The Vampire addiction

Addicted to Vampires.

Ever since I was old enough to read a book, I have been addicted to anything to do with Vampires. Not just books, but movies as well.
When I first saw the Movie adaptation of Bram Stokers “Dracula” with Bela Lagosi I was hooked on movie versions, and yes I even became interested in the very “B” rated version of Dracula Staring Christopher Lee.
I laughed the first time I saw Christopher Lee, I thought how cleaver to use a rear-view mirror to cast a light over his eyes as he gazed into his victim's eyes.
Then came some of the worst movies about Vampires, “son of Dracula” and “Blood of Dracula.” it was so bad, I left the movie theater and asked for my Fifty cents back.
However, as time marched on, the movies were getting a bit better, and I started to enjoy them a bit more.
Television began to get into the whole Vampire craze with a great series called, “Dark Shadows.” it was a wonderful series about a reluctant Vampire who just wanted to turn back to a normal human being. Shocking really, the idea that someone would want to be human again after experiencing the perks of being a creature of the night, is beyond my comprehension.
First of all, no worry about sunburns, save a bundle on suntan lotion. Another obvious advantage, you never grow old, and never die.
Then came Forever Knight. A Vampire who was given the gift from a father type figure who calls Nick Knight his brother, and son. Nick, decides after hundreds of years as a vampire, he didn't want to be a vampire anymore? So he becomes a policeman to make amends for his past “sins”. The entire series though written very well, sort of became repetitious.
They would start with a plot or “Case” Nick and his Partner would have to investigate. Then something would happen that makes Nick remember something in his past that is the same as his present. Then there is the climax with him “Vamping out” at some criminal, and saves the life of some woman. In the mean time, he is in love with the city Medical Examiner, a woman of course, and when all was said and done, she makes the decision at the very last second before she dies to come across to be a vampire with Nick.
However, Nick is not fast enough, and she dies. Distraught by losing his true love, he asks his mentor to impale him and burn the apartment.
Now I didn't mind the show much, it was good. However, I am sure that they could have ended it a bit better. Like he and his mentor flies off into the sunrise together burning together and Father and son and brothers.
Then the famous of all Vampire movies, “Interview with a Vampire.” Lets just say that as a vampire, Tom Cruse would never make it the first hundred years, enough said. Well, other then the Brad Pitt was bloody hot!
Alright, so I do read and watch a lot about Vampires, cause I love the allure of the darker side of nature, and the seductiveness of being able to live beyond the years of others, to have power over death and life. The ability to control people at will, and the chance to have as many loves as you want.
Now, why would I want that?
Well...
I already have that now, I am a vampire.
Before you go and say, “Thats crazy, there isn't anything such as Vampires.” Think about it, with all Myths, there were some truth to start them.
Witches, Warlocks and Wizards. (by the way, I have met real wizards and witches, they are the best of friends, but more about that later.)
Let me tell you my story, maybe I can shed more light on all of this.


