True Vampire Experience
Let me begin bysharing with you my background with the occult. (This
does have some relevency to my story.) I have always beeninterested
in the strange and unexplained. I love to read stories, both trueand
fiction, about ghosts, UFOs, poltergeists, the Bermuda Triangle,
psychic incidences, etc. I never read much about vampires. I wasnever
very interested... thought it was just a movie. Well, anyway,this
last year in high school, I met two people who were interested in
vampires. The one subscibed to a newsletter and got mail from
self-pronounced vampires. But we always just thought of them as
psychos, and it was fun to read their letters during lunch. Theother
was more quiet and withdrawn. Anyway, I'm just trying to say thatI
was not a believer, and I never really thought too much about it.Oh!
And I never watched Dracula before, either.
I will start from the beginning. Last Spring, I broke up with along
time boyfriend, and I was really feeling alone and depressed. Afriend
of mine had put an ad in the personals, and the dates she gotweren't
odd and deformed. So, I thought that I would give it a try. I was
looking for someone with style and personality, but almosteveryone
sounded dull and very much alike. Except on the last week that itran,
one guy had caught my attention. He didn't really say that much,but I
knew he was the one that I wanted to see.
So, I called him, and we talked for a little while. He told meabout
how he likes to travel out of the country a lot. He said that hecould
speak many languages. I made him say something in Italian,French,
Russian, Arabic, German, and Japanese. I was impressed! They all
sounded authentic to me. I couldn't understand how he could knowall
these languages, when I couldn't even speak Spanish after three
horrible years of Spanish classes. He is only twenty and neverwent to
college. I just wrote it off as being easier since he hastraveled a
lot. He was living in a beach resort city with his uncle. Heshowed
such a strong distaste for that city and the U.S. in general. Itwas
the culture that he hated. I can't say that I blame him, thatcity is
a dump!
We really liked talking to each other and were eager to meet. We
arranged to go out the next night after I was done work. I gotdone at
eight o'clock, and I drove to his house. It was an hour away. I
neglected to realize that it was going to be nearly impossible toread
the house numbers in the dark. I drove back and forth down hisstreet
many times trying to read numbers. When I finally narrowed itdown to
what block he lived on, I noticed him standing outside. (By theway,
let's call him Sam. I'm tired of saying "he" a lot andI want to
preserve his identity.)
Sam looked different than I was expecting. He was handsome in an
unusual way. He looked and acted European. I liked that. We tooka
long walk and talked some more. I will only tell about the thingsthat
are relevent to this story. Sam revealed that he was from Canada.He
also said that he loved to stay out all night. (When I called himfor
the first time, I woke him up at 3 o'clock in the afternoon!) Samwas
telling me about how he likes to wear vintage clothes and how hehad
his eye on a French Revolutionary coat. He also told me that heis
very old-fashioned. He also started to speak in Latin and oldEnglish.
I found all that he had to say fascinating, but thoughts onvampires
were far from my mind.
After a while, we walked down on the beach and sat on alifeguard's
chair. The scene was perfect. Sam claimed that he could read aperson
by looking into their eyes. I didn't believe him. I dared him totell
me what I was thinking at that exact moment. He said that hewould
have to look for a long time before he could determine. We were
talking about our past relationships and I said about how I couldhave
loved my last boyfriend forever if only he hadn't done what hedid.
(Another very long story. It spans three years.) Suddenly, hesaid
that it is impossible to love forever. He was very vehement aboutit.
We got quiet. I started to think for a while. Then it occurred tome
how perfect this scene was and how I wanted him to kiss me. Justas
soon as the thought went through my head, he leaned over andkissed
me. Sam is a VERY good kisser. So, the next ten minutes werespent
kissing and kissing. That was it. There was no pressure to go any
farther. It made me feel safe.
Later, we got down from the seat and started back to his place.
