Dark humor...
So you want to meet a true Vampyre? Okay, here I am; the Vampyre Garth de Roderick. (Tip:Throughout this post you will discover my love of your slang and certain of your ways).Since I've been in existence a few thousand years, I'm considered a Master among my Kind; an Ancient. What that equates to, being a Master and an Ancient, is that I have lived longer than most of my Kind and therefore I have considerably more powers and talents. Ho-hum. Sounds a bit like bragging, but there you have the simplified version of the truth.
Some say I'm a hedonistic sort, others call me a fiend of the worst imaginable Kind, and still, others don't believe in my existence at all. Whatever you choose to think is fine with me. What doesn't work for me, is being stalked by idiots who proclaim themselves Vampyre hunters, out to save the world. Give me a break. Those fools aren't interested in saving anything or anyone but looking for notoriety for themselves.
Contrary to popular belief, all of my Kind aren't bent on destroying the mortal population. For the most part, I rather enjoy getting to know you guys. Modern society is far more preferable to the alternative, even though I have to work very hard to keep from being bored to tears. Why? Immortality has it's downside as well as it's benefits. Imagine having spent thousands of years wandering the world and with those years, having little to do but learn...learn...learn... Yeah, you get my drift? When one builds that large a knowledge base, well, it is easy to become bored with someone with your few years of knowledge.
You see, given that we don't age like you, we Immortals have to constantly go about reinventing ourselves and I can't tell you how tiresome that can get. I've been my own heir too many times to bother counting, adopted so many families throughout the ages that it is often difficult to remember who is who, and accumulated so many homes and so much wealth... No, I'm not bragging, just stating fact.
Now, to get to the blood-drinking thing that seems to both fascinate and horrify believers and non-believers, alike. Myth has it that Vampyres can't eat food. Truth of the matter is, some of us can eat small amounts of your food, we just don't particularly like the taste of it and it has no nutritional value for us. Me, I've developed a liking for certain foods but in order to exist, I have to have blood, of the mortal variety. Sweet. Now don't shudder at the idea. My hosts are completely willing to share their life-sustaining sustenance, and I assure you they don't die from it nor do they experience any pain. There is what is known as the 'Thrall'; the ability to cast a rapture upon them while I feed so that they feel nothing but pure enjoyment from the experience. Some of them liken it to a gratifying sexual experience. Not bad, huh? You prudes get over that description. Gratification in any form is pleasure, and no more or less. Following the feeding, the host needs only to rest for an hour or two and given that I feed at night, there is no real difficulty there.
In truth, not all Vampyres are like me, though the majority of the good ones feed in similar fashion; with permission. If we happen to be caught in a place where we don't have our own hosts, we are careful to see that those whom we choose are left in safety and with no memory of the experience.
To be sure, there are different types among our Kind. The less friendly type are those whom most books and movies attempt to portray. They do become atrocities and that due to their sins against Man-Kind and other Kinds. Shouldn't be too difficult to understand if you liken it to the term, 'Rode hard and put up wet'. In other words, if one fouls one's self with hatred and vengeful acts, one's body suffers the consequences of the sins one committs. Such is the bane of any Kind; deterioration of the physical persona, for we are all charged with caring for what is given us; body and mind.
The next myth is that Vampyres have no soul. Who can prove that? If you proclaim to believe in a just and caring God then why in the world would you think that He would abandon any Kind who does good upon this earth? Hum, there is a no-brainer. So you think your God would dispense me straight to hell because I drink blood? Does your Bible say that one has to eat the food of mortals in order to have a soul? One might remember that Bibles are the written interpretations of God's laws by mortals, no? Okay, okay, some of you are stuck in that belief and that is your choice. But to my way of thinking, I have a soul just as the rest of you do. And guess what? I go to church; yep, walk right through those hallowed doors and sit among the congregation without going up in flames. Sorry to bust your bubble, but God smiles as kindly on me, as he does on you. Oh, and just for the record, I wear a blessed cross around my neck; a beautiful piece given me by my darling wife, Jessica. Oh yeah, I do have a mortal wife. She is a true Witch born, and I have to tell you, I know God has blessed me because he gave me that beautiful, loving woman to stand at my side. Another myth bites the dust. Gotta love it (I do).
Alright, all joking aside, for the moment. Yes there are Vampyres who seek to destroy mortals, but I don't happen to be one of those. There are those of us who have made it our personal mission to protect humans from others of our Kind, as well as from other Kinds; yours too. Why? Because it is our belief that all Kinds have a right to life; that this world belongs to all, and not one Kind. In my time, I have encountered a vast number of individuals who reek vengeance upon others in the seeking of power, wealth, and status. That isn't justification for holding down, injuring, or killing innocents, and never will it be. From the beginning of time there has been the establishment of social castes and I doubt that will ever change. But, whatever the caste, we are all entitled to the same rights and priviliges. So whatever your Kind, know that no amount of power, wealth, or privilege, or the lack thereof, entitles one to step on another.
