To Be a Vampire

A Short Thing by EZPowell

To be a Vampire is a terrible and most dreadful thing. Can you imagine being a blood sucker for a living? Long nights and dark days. Loneliness abounds when all there is for company is live prey. I am a hunter, a stalker and creature of the night. Perhaps I am an angel of death or perhaps just a rabid most desperate beast, constantly in search of only my very next meal. Any animal, so close to the bone, is but a mere transient being, struggling for survival and forever expecting death, around the next corner or over the brow of the next hill. Always expecting death, perhaps from a rival stronger than me, or perhaps from the hunted turning into the hunter, with a silver cross and a wooden stake to thrust me into darkness and oblivion. Will my end a flash from the shadows or a twig snapping in the dark? Perhaps a brief flicker from my periphery of sight, a “shing”, a hiss, a whistle and thud and the decapitation of a heavy, expertly wielded sword.

Oblivion! Oh what a release that could be. A release from this horror of death, blood and gore. How long must I live and how long must I walk the earth without a semblance of end or night or finality? How long must I endure? I have lived for centuries since I was taken-in by my mentor. My mentor was stabbed through heart many years ago. She exploded in flames, shriveled up and disappeared, a silver cross first searing a hole through her long dead heart. Her sole exploded in fury only to disintegrate into a mindless, thoughtless, meaningless pile of long forgotten dust. Now I am alone, forever alone. I do not have the power she possessed to make the living into the undead. I am forever in –debt and forever cursed, forever alone!

My nights are filled with a celebration of gorging on gore – a feeding frenzy. I move from city to city, spanning the globe, over centuries of time. I have seen empires and despots and good kings and queens rise and fall. I have seen fire and flames, wars, peace love and pain. I seen all there is to see and still I am here. Now I long for death and the final peace of rest, eternal rest. Instead I never see the sun and I am always hiding in the shadows of the night. When the moon is away and with stars hidden by clouds deep and sure, as the very night they contrive to conceal. This deep, dark night is my blanket, my cover, my concealment, and my friend and most dreadful ally.

The pitch-black night is my ally? You talk of blood-lust? I do not see it that way. My life, or my undead life at least, is a brief candle in time because I never notice the passing of time. I live from day to day as I always have. Every day is the same, both day in and day out. I am lonely and always hungry and bored, bored, bored! My time on this earth is spent hiding from the sun and surviving on the life-blood of those I fear and always long to be once again. The living of course! Do I want to be dead or undead as you call it? The label you give me is unfair don’t yea see. Do I want to live in fear of the warm caress of the sun and the warm glow of humanity’s light? No of course I do not I would rather be dead, dead, dead, and oh so most finally dead!

Instead I am a cursed creature of night, a creature of the dark and most unforgiving night. I am a stalker, a hunter a bringer of terror, of terror and death. With a savage growl to give me courage I will always most savagely bite, for I must only survive to wake once again to the next night again, in search of a meal, the most bloody of meals. When I am finally dispatched I am not too sure of my fate. Does God exist? Is the Beast watching over me and commanding respect? Will I burn in the fires of hell? Will I burn to crisp? Will I simply shrivel up and descend into a small pile of irrelevant, intransigent dust, just a speck in history, only a pile of irretrievable, long forgotten dust?

I am mostly forgotten by humanity itself. I long to be part of the world once again. My only release will ever be death but I am driven. I am driven by need, by both passion and greed. Even in lust I am greedy. I am at my most brutal when savagely ravaging a beautiful young woman, into a swooning, orgasmic passion of pure unadulterated lust. Even when I love which I have many times over many centuries, I will tickle and conquer with glee and bring her to the brink and over into ecstatic release. And then lying next to her in quiet spent peace I will be overcome with greed, a fire burns in my loins and my belly to be filled and my veins refreshed. When seeing the fear in the orbs of her eyes, and I finally seduced her to complete loss, I see the fear and acceptance of death soon to come, I see the reflection of my blood-shot, angry black eyes. I bite down on her neck or a breast or her thighs, it does matter which, whichever I feel most likely to bite, and suck in the blood that keeps me alive and keeps my forever, forever alone! For all eternity and more.

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