#return of the vampire

[vamplire]

love vampire horror films from the 1930s & 40s. fog machine being PUT TO WORK. prop bat BOUNCING ON A STRING. organ being played with MENACING NOTES. set design of GIANT COBWEBS & REAL BUGS. peak DERANGED ACTING from actors with a THEATRE BACKGROUND. RATS RATS RATS. who is doing it like they did.

[blueruins]

Return of the Vampire

[aunti-christ-ine]

📺📽 🧛‍♂️

~ Svengoolie ~

[schlock-luster-video]

On April 10, 1971, The Raven and Return of the Vampire were screened as a double-feature on Creature Features.

[hallucinationhorrors]

[chernobog13]

It's September Two Hundredth (Ed. AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! It's the 20th, nimrod!) and this crybaby werewolf is upset that there's still 943 days (Ed. So help me Hannah--!!) until Halloween!

[basementofthebizarre]

This Saturday on Svengoolie (July 5, 2025): RETURN OF THE VAMPIRE.

Get ready for a classic bite of horror this weekend! Svengoolie is sinking his teeth into “Return of the Vampire” this Saturday, July 5th. Join our favorite horror host for a chilling tale starring the iconic Bela Lugosi as a reanimated vampire unleashed upon London during the Blitz. It’s a perfect way to keep cool with some old-school thrills, so don’t miss out on the frights! Tune in for this…

[californiababylon]

[mike-png]

Pre-vampirism Armand/Arun

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Your thighs tremble around his head, trembling not just from the relentless pressure of his tongue but from the sick, slow way he moans against you. Not just eating you, no, devouring, like he’s starving. Like he’d die a second time if he wasn’t buried between your legs.

"Shit, baby, look at you!" Remmick coos, pleased with himself. You groan, pushing him back down with a buck of your hips.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." You hiss. He offers a scoff with a smirk, cutting you off with a light slap to your thigh. He dives back in, slick and spit coating his chin and nose, his breath hot as he looks up through heavy-lidded, feral eyes. You see them glow in the dim lighting, and you can't help but tilt your head back with a groan.

"Pretty little baby," he murmurs, voice thick, "Know you like it messy." He clicks his tongue, fangs peaking out while he smiles against your thigh. "Mmm. You're all twitchy." That grin of his turns animal when you tug on his hair in retaliation.

He spits, slow and deliberate, on your clit, watching your hips twitch, then leans in and laps it up again, groaning against you. The heat of his breath, the rise and fall of his chest as he needily humps the mattress beneath you two.

The more you struggle from the overstimulation, the more those sharp claws of his dig into your thighs. He's holding you down, letting you listen to the wet, sloppy obscene sounds of him making out with your cunt.

When a particularly harsh buck of your hips and whimper sounds, you break the eye contact.

"Remmi-"

"Nuh-uh. Stay the fuck down," he growls into your core. "You’re not goin’ anywhere." His words are quick and clipped, like he's briefly scolding you.

And you do- violently. Sobbing, convulsing, fists pounding the sheets. But he doesn’t stop. Just licks harder. Rougher. Ruts his face like he’s trying to tongue-fuck your soul out of your body.

When you think he's finally done, he crawls up over you, jaw wet, lips swollen. "Keep your mouth open for a second, baby." He directs. His breath hits your lips, sticky with his drool and your juice. His hand slides up your throat, not choking, but holding you still. It could almost be considered polite, if not for the mess he's making.

You barely have time to gasp before he spits into your mouth, watching you with narrowed, adoring eyes. The slow drawl of liquid passing between his lips, unable to be held in anymore. It dribbles into your open mouth, down your chin, until you can taste yourself and him.

"There you go, swallow." He nods, eager. Claws coming up to poke at your cheek and smush the drool all around your face and lips. His cock is straining hard against your thigh.

When you think he's done putting on his little show, he lets out a soft relieved sigh, pleased, before nuzzling his face into yours. His own drool sticking your faces together, little flicks of his tongue pressing all over your face just to get a few more tastes and kisses in.

He lifts two fingers up to his mouth. Licks. Moans. Savors the delicacy, before going down to swipe them between your legs. "One more round, okay? We ain't done yet." He whispers, before sinking his face back down your body to where your sweet heat awaits him.

[aquarines]

missing that bastard, lestat de lyingcunt or whatever his name is

[gabitzart]

Nice stache bro

[queenoftheimps]

Imagine you're Louis de Pointe du Lac, you've just divorced your second husband and reevaluated all of your life choices, you've spent a cool $10 million on what are essentially your therapy bills, you hop on a 12-hour flight across the world, you return to your hometown, you reunite with your first ex-husband, you process your grief over your daughter a little bit, you're stuck in a hurricane but it's all okay, it was all worth it because you're in a better place now emotionally and can start to move forward

And then, on the vampire-exclusive psychic channel, you hear the voice of your Definitely Still Human buddy Daniel going "hey Louis uh quick update for ya"

[schlock-luster-video]

On September 16, 1972, The Raven and Return of the Vampire were screened as a double-feature on Creature Features.

