From: pope@physics.su.OZ.AU (The Nightstalker)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: A Tale of The Nightstalker, part2
Message-ID: <1992May20.061129.27155@ucc.su.OZ.AU>
Date: 20 May 92 06:11:29 GMT

After sitting and thinking for a while, The Nightstalker continues his tale.

"Well, we met the next night, and walked through the woods together, chatting
and laughing.  It was most pleasant, and I felt closer to her with each passing
second.  This continued, and one thing lead to another.  I leave these details
to the imaginations of the hearers in the room.  One night I became curious as
to where this vision of loveliness lived, and who she really was.  So, one     
night after we parted, I followed her to a house in the middle of the village.
I decided to surprise her, and ventured in.  The door was open, and then things
went funny.  It was only until a little while after that I remember clearly
what happened.  All I remembered at the time was her eyes, how entrancing they
were, and I saw red all around me.  I woke up some way from the village,      
feeling a little confused.  We met the next night, and embraced.  I felt her
hot breath on my neck, and then I felt a little hazy.  It was several more
nights, when I had become much weaker, that I realised who my love really was."

He laughs again, hollow and empty.  His voice becomes more distant.

"I was ready.  We met, and she came forth to embrace me.  As she neared and was
about to do the deed, I thrust the holy symbol of the nameless god in her face
and could feel and hear the flesh melt and burn beneath it.  She screamed, and
her face was now transfigured from its former beauty into the ugliness of
undeath.  Her fangs bared, she prepared to pounch, but I was upon her in a 
flash.  Although I was much weakened by the loss of blood I had suffered,
I was powered now by betrayal and anger.  Soon I was atop her, not in a
passionate embrace as before, but in an embrace of death.  I laughed loud and
long as I drove the wooden stake through her cold heart, and I wallowed in the
blood which spurt forth from the wound.  My blood, which had kept this beast
alive.  Oh how she writhed and squirmed, and tried to trap me with those eyes,
but this only spurred me on more to drive the wood deeper into the bloody
wound.  I cut off the head with one blow of my mighty blade Dragon's Breath,
and forced garlic between those lips which I had once embraced with my own.
I stabbed the body a few more times in angry pleasure, and then without a word
I called forth fire from my finger tips and incinerated the corpse."

Nightstalker sits back and laughs that haunting laugh.  Listener has stopped
playing.

"So my friends, the tale is done.  Take care when you meet a sweet maid on
a sweet summer night."

The Nightstalker rises to his feet, and in the twinkling of an eye, takes 
the form of a bat and flies to and out of the nearest open window.


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*     The Nightstalker : Between the night and the light he walks.            *
*     "Now I know there is noone who is waiting, at the end of that long and  *
*      winding road."                                                         *
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