Halfway across the beach, he suprised me by suddenly taking meinto
his arms and kissing me again. This time it made me very dizzy,since
I was standing up. I never had that happen to me before. When we
finally got back to his place, he put some European gothic musicon
and lit candles and incense. We continued kissing and cuddling.It
could have went on forever. He sat up and changed his position a
little. That's when I got a good look at his face. His crystalblue
eyes were unnaturally bright and his teeth glowed for the firsttime
tonight. At that moment, everything made sense! I sat boltupright and
probed into his mouth with my hand. His teeth looked very long. I
stammered, "Your aaa vvvvvampire!"
He just laughed and said, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."But I felt that
I knew the truth. I was very frightened, so that was the end ofthe
date. I told him to call me again, because I am just shaken upnow and
will probably be fine later. I was shaking as I walked back to mycar.
I thought about it during the ride home and decided to talk to my
friends about it.
The next day, I went to school and franticly searched for eitherof
the two friends. My closer one was absent that day. The other onewas
going on a school trip with me that day. It was going to be a twohour
ride. (Although she was quiet about her vampire beliefs, we didtalk a
lot about other things. She understands me.) As soon as I sawher, she
could tell what I was going to ask her. We talked all the waythere
about it. She told me that she is one also and explained a lotabout
vampires to me. Many things that she told me matched up with howhe
acted. At the end of the day, I was convinced to see him again. Ifelt
bad for the way I acted and was afraid that he would never callme
again.
I was wrong. Sam called me at work just when I was sitting downto
have a break. It was perfect timing. I apologized for the stupidway I
acted, and he said that it was alright. We arranged anothermeeting
for a couple days later.
When I reached his house for the second time, he was outsidewaiting,
again. Sam was still jumping around my questions about what hereally
is. Finally, he admitted that he was a vampire. He told me thathe is
only revealing this to me because I figured it out for myself. Iasked
him how old he really is, but he refused to answer that. He didsay
some things in what he said was Samaritan. He hinted that he wasa
child of the milennia. Sam told me a lot of interesting thingsnow.
Stories from his past. He even claimed to have a picture ofhimself
hanging in Ellis Island. There is really so much more, but Ithink I
made my point.
We spent so much time close together like this. He showed suchsadness
as he recounted the past. Sorrow over the loss of loves,children,
friends, etc. He told me that he is now uncapable of lovingbecause he
has been hurt too many times. I felt so sad for him, and I beganto
cry. He looked at me sadly and said that he can no longer cry nor
feel. This hurt badly because I fell in love with him. It just
happened, and still, to this day, I love him with all of my heart.He
looked into my eyes and said that I am so beautiful and yet mysoul is
even more so. We kissed some more and he got very close to myneck. I
was a little nervous, but I trusted him somehow.
The next time that I saw him, he was a little more agressive. Helaid
down on top of me and started kissing me very intensely. He usedhis
teeth and he was sucking on the skin on my neck. Although, I was
afraid he was going to bite me, I didn't want him to stop. Thenight
passed like before. On my drive home, I noticed that he had givenme a
hickey. I was annoyed because before he had said that he nevergives
hickeys.
When I told him about the hickey, he acted surprised. He began toback
off from me. From what my friend told me, I think I know why hedid
that. I think that he lost control of his desires and almostdrank my
blood. Now, he is afraid that it will go too far. He seems rather
reluctant to bring me into his world of darkness and despair. Welost
contact for a while.
It was impossible for me to stop thinking about him. Whenever Ido
think about him, I begin to cry over his loneliness. I want tobecome
like him and keep him company for eternity. I feel the craving tolet
him drink some of my blood and I would like to taste his. Thedesire
is unbearable. (And sometimes I feel a slight tingle where hegave me
that hickey, even though it has long since disappeared.)
I have regained contact with him, but I am away at college andcannot
see him. We do write each other. This semester I'm taking Latinand at
the end of some of the letters, I write a message in Latin. Hecan
understand it. He knows how I feel, but he doesn't want to curseme. I
understand his point, but now that I know about it, I can't help
wanting it.
Well, that's most of the story. There is so much more I could say
about him, but it could go on for a long time. (not forever) Itis so
hard to learn that something believed to be a fairy tale isactually
true. I know that vampires do exist. However, they are not allevil.
Sam has the most beautiful soul in the world. I feel it in meevery
time he looks at me with those magical eyes.