posted on Sep, 17 2008 @ 11:15 PM
reply to post by cmd18B
That's what I've wondered. About the stepping outside. I mean, would we not have a soul if we were a vampire? Would there simply be nothing? We
would just become ash? Perhaps there would be no life after death.
I have said some things on this forum, that I was and then recanted saying I wasn't a vampire. The reason I did this is for privacy. The truth is I
am what you refer to as a "psi-vamp". If we are talking the classic sense of immortality then, yes, I would want to be a vampire. Anyone who is a
"vampire" in reality, or rather energy deficient knows it isn't fun, or cool. But I find this energy deficiency problem manageable as long as I
enter public areas a few times a week. And I would be willing to live with what I already have only exchange for blood, in order to be immortal. As I
said I have found my own mortality hard to cope with. I've always been a bit....scared of death and now being an amateur scientist tend to find
myself seeking in the realm of life after death. Even though obviously everyone here is mortal....Unless maybe Highlander posts here?
If I do not feed I become sick. This started when I was around 16, never cared for vampires. I thought it was "gay" and the emo, goth kids back when
I was in high school really ruined any reality to a matter that is very real. I remember they would dress up with fake fangs....and tails....tails? I
know... I noticed I would become extremely sick if I wasn't around people and thought for a long time it was mental. Maybe some type of depression
since I've heard it can lead to ill health. Over time it became more and more clear that this was something more. I didn't want it to be, I felt
crummy and obviously could never go up to a friend after finding out psi-vamps were real and saying "Hey, I'm a vampire!". It doesn't quite work
that way. You lose friends that way. Although some who have been around me long enough have come to realize that this is the case. Without me needing
to tell them....some things have happened. Once finding out I was a vampire, I was ashamed. To this day I don't wear a trench coat or any cliche
stereotype. In fact I dress "preppy". Such is usual when growing up amongst high society.
Unlike some of those goth wannabees will tell you. And yes, they are wannabees (Only about 40% of the real vampire population is legit). The only
similarity I really see is a parasitic nature to feed off energy as far as the classic repatoire of a vampire goes. It is a theory of mine that over
time those who drank blood had to evolve to a more acceptable state to gather energy, hence the "psi-vamps". If I were to get into detail and really
didn't care about my privacy I would give you a name to one of my ancestors who lived in France who was known to drink blood. Perhaps Vampirism is a
recessive gene. Everyone who knows me knows I have fangs, in fact 2 on each side, and 2 below, which are much smaller. I can usually use it to get out
of fights or to settle people that may be seen as a threat. Of course this is because of the cliche vampire flicks. Also when I was 11 the dentist
told me by teeth were the strongest he had ever seen and that I would never have a cavity. That holds true to this day.
I don't drink blood, generally. I don't need it to survive instead it is a type of high for us. Generally I am above the blood drinkers. Perhaps it
is because of the society and life I had as an early youth. In fact blood drinkers are usually deemed unacceptable amongst the higher-archy. The blood
high is like when it is said that the mother who has a craving for a certain type of food and eats it while she is pregnant will carry onto the child
as it's favorite food...
[edit on 18-9-2008 by RagenCajun]