The majority of the mortals I socialize with are good and kind people, from differing social climes and castes, and I find no malice towards others, among them. The poorest of the poor have been invited into my abode and I treat them with the same respect as I treat the wealthiest of my friends. Does that make me special? No, but I go out of my way to make certain that each of my friends knows they are special. Life isn't all about wealth, prestige, and privilege; no matter what you believe. It is about the individual; how one cares, respects, and puts him/her self out to be recognized.
Now, I'd like to touch on a particular peeve of mine; wanna-be Vampyres. Good God, what are you thinking? For the most part, I think those individuals are in search of several things; identity, power, something outside the norm. Likely, as not, if you take things that bit too far you will definitely find something outside the norm. The evil ones of my Kind haunt those places wanna-be role players inhabit. Heads-up, if you haven't figured it out by now, you are placing yourself in the path of a very real danger you can't begin to conceive of. Ever occur to all of you that by flocking to the latest Vampyre haunt, you all offer yourselves as a huge smorgasboard? You give those fiends easy access; 'easy pickings', as it goes. You provide them with two things; an easy kill, or the ease with which to make more of that Kind. Believe me, the last thing you want is to be turned by a monster who will toss you aside and leave you to figure things out on your own. Don't believe that? Well take it from me; it is that type we are forced to hunt down and destroy because they have no concept of right and wrong. They haven't been taught, or yet learned on their own, how to survive in proper fashion, as Immortals. They are random killers driven by blood lust and they quickly become like their makers; fiends. Be warned!
Okay, back to me. I know it is difficult for you to understand why an Immortal, who has just about seen and heard everything there is to see and hear, would find satisfaction in learning to integrate with the present day population. Think I am any different in my needs just because I;m Immortal? Not so much. I need a reason to exist. I grow weary of having everything I want for those things are of little importance without people contact. A mind left to it's own devices... It may surprise you to know that I have feelings, emotions, and desires like any other. I can feel hurt, lonely, angry, sad, and the whole other range of feelings you feel. I have a heart that can be broken, a mind that can be warped, a body that can be destroyed. True enough, and I have no qualms about admitting it. Some Vampyres will not admit to those things for fear of giving away too much of themselves; being vulnerable. But I have come a long way in my existence and I've learned that in order for others to know me, they must first understand me.So there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak.
I am a living Being, different from you, but no less deserving of my existence, for what I am. Being a Vampyre doesn't preclude my rights anymore than being mortal entitles you to yours. Savvy? Given the opportunity, I like meeting mortals. I enjoy many of the same things you do; music, dancing (love the Cajun music and dancing, best), dress-style, Arts, and other entertainment. So give me a break, and I'll return the favor. Hunt to destroy me or mine, and I'll return that favor, too. Garth. Have a good life.
Some say I'm a hedonistic sort, others call me a fiend of the worst imaginable Kind, and still, others don't believe in my existence at all. Whatever you choose to think is fine with me. What doesn't work for me, is being stalked by idiots who proclaim themselves Vampyre hunters, out to save the world. Give me a break. Those fools aren't interested in saving anything or anyone but looking for notoriety for themselves.
Contrary to popular belief, all of my Kind aren't bent on destroying the mortal population. For the most part, I rather enjoy getting to know you guys. Modern society is far more preferable to the alternative, even though I have to work very hard to keep from being bored to tears. Why? Immortality has it's downside as well as it's benefits. Imagine having spent thousands of years wandering the world and with those years, having little to do but learn...learn...learn... Yeah, you get my drift? When one builds that large a knowledge base, well, it is easy to become bored with someone with your few years of knowledge.
You see, given that we don't age like you, we Immortals have to constantly go about reinventing ourselves and I can't tell you how tiresome that can get. I've been my own heir too many times to bother counting, adopted so many families throughout the ages that it is often difficult to remember who is who, and accumulated so many homes and so much wealth... No, I'm not bragging, just stating fact.
Now, to get to the blood-drinking thing that seems to both fascinate and horrify believers and non-believers, alike. Myth has it that Vampyres can't eat food. Truth of the matter is, some of us can eat small amounts of your food, we just don't particularly like the taste of it and it has no nutritional value for us. Me, I've developed a liking for certain foods but in order to exist, I have to have blood, of the mortal variety. Sweet. Now don't shudder at the idea. My hosts are completely willing to share their life-sustaining sustenance, and I assure you they don't die from it nor do they experience any pain. There is what is known as the 'Thrall'; the ability to cast a rapture upon them while I feed so that they feel nothing but pure enjoyment from the experience. Some of them liken it to a gratifying sexual experience. Not bad, huh? You prudes get over that description. Gratification in any form is pleasure, and no more or less. Following the feeding, the host needs only to rest for an hour or two and given that I feed at night, there is no real difficulty there.
In truth, not all Vampyres are like me, though the majority of the good ones feed in similar fashion; with permission. If we happen to be caught in a place where we don't have our own hosts, we are careful to see that those whom we choose are left in safety and with no memory of the experience.
