Anne Rice

(Guys, we have just held a poll regarding the better vampire writer. Now, here is our article about her.)

Anne Rice was born Howard Allen O'Brien on 4 October 1941 as the second daughter of a Catholic Irish-American family. Her early years were spent in New Orleans, Louisiana, forming the background of most of her stories. After which, she lived in East Haven, Connecticut until the death of her sister Alice Borchardt, who also pursued to be a gothic writer.

Her name Anne came out during her first day of school when a nun asked her of her name and blurted it out until her mother let it go without correcting her for she knew that her daughter was so conscious of her unusual given name.

In 1958, her father took up a residence at Richardson, Texas after the death of her mother three years before. There she attended Richardson High School and met Stan Rice whom she married later. She then took up her first collegiate years in Texas Women's University in Denton and then moved with her husband to San Francisco, where she attended State University and obtained BA Political Science. "I'm a totally conservative person", she later told the New York Times (November 7, 1988). "In the middle of Haight-Ashbury in the 1960s, I was typing away while everybody was dropping acid and smoking grass. I was known as my own square." She would not return to New Orleans until 1989.

She then had a daughter, Michelle, who later died of Leukemia at the age of 6.

Her first book, Interview with the Vampire was then completed in 1973 and was published in 1976. Nine more books then followed and this series was titled The Vampire Chronicles. These were written while they lived in Berkeley before their son, Christopher, was born. Her novels published then were counted 28.

In 1989, Anne and Stan lived in New Orleans by buying a Garden District Greek Revival house and Anne owned many building in that district that time. Interview with the Vampire was then made into a movie and The Feast of All Saints was then made into a mini-series.

Anne then returned to the Catholic church in 1998 and decided to concentrate her writings on Christ in 2002. One of these books was Christ the Lord and Out of Egypt which were published this year.

Stan Rice then died in 2002 after a couple of months being diagnosed with brain cancer. His paintings would hopefully soon find home and his diaries are now edited.

Anne now lives and works in the California desert, a few hours drive from her son, Christopher, who lives and works in West Hollywood.

The Better Vampire Author

Today there are two vampire authors who seem to touch the youth much: Anne Rice and Stephenie Meyer.



Anne Rice was known as the genius behind The Vampire Chronicles, New Tales of a Vampire, among others. Youth admire her because her literature is about the vampires in a point of view of a vampire, though some contradict her because they say that her works are too dark especially to the minds of the young readers. Another big thing which made her vampire books famous are her arguments in those books which are based from facts as she had said. Everything she wrote was based on her life experience, especially the things which happened during the times of darkness in her life.



On the other hand, Stephenie Meyer is the genius behind the bestselling Twilight Saga. Right now, most students read her works and are touched because of a thriller amidst a love affair with a vampire and other dark creatures told about by a human; however, she has now started the vampire version of her novels. Compared to Anne, she writes more about dreams.

Now, fellow goths, it is up for you to decide which of the two is the better vampire author. Anne Rice or Stephenie Meyer?

Vendetta

By Drake_Lestat1992

This serves as your bitter end, debonair
The wage of humiliation you gave me
Your burden and fury forever be
You punished your own self for what you dare
I make you suffer with my deadly stare
Such a living hell you will ever see
A worst feeling of insecurity
This is the feeling I would like to share
My blood of cold fire has just run too deep
For you killed me to break a holy creed
But then, I had no death or pain to feel
Now, I send you to your eternal sleep
You even wished to be finally freed
Then nightmare come and show you what is real

Nightfall in Avernus

By Drake_Lestat1992

The whole day was dull and dark
Though it had made a new remark
To let darkness sing like a lark
And start an eye-opening spark

Unto the blade of this evil hatchet
Are things that caused too much regret
Now, catch yourself in your own net
And accept the death you never bet

Now that I crossed the seventh sea
The pain is already gone from me
In your knees you will fall and see
The new supreme that is meant to be

Through great Marius' and Faustus' stand
Back from the great mage's land
I take the darkest strength on my hand
And hold this place unto my command

Scarlet

By Kah

Smile, sardonic, wicked but fleet
Vitriolic like the potent poison
Stealing fragments from inside of you
For a moment, just a moment
Smile bittersweet…let it linger
Then pull the dagger outPay no mind to the raw flesh
It may snatch on its way Nor the elixir of existence
Turning putrid, reeking death
Gushing from the crevice
It won’t be much longer now…
Surrender the light unclench it
From blood-stained weary hands
Embrace nothingness…it is time
Smile just for a little while
Then smile no more.

Excerpt from Nymphet in Red

By Janua Y

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I am the nymphet whose your heart did desire… I am aware of it but dare not to comprehend. I took a glimpse of your eyes… they speak your emotions… but I would rather go blind than clearly see it through… It is delusional – forget it!

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Come, you little hypocrite - submit yourself to me on this realm of darkness, to my cradle of filth and forget what your heart did contain.

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Now, slowly - crawl crawl crawl with the serpents.

The Widowed Night

By Fallen Angel Slave of Music

I dream of a valley made of gravewhom bodies are for those soul are trapped
Imagine the city filled with blood
The sky who murdered all the starsand the moon who once bold in nature
Now sorrowed, drowned and thorned
Those eyes i see every night
Makes me fell my knees and pray in peace
For those I saw was as dead a blackI wish I could draw his heart
So I would stitch the part where it was ripped apart
To the ripper been cursed for so long
You made already to much pain in the heart
Now its time for your burial , I'll mourn for you
Wear your bloody gown for its your end of time

Cunning

By Drake_Lestat1992

"I approached the expert and received a senseless allure
I even visited the doctor and found that there is no cure"
These are just the lines that denote you are not sure
Of all the things you say that I will not endure
Just beat the hell out of me and say I am not pure
And see you at the end to prove who is the one poor