posted on Jun, 5 2009 @ 01:09 AM
Okay, here it goes. I post this acknowledging that most, if not all, who read this will think I'm either delusional or lying; fortunatly, its not my
perogative to care. I have had a couple of glasses of wine tonight, so please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors.
My involvement in the occult began on the same night that I recieved what information I possess about vampires. It was a night in early February of
2007; a friend I had known since the third grade called me and asked me to meet him at one of his friend's house. He said that it was immensely
important, and to come immediately. Upon arrival I was greeted by three whom I knew, and one I did not; the latter was the older brother of another
friend I'd known since middle school. I asked why I had been called, and he told me to listen. The person who spoke next was a female whom I had
known for several months, and had briefly dated; she told me a very unbelievable tale. I confess that I believed her though, for she was pale and on
the verge of tears when she spoke. I maintain close contact with her, and I know that this sort of behavior is not in her character; she was
terrified. She told me of what had happened to her when she was in college in Florida; I estimate the year to be, based on her age, 2005. She was at
a late night diner alone when she smelled something strange; the scent turned out to be that of a clove cigarette (namely Djarum Black). The smoker
was a lovely blonde female whose name was Silvia; for several nights after, they met and spoke long into the night. My friend was, about a month into
this liason, taken to a nightclub of sorts which didn't have a name; it was one of those red-lit basement places which could only be accessed through
an allyway behind the building. Once inside, she was told that Silvia was in fact a vampire, and was given much information about their being. The
reason for this was that they intended to turn her. The story gets stranger here; she was bound by hand and foot upon a cheap particle board table,
and they bit her; they took turns drinking her blood, and my friend lost consciousness. She awoke covered in bite marks feeling weak at her
apartment, alone. Days after she gained the courage to seek out this club, and found an abandoned basement which appeared to have been empty for
years. To this day she doesn't know what happened after she blacked out, or why they didn't take her.
This story is essential to what I'm going to tell you next.
On that night, frought with fear, she told me these things. She showed me the scars (where is was appropriate) and told me about their habits. The
creatures she described were dead, though not all were turned in a conventional way. It was put to me that to become vampire, one must choose at the
point of death to forgo the natural order of life and choose to live beyond it; a vampire is something which is neither living nor dead, and is
abhorred by natural life. They are creatures which can walk in sunlight for a time, but as they age develop an allergy to the light; it was explained
that this was due to nothing less than nature itself rejecting their presence. The older the vampire, the more severe the reaction. They are dead,
requiring not breath nor food nor drink; though able to eat, the food will rot within the creature's stomach until vomited. The creature requires
the blood of living humans not to satisfy nutritional needs, but to absorb directly the life-force of the victim; their bodies are very hard to
destroy as well. The only two ways known to kill a vampire are to remove the head or burn the body entirely. A vampire does not have superior
strength or speed or any ability known to legend; by rumor (as it has never been confirmed by my affiliates) they know a form of illusory magic, and
can develop hightened abilities through ritual. This is not something I know for fact, though. I was told that they have a religion of sorts, and
that this woman Silvia was a priestess of their order, which is a position of authority in their circle. They enjoy tastes and smells, which is why
the clove cigarette; they have a potent flavor which is easily enjoyed. The other legends you may have heard are purely the result of superstition
and mankind's inability to accept its inherent weaknesses.
I know these things are true because of why I was told: I had been called to this meeting and told these things because Silvia had come to my
hometown. She had followed my friend, and I had the displeasure of seeing her. The only thing I learned that I was never told was about their speed
and the way they smell. They're fast as hell, I can tell you that without doubt. No matter how they hide, though, you can smell the distinct scent
of death in the air when they're around. You can feel that somehow, something nearby is wrong; if you've ever met a vampire, you'd have known it.
There were...events which followed, and it ended with Silvia leaving, to my knowledge. For reasons I will not post here, I was excluded from the
events by the end, and have no way of knowing what actually happened. Nobody wound up getting hurt on either side, supposedly, which I guess is good.
What is a vampire? A vampire is a human who has made a wrong choice, and is bound by that choice to walk a dark path. You can't be forcibly turned,
nor can you be born a vampire. Its always a choice.
For those of you who would claim this impossible, I feel sympathy; I would never have believed a word of it were it not for the things I witnessed and
took part of. But I have no reason to lie. I don't care what your opinion is; I was asked, and so I have posted my story. Believe it or not, it is
I'm sorry if it doesn't make much sense; there are details which I am forced to omit for the safety of myself and others. I hope that if any of you
vampire seekers are fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to find what you're looking for my words will be an aid, and not a hinderance.