To be sure, there are different types among our Kind. The less friendly type are those whom most books and movies attempt to portray. They do become atrocities and that due to their sins against Man-Kind and other Kinds. Shouldn't be too difficult to understand if you liken it to the term, 'Rode hard and put up wet'. In other words, if one fouls one's self with hatred and vengeful acts, one's body suffers the consequences of the sins one committs. Such is the bane of any Kind; deterioration of the physical persona, for we are all charged with caring for what is given us; body and mind.
The next myth is that Vampyres have no soul. Who can prove that? If you proclaim to believe in a just and caring God then why in the world would you think that He would abandon any Kind who does good upon this earth? Hum, there is a no-brainer. So you think your God would dispense me straight to hell because I drink blood? Does your Bible say that one has to eat the food of mortals in order to have a soul? One might remember that Bibles are the written interpretations of God's laws by mortals, no? Okay, okay, some of you are stuck in that belief and that is your choice. But to my way of thinking, I have a soul just as the rest of you do. And guess what? I go to church; yep, walk right through those hallowed doors and sit among the congregation without going up in flames. Sorry to bust your bubble, but God smiles as kindly on me, as he does on you. Oh, and just for the record, I wear a blessed cross around my neck; a beautiful piece given me by my darling wife, Jessica. Oh yeah, I do have a mortal wife. She is a true Witch born, and I have to tell you, I know God has blessed me because he gave me that beautiful, loving woman to stand at my side. Another myth bites the dust. Gotta love it (I do).
Alright, all joking aside, for the moment. Yes there are Vampyres who seek to destroy mortals, but I don't happen to be one of those. There are those of us who have made it our personal mission to protect humans from others of our Kind, as well as from other Kinds; yours too. Why? Because it is our belief that all Kinds have a right to life; that this world belongs to all, and not one Kind. In my time, I have encountered a vast number of individuals who reek vengeance upon others in the seeking of power, wealth, and status. That isn't justification for holding down, injuring, or killing innocents, and never will it be. From the beginning of time there has been the establishment of social castes and I doubt that will ever change. But, whatever the caste, we are all entitled to the same rights and priviliges. So whatever your Kind, know that no amount of power, wealth, or privilege, or the lack thereof, entitles one to step on another.
The majority of the mortals I socialize with are good and kind people, from differing social climes and castes, and I find no malice towards others, among them. The poorest of the poor have been invited into my abode and I treat them with the same respect as I treat the wealthiest of my friends. Does that make me special? No, but I go out of my way to make certain that each of my friends knows they are special. Life isn't all about wealth, prestige, and privilege; no matter what you believe. It is about the individual; how one cares, respects, and puts him/her self out to be recognized.
Now, I'd like to touch on a particular peeve of mine; wanna-be Vampyres. Good God, what are you thinking? For the most part, I think those individuals are in search of several things; identity, power, something outside the norm. Likely, as not, if you take things that bit too far you will definitely find something outside the norm. The evil ones of my Kind haunt those places wanna-be role players inhabit. Heads-up, if you haven't figured it out by now, you are placing yourself in the path of a very real danger you can't begin to conceive of. Ever occur to all of you that by flocking to the latest Vampyre haunt, you all offer yourselves as a huge smorgasboard? You give those fiends easy access; 'easy pickings', as it goes. You provide them with two things; an easy kill, or the ease with which to make more of that Kind. Believe me, the last thing you want is to be turned by a monster who will toss you aside and leave you to figure things out on your own. Don't believe that? Well take it from me; it is that type we are forced to hunt down and destroy because they have no concept of right and wrong. They haven't been taught, or yet learned on their own, how to survive in proper fashion, as Immortals. They are random killers driven by blood lust and they quickly become like their makers; fiends. Be warned!
Okay, back to me. I know it is difficult for you to understand why an Immortal, who has just about seen and heard everything there is to see and hear, would find satisfaction in learning to integrate with the present day population. Think I am any different in my needs just because I;m Immortal? Not so much. I need a reason to exist. I grow weary of having everything I want for those things are of little importance without people contact. A mind left to it's own devices... It may surprise you to know that I have feelings, emotions, and desires like any other. I can feel hurt, lonely, angry, sad, and the whole other range of feelings you feel. I have a heart that can be broken, a mind that can be warped, a body that can be destroyed. True enough, and I have no qualms about admitting it. Some Vampyres will not admit to those things for fear of giving away too much of themselves; being vulnerable. But I have come a long way in my existence and I've learned that in order for others to know me, they must first understand me.So there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak.
I am a living Being, different from you, but no less deserving of my existence, for what I am. Being a Vampyre doesn't preclude my rights anymore than being mortal entitles you to yours. Savvy? Given the opportunity, I like meeting mortals. I enjoy many of the same things you do; music, dancing (love the Cajun music and dancing, best), dress-style, Arts, and other entertainment. So give me a break, and I'll return the favor. Hunt to destroy me or mine, and I'll return that favor, too. Garth. Have a good life.
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