet enough to let me post his amazing work up here and is currently working on a new hot thriller which may just have Moi as one of the characters. Here's his first masterpiece plus the process behind the genius. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did:



The Mind
By Xander Grimm
The shrink stares at me from across the room, a look of frustration on his face as he glances first at me, then at his watch, and then back to me again. His right leg is crossed over his left, his right foot slowly tapping the air in what would appear to be boredom. Finally, with a sigh, he speaks, his voice heavy with irritation.
“Monica, our session started fifteen minutes ago. Now, I can’t help you with these problems that you’ve been having if you don’t talk to me about them.”
I let out a sigh of my own and run my hands down my face. “Well I’m sorry doctor, but this my first time ever talking to a ‘mental health professional’, I’m kind of in uncharted territory here.”
The doctor nods and places his foot back flat on the carpet. He takes a pen and notepad from the end table next to his chair and opens the pad to the first available page. “Why don’t we just start from the beginning?”
I nod and lay my hands flat on my stomach, breathing out slowly as I begin to recall the events that led me to this little office in the middle of downtown. “I guess it started happening about six months ago. I was lying in bed one night when I thought I heard a noise in my kitchen. I went out to investigate and as soon as I stepped into the room I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Although , I suppose ‘felt’ isn’t exactly the correct word as I blacked out about ten seconds later. When I came to, it was a week later.”
The doctor raised his hand in protest and shot me a look of concern. “You blacked out for a week?! Did you notify the authorities?”
I glanced over at him and shook my head. “I thought about it, but my apartment had no evidence of a break in, everything I owned was still there, hell it didn’t even look like I had eaten any of the food I had in my refrigerator. I guess it would have been a good idea to call the police, but it just kind of seemed pointless at the time.”
He finished scribbling a couple of notes into the pad and took another look at me. “So this blackout, this is what brings you to my office today? On the phone it seemed like there were other issues at hand.”
I nodded. “There are, this was just the beginning. Ever since the original blackout I’ve been having dreams, but sometimes they feel more like memories, like I actually participated in some of the things I’m seeing. And there’s more. I’ve been having more blackouts. After the first one they only happened every couple of weeks, but lately they’ve been happening on a weekly basis, sometimes maybe two or three times a week, but those are rare occasions. And every time, I wake up in a different outfit than the one I was wearing before the blackout occurred. Sometimes I wake up naked. And I never remember anything that may have happened during that lapse in time. ”
The doctor shook his head as he continued scribbling into his notepad. “Monica I have to say, this is all very concerning. Blackouts can be signs of heart problems, lack of oxygen to the brain, and other severe health problems. But they can also be caused by other factors. If I might ask, have you ever had any issues with alcohol consumption?”
I scoff and stare at him. “I’m not a drunk, if that’s what you’re asking. I might have a glass or two of wine every once in a while, but nothing hardcore. And there’s more; lately I’ve been getting mysterious phone calls late at night. They’re not from any numbers that I know, and they always leave messages for some woman named ‘Michelle’. When they first started they were sporadic, like the blackouts, but lately they’ve become more numerous. And the other night, I answered the phone when of the numbers called, and the girl on the other line was adamant that I was this ‘Michelle’ woman! It’s driving me crazy!”
The doctor sighed softly to himself and looked up at me from his notepad. “Monica, these ‘dreams’ that you’ve been having, what are they about?”
I smile softly and stare back up at the ceiling. “They’re actually probably the weirdest part of this whole mess, aside from the blackouts of course. As I told you, they come to me as dreams, but sometimes they feel more like memories. Flashes of violent attacks, biting and scratching, blood gushing everywhere. And other times, it’s visions of sex, stuff I’ve never even thought of, much less experienced, writhing and moaning in strange beds with men and women, sometimes with just one partner, sometimes with several. And with everything, both the violence and the sex, they’re all involving people I’ve never seen before. I don’t even know what to do about them.”
The doctor nods again and sets his notepad and pen down on the end table. “Well Monica, one’s subconscious is a bizarre place, full of its own thoughts and ideas, many of which have no real connection to the real world and just pop up out of nowhere. I’m going to write you a couple of prescriptions, and I’d also like to see you again. It also might be a good idea to see your physician, if only to confirm a bill of perfect physical health. Other than that, we’re done here for today, my secretary will assist in setting up the next appointment.” He stands and extends his hand.
I smile and stand from the couch before shaking his hand. “Thank you doctor, sorry I was a little uncooperative earlier, but it felt good to vent. I’ll see you at the next visit.” I release his hand and walk towards the door to his office, stopping briefly to adjust my hair in the full-length mirror next to it, when I hear a soft gasp from behind me. I turn to see the doctor pointing at the mirror, a look of horror across his face, his body shaking. “Doctor, what’s wrong?” A dark pool appears in the middle of the shrink’s pants, he begins to scream, and I blackout.
When I wake, I am naked, and still standing in front of the doctor’s mirror, my unshielded flesh staring back at me from the polished glass. A metallic smell is heavy in the air. A speck of red at the top of my breast winks at me from the mirror, I glance down and scoop it from my skin and place it in my mouth. It’s metallic and sweet, like copper pennies mixed with sangria. And all at once, I remember. The memories of the last six months flood back into my brain like a fucking dam burst. The people I’d feasted on, but even better, the ‘people’ that I had fucked. Recalling every experience was like experiencing a lifetime of sex in one bliss-filled second. And it’s too much, even for my enhanced bodily strength. I drop to my knees in the throes of orgasm as waves of pleasure rock through my body. Finally, the orgasms break and I bend over panting, my own scent wafting up from a small puddle between my legs. My fangs slide down over my bottom lip and a huge grin breaks across my face as I turn back to look at the doctor’s corpse, laying in a pool of his own blood, his throat ripped open. “Well doc, it seems our session together helped me out more than we both thought.” I turn my gaze back to the mirror, now providing a view of nothing but the office furniture behind me. Even though I can’t see my face anymore, I can still tell that I’m grinning. And for the first time in many years, not only am I happy, but I know exactly who I am…


