Welcome. My name is Tealie and this is my story. I was raised in poverty and shame, but this I endured. With the passing years came a fierce devotion to the life I thought I always deserved. I earned a degree in art history, and after I finished college I started at the Museum of Fine Arts in Manhattan. I quickly worked my way up and soon became the director of the Antiquities Division. Time moved on. My children were young, eleven and thirteen, when it happened: a drunk driver ran them off the road on their way home from a camping trip. A year passed and I decided to get out and meet people. I found vampires. Not only did I happen upon the knowledge of their existence, I also set out to become one of them.

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Prince Dracula

The following text is a translation of one of the oldest surviving versions of the story of Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia -- known to his friends as Vlad the Impaler, or Prince Dracole. It was printed in Nuremburg in 1488.

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DeSpErAtIoN

whispered words and silent thoughts
unseeing eyes, unbroken hearts
wishes wished and curses said
one last look, I go to bed
trembling hand and opened mouth
I down the pills and close my mouth
I look around my last good bye
I sit and wait, I close my eyes
my breathing slows, my heart
it
stops...

Raevynn
October 9, 2001

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Vampire Fraud

Serial killer John George Haigh knew the power of the monstrous image to incite horror into people's minds, and even today he is cited as a murderer who drank a cup of blood from his victims before getting rid of their bodies. He's found on nearly every list of "modern vampires," which attests to his own insight in just how far his legend would carry. However, there's no evidence that he had such a fetish and plenty of reason to believe that he was malingering a mental illness that would get him sent to a mental institution.

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For A Broken Heart

Tears fall slowly down my cheeks
Wet, winding rivers cutting a path of pain
I never wanted to hurt you
Never meant to fall in love so easily
Time and distance play such cruel jokes
Separated by the many miles of ocean between us
And the span of years no one could understand
Once I told you, Never love me for I’ll only bring pain
You didn’t listen, couldn’t listen
Now your heart breaks the same as mine...
I want to feel your arms around me,
Feel your breath upon my skin
Hear your voice whisper in my ear

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I am not there

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there,

I only sleep

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there,

I did not die

Ladruca

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