I am an urban vampire. My real name is unimportant as I have had so many over the years, besides names are merely the crude labels humans use and that is something I have not been for many years.

Much mystery surrounds our race. We are thought to be legends and myths; a train of thought which serves us as a useful protection. If humans do not believe we exist, then we are as safe to mingle among humanity as if we were invisible. Some of your kind of course do believe in us. There are many who love the way the myths have been developed through films and books, the pale, beautiful, sensual creatures, which they consider a part of their lives. The minds of these mortals may tell them it is impossible for us to be real, but their hearts know we are.

We have watched with interest our portrayal change on the page and screen in recent years, and approve of the sensitive beings shown there. It is much nearer to the reality of what we are, than the beliefs of the other part of humanity that know we walk amongst you. These are the  "vampire hunters", with their warped ideas of what we are; they seek to destroy the bloated corpse-like things that are said to have fed on mankind for centuries. They do not realise that the creatures they are intent on killing are not in fact in any way connected with us. Certain individuals from your race have in the past, dabbled with the spirits and demons from the other side of reality. The abominations labelled as vampires for so long are their doing, and simply what they appear to be, that is reanimated corpses. They follow the compulsions of the evil that moves them, to collect the life-force of humans through the consumption of blood or flesh.

Our origins are unclear. As individuals it is true that we were once human, changed to what we are now by the draining of our blood, and the consuming of blood from our sires. However, as to the origin of the first vampires, no one is sure. It is knowledge, which has been lost in the mists of time. We don"t know why we arewe just are.

We move amongst you constantly, mainly after dark through choice, as we prefer nights cool embrace, to the harsh world of day. The night holds a certain magic and joy for us, and we walk its hours with confidence.

In your nightclubs we blend well, and cause no extreme interest when compared to the splendid humans, who strut and preen with their outlandish clothes, hair and body decorations. In comparison we are merely inconspicuous, attractive beings, though we do exude an inner light and charm, which can be recognised by our fellows. It is also occasionally noticed by those who want to believe we are more than just their wishful thinking. If approached by such humans we will toy with their affections and talk for long hours, but we never reveal our true natures. We would also not feed from such a "fan", as doing so would confirm their suspicions of our existence, and it would be impossible for them to keep such a delicious secret.

Only if we intend to change a mortal into an eternal companion do we let them know what we are. Though this is rare to do in these modern times, or the world would become over populated with us, and humanity would no longer be able to sustain us. When a companion is chosen however, it is usually one of these beings sensitive to our existence; such individuals are willing converts.

I mentioned feeding, that is part of the legends that is true. We drink blood. But we rarely kill to do so, that is part of the myth. Why would we kill those that supply our sustenance? It would not only bring us to the worlds attention, but also deplete our precious food supply.

We drink from those we meet on our nightly wanderings. The drinking of alcohol by you humans serves us well; it makes the unwitting donor relaxed and willing to bend to our wishes. We treat these donors as lovers, with caresses and kisses, and feed from them in dark corners or secluded spots away from the nightclubs which generally provide them. Morning will remove the memory of being fed from, leaving only the vague remembrance of a sensual stranger. The only physical signs will be a "love bite" as if from an over eager lover, and what appears to be a hangover. After one or two nights rest the human is fully recovered and merely believes they had a wonderful night out. So you see, we are not vicious killers; merely caring borrowers of your life blood causing no long-term harm.

I sense disbelief in some of you, but how many times have you met a friend who, having been out the night before, wanders around with an ecstatic smile. They rave about the night they had, but then seem unsure as to what actually happened.

Think about itbut not too hard. As I have said it does us good that you do not truly believe in us. After all we have enough trouble with the crazed "vampire killers" who occasionally stumble on to our true identity. That we are so unlike their preconceptions seems to make little difference to them; they still mindlessly wish to destroy us. Luckily such encounters are rare, being protected as we are by their own false image of our kind. But meetings do occur, in fact I was tracked by one of these mad men a short time ago but that is another story, which I have no time to relate now.

Perhaps you will wish to hear from me again, the choice is yours. Remember I will be here long after you have lived out your meagre lives, unless of course we meet one night; but do you truly believe in me?  I believe in you.

Raven
February 17, 2002

Posted by Vladimir Sat, 06/09/2007 - 19:45

I belive in you!

Submitted by Dracula's Guest on Thu, 10/25/2007 - 15:32.

I belive in you!

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