I love this story a lot. Here's a little background of his creative process. It's very fascinating and intriguing to me.


XANDER'S CREATIVE PROCESS:

Hello my freaky darlings, Xander Grimm here, and hopefully by now you’ve had a chance to read my short story “The Mind”, which was posted up recently here on the Horror Lovers Spot. Our lovely site mistress Ruby Violence has asked me to write a little bit of background on my thought process for the story, so here we go.
Vampire fiction has been a favorite of mine for many years and as such I have wanted to write my own, but procrastinated for some time as I could not think of anything original to really add to the genre. And then I saw an episode of Law and Order: SVU involving a woman apparently dealing with a split personality disorder. And then it hit me: what would happen if someone afflicted with a multiple personality disorder was turned into a vampire? Would the other personalities be aware of the change? Would they display the strengths and weaknesses that accompany the transformation if they weren’t aware one had occurred? Well like most of my other ponderings the idea percolated for a while before, thanks to additional information and ideas picked up from show like United States of Tara and NCIS, the plot for “The Mind” finally came to fruition.
As the first idea of mine to actually make it into a physical medium, I am naturally very excited to have it published here on the blog. Originally the story was meant to be a one-shot, just a simple short story with a curious premise, and that was it. However, the initial response from the few people that have already read it prior to its posting was so positive that I have decided to make “The Mind” part one in a trilogy of short stories starring my vampy vixen. The next installment will be titled “The Body”, and will deal with our anti-heroine attempting to track down her vampiric sire. I hope to have a sample up for you folks very soon, with the full story out by the end of the year. Well that’s about it for me at the moment, so until next time darlings, keep it dark and keep it bloody!

TRUE BLOOD GIRLS

HERE ARE THE SEXY AND CRAZY WOMEN OF TRUE BLOOD. LIKE I SAID BEFORE, I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL SEASON 4 OF MY HOT SHOW, TRUE BLOOD.