posted on May, 25 2008 @ 05:43 PM
Although I have been lurking at ATS for a number of years, I registered due to this topic.
I admit I have written to Anne Rice about my account of my encounter with a vampire. I find it interesting that she first wrote 'Interview with the
Vampire' in 1973. The book was published in 1976. I didn't read the book until 1980. Upon reading the book I felt she may have met the same
"person" I met in 1973. I have never received a reply from her. I do realize that she probably gets thousands of emails per month on her website.
I wrote to her in 2001.
I have told my story several times to several different people and always get the same response, one of disbelief. Although my mother and sister
sometimes still tease me, asking, "do you remember when you dated that vampire?"
I am now 51 years old. 34 years ago I was 17 and that summer I was working for the US Forest Service as an intern through a government program called
the Neighborhood Youth Corps. We planted trees and dug potential fire break lines in the forests of northern Idaho.
A fire fighting crew came into town mid summer since it was a particularly dry summer and was on stand by just in case they were needed. Among that
crew was the most beautiful young man I had ever seen. He had long blonde hair, perfectly symmetrical features. He reminded me of a more refined
version of Robert Plant of Led Zepplin. He was tall and handsome and everything I ever thought I would give up my virginity to. I spent a lot of
time just looking at him. He apparently noticed and began talking to me when the crew came into town from their forest stations.
He asked me out and I was ecstatic. We met for dinner several times, always late, after 10 pm. He never ate, urging me to order whatever I would
like to have and he would have a glass of wine. I never knew how old he was but the drinking age in Idaho at the time was 19. He also had a european
accent of some sort. He said he was from Germany. We would part at the restaurant, he never made any attempt to kiss me, which I thought very
strange since every other guy I had dated prior was always all over me.
One night I suggested we meet at a place very near to my apartment, as I planned to ask him back to my house afterward for whatever... You got it, I
fast forward to my apartment. After opening a bottle of wine and chatting he said he wanted to take me into his confidence because he really liked
me. He continued to say that he doesn't usually tell anyone the truth about him because it scares people. Okay, I felt the first flash of fear.
He then went on to tell me that he was from Germany and was over 400 years old, that he was a vampire. I didn't know what to say. So, I asked,
"what do you mean... vampire?"
He said he was from an aristocractic family and was chosen and attacked by a vampire in his family's estate. He was made a vampire by his attacker.
By virtue of what he had become he left with this other vampire and travelled all over the world. He came to hate him so much that he branched out on
his own in France after many years.
I asked him if he drank blood and killed people. He paused and said that yes, sometimes he chose to take a human life.
Okay at this point my fear was turning to terror. He was either a psychopath with a really interesting story or he was the real thing and I was about
to die either way. I told him he was scaring me. He said he thought he probably would and that was not his intention. It was hard for him to make
friends and when he felt he could trust someone he would tell them the truth about himself since his lifestyle was not ordinary and needed the
acceptance of what friends he had to maintain a friendship with them. He also told me that he knew I was expecting to have sex with him and that he
would agree to that but that sex was really no longer pleasurable to him although he knew it was pleasurable to "normals".
ran out of room will have to post again.