[petty-crush]

Notes on the New Bev Horror a thon 2023

I love this event. This is my Halloween jam.

This was extra special this year because new important friends in my life got to join me for the first time. It raised the electricity in the room.

There was some good natured grumbling that, yes, the event isn’t an all nighter anymore. It’s from late afternoon to after midnight, not deep evening to early morning. I really don’t care, a celebration is a celebration, no matter what time of day.

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The films, such as they rolled,

1-The New Kids (Sean Cunningham, 1985)

2-Return of the Vampire (Lew Landers, 1943)

3-Komodo (Michael Lantieri, 1999)

4-The Severed Arm (Thomas S. Alderman, 1973)

5-Scarecrows (William Wesley, 1988)

6-Wrong Turn (Rob Schmidt, 2003)

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This was the first time since I’ve been going that there wasn’t a Italian or Spanish horror film in the line up (I have missed a few years though), an odd beat in the rhythm.

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More grumbling from the veterans; the first film really wasn’t a horror film. I can somewhat disagree, as there was elements of a siege near the end.

But, clearly, this was a shout-out to the Friday the 13th crew doing a left turn. It was fun, which was important. I probably wouldn’t have made it the first film however.

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This was a marathon that was back end heavy, for my tastes. The Severed Arm and especially Scarecrows powered up this showing.

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Early to mid 2000s horror is one of my least favorite eras. The look and leftover 90s teen cast of Wrong Turn wasn’t my ideal way to end the night, though it was solid on its own merits.

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Here is something I really wasn’t expecting, the monster movie was my least favorite of the night. Usually it’s in the top three, but this year it rests comfortably at the bottom. It was still quite fun, and seeing it with this audience made it a delightful go of things.

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I fucking love Bela Lugosi. He’s just delightful. His personality is other worldly strong.

Before Return, there was this hysterical winking interview with him from 1938. His hamming it up as if he was a real ghoul plastered a stupid grin on my face. This dude rocks.

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More on The New Kids;

The opening set piece with Tom Atkins, training the kids to run, in slow motion, had the entire audience rolling. He didn’t come back after that but it’s almost worth the movie just for that section.

James Spader is magnificent as the bully leader. I’m still mystified that he didn’t knock it out of the park as Ultron in Avengers 2.

I suspect that was the strings being pulled away from him behind the scenes. Also maybe Jim Shooter’s version of Ultron is best, and it wasn’t that.

As mentioned, I think putting this movie 3 or so would have been better. Severed Arm would have been a great opener. Not a dealbreaker however.

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Arm is truly one of those raw bruised exploitation films that has such a seedy view of the world. Its griminess is palpable, but never a dirge.

There is one scene that drags (the guy in the mechanic shop) but that’s actually pretty good by the standards of this weight class. You have to accept that these kinds of films are not the best paced, little rough around the edges.

Gawd help me, I laughed so hard at the scene of the group pressuring the guy to cut off his arm to feed them (they are trapped in a mine) and the rescuers coming barely thirty seconds later. This poor schmuck.

Of the films that were new to me that night (hold that thought) this one easily won. Highly recommended.

There is also one guy doing an substitute teacher version of Woody Allen Schlick that is right up my alley.

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Scarecrows was the film of night to my eyes, even though it was the only one I had seen before.

This was an astute lesson in how a film plays totally different with an audience. Like how a song from an album comes truly alive in concert. The communal experience transforms it.

When I saw it at home, I thought it was ok, if a bit slight. With a dark room, an attentive crowd, it murdered. All the jokes were funnier, the surreal touches more vivid, the despair more claustrophobic.

I love horror films that don’t explain shit, and this was that plus surprising. A winning combo.

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Thinking back again, I think making the kid in Komodo a boy just felt really dry to me. A girl fighting big lizards is just funnier.

That said, seeing him pull a home alone/Rambo trap on the Komodo had my cheeks red.

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In Wrong Turn’s favor, it had the most appealing gal of the night, Eliza Dushku. Her alternative boobies soothed all the backwoods brutality.

This is definitely a film basking in the post 9/11 bitterness. The anger and visceral violence. What a strange time.

Films from this era were also extra dirty, textures wise. And yet it feels a bit too pristine at the same time.

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By golly, did I love the wolf man growing a spine and in near death besting the vampire. As bombs are falling down. Those last fifteen minutes in Return are wonderful.

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The gift this year was a jacket patch with a gnarly pumpkin on it. Neat.

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Solid year. Every film played well, with most being ones I would return to again.

My favorite is, so far, still the marathon of (deep breath) race with the devil/horror party beach/rawhide rex/twitch of the death nerve/slaughter high /ticks. But this one was quite spiffy as well.

Halloween, like life, is all about variety and surprises. This year delivered. My only regret is waiting a whole year till next time. But it’s worth the sweet leisure.

[lazylittledragon]

vampire fam is back from the dead <33