Chapter 1

It all began, (as most good fables start.) Three Hundred years ago in the year, Eighteen hundred and five. I was but a young man of just Eighteen years, still wet behind the ears as my mum said, when my father was killed in a tavern fight. He was caught pulling an ace out of a secret pocket in his sleeve.
One of the gamblers pulled out his gun under the table, said just one word. “Cheat!” and blasted him away. I was there outside the tavern waiting for my father to come out when it happened. Filled with such rage, when the man ran out, I tripped him up and he fell to the ground. I then jumped on top of him bit him in the neck right into the Jugular, I pulled out a chunk of his neck and he screamed in pain.
I do not know what got hold of me at that moment but I stood there with his blood on my lips and I started to laugh as he bled to death.
There was something happening inside me. Something dark and evil taking over as I ran home. I felt a pain inside my chest grow to the point that I fell to the ground screaming. I saw my father looking at me and shaking his head, “You avenged me, but at what cost?” he said as he faded away till there was nothing there at all.
I screamed out for my father, but the pain I felt became unbearable. I lost consciousness and blacked out. When I woke, I found myself in a very dark and cramped place. I felt around to find I was in a wood box, the shape reminded me of something I had seen before. “Dear god!” I shouted as I realized I was in a coffin.
I hit the top and to my amazement, it literally blew apart as if I had exploded a stick of dynamite under it. As fate would have it, I rose out of the coffin, right in the middle of my funeral. You should have seen the looks on the faces of all the people there.
The poor sheriff, the man elected to represent bravery and courage, fainted. The preacher screamed and ran out of the room, and the organist grabbed her cross on the organ and held it next to her chest doing hail Marys.
The rest of the people ran out of the church screaming nearly busting down the door. I started to laugh, I couldn't help the feelings coming out of me, and I didn't want to control it either.
I rushed out of the Church and started to run as fast as I could, I tripped up on something however, instead of hitting the ground, I found myself flying like a bird. It was exhilarating, I flew into the air and soon I were above the clouds. I could not believe I was actually flying, this was impossible, man can not fly, it has been the dream of men for years, but it's impossible. Alas, I accepted the fact that some how I were given the power of flight, I did not know where, or how; all I knew I could fly, and I were going to enjoy this new power.
The moon bright, and stars sparked in the night sky. I did not want to go back to the earth, however, I knew I needed to get home.
Landing near the front door, I walked up and opened it. “Mother!” I cried out.
No sounds emanated in the cold dark house. I walked into my mothers room, she wasn't there. I went into the kitchen, she wasn't there either. I called out again, but there came no reply to my plea. I went into my room, and there on my bed was a note.
My hands trembled as I unfolded the note. Reading it out loud, I began to cry even more. For the letter must have been written before all of this happened, before my father was murdered, before I took revenge for my father.


“Dear son,
I have left for New York City, and shall never return to this cold house. Your father is a cheat and a gambler. One day, he may turn up dead, and I am not going to be made a widow. It would do good for you to leave here as well, your welcome to come to New York and look me up.
If you do, that would be wonderful, if you do not, I understand.
What ever you do, it is your decision. I am sorry it had to be this way, but I am tired of living this life. I want my own life again. I used to be an actress, and a damn good one.
Good bye my child, I am sure you will come to a choice for your life as well, and soon we will reunite.
Till then, Be good, and don't let your anger get the best of you.

Love always

Lora

My mother left the deed to the house, and also to the mine. Course, I sold the mine but kept the mineral rights and garnished fifty six percent of all profits made out of the mine.
Now what about the towns people? How did I explain I was alive after most of them knew I was dead?
I told them that I had merely fainted because I realized what I had done, and the sheriff mistook me on the ground as being dead.
However, I knew I needed to leave this town, and to start a new life somewhere else, far away. Even if it meant in another country. My heart said go to New York, however I would not stay there for my mother would want to have her life without me hanging about.
I thought about possible locations, and one came clear, London England where I have relatives. And after all, My mother and father were originally from England, so the decision came easy enough.
That evening, I found I became very hungry, and I had no idea what I wanted to eat. I looked around the cupboard, and in the potato box, but there they were empty, I had failed to go to market earlier that day.
As I pondered what I were going to have for supper, I heard a coyote out in the woods crying out to its family. It must have made a fresh kill.
I jumped into the air, and flew straightaway into the trees and found the coyote standing over a deer, it was still breathing, blood oozed out of a wound.
I landed right near the dog, it turned quickly and growled at first, but then it stopped and lowered its head, backed away and then ran off into the forest.
I too turned around to see if there was something behind me, there was nothing there. I was a bit perplexed by this, but seeing the deer on the ground, I then bend down and put my hand on the wound, the blood was warm, and something smelled sweet.
Putting the blood closer to my nose, then to my lips. It was then something took over and I dived into the wound, and began to drink the blood. It was sweet, warm and satisfying. I could not stop drinking the blood, for there was a hunger in me that I could not quench.
Soon as the blood began to turn sour, I stopped. It was as if instinct of an animal took over, and I liked the power I was feeling. It was then I realized what had happened, I knew the moment that I killed a man and tasted his blood and flesh, I had became a creature of the night, I knew I was cursed to be a vampire.
And thus began my Journey as part of the living dead. To roam the earth forever hunting and feeding off the blood of animals or people if I so choose. Course, I never killed another person again, not deliberately, but I have had to kill in self defense and never to drink their blood.
It has been three hundred years from that day I ceased to being human, I have never regretted it since.
I am off now to watch a Horror festival down at our local theater. They are going to be doing a marathon of Dracula movies.


MORE TO COME...