Era's come era's go, fad's, gimmicks, styles. Nothing is infinite. Nothing but I. Women come women go. Mates are made and broken all too soon all too frequently. Meals are but a distraction in my life; I no longer enjoy them. Homes built and destroyed, passports changed repeatedly, greencards, hassels. Europe, though beautiful, bored me. I gave it chances oh so many times, but politics have forced me to leave. Trouble and turmoil haunt this world like my life.
Hundres and hundres of years all too long for this torment. And all too many times I have contemplated ending it all but I can never raise the blade or watch the dawn. Alcohol doesn't thrill me at all and I get no kicks from cocain.
My only other unexplored territory is the day. My neighbor's daughter; I ask her to film her backyard so I can hear the birds and see the wind blowing through the trees.
But all that was upset by a tradegy! September 11, 2001…the day the twin towers in new york city collapsed. I hd only whitnessed atrocities like this a million times!! And every time I do the same thing; I go aid the needing. I cannot help but respect those that keep me alive! It is a mutual bond we vampires must have! If they maintain my life I must maintain theirs! How in ANYONE'S right mind can they needlessly spill SO much blood???!! I cry for these tragedies, my tears a tint with blood.
When I had approached Ground Zero I was MANY miles away when it hit me like a brick wall! The dead! The COUNTLESS DEAD! Their troubled, terrorfied souls!! I withdrew from the breaking point to recover my wits, and slowly continued foreward. From where I was I saw a billowing pillar od smoke.
I can tell you that Vlad Dracula NEVER wants these actions to EVER happen, and et they do. I once craved destruction such as this, but age has taught me to value the land and the living.
Even though the 1900's fascinated me in America WHY on earth styles changed SO rapidly! Disco, I can say, was NOT my style. I was embarrassed to go out, for I would laugh at their clothing, hairstyles and music. Even their lingo was odd! Elvis was one of my favorite singers, singing of love. I never missed a concert. Spike Jones cracked me up till no end! Those were happy times.
I wanted to try something new so I lived on thestreets as the homless, but this was unacceptable, regardless of the freedom; there were cages still. Living in a box lasted no more than a year until I decided to live off welfare and be a couch potato as Americans call being lazy. I slept through the day in a ramshackle apartment and at dusk would venture downstairs to the common room clad in boxers and an undershirt, a common dress code for this life. The other destitute would be watching jeopardy and I would sit and read the minds of those on the show and call out the answers. Everyone was surprised that a slob knew so much. They had no idea.
A year like that and I disappeared back to home in the Carpathian mountins. I felt comforted by the old smells and I knew that this would forever be my home. However it was lonely up there and I dared not fetch a companion in the old country, so back to America I went after another year.
This time I posed as a wealthy business man and attempted to live the life an American would. I was no Batman or Bruce Wane. I wanted to be more like the movie type of rich business man and I led a life with a snobby, miserable wife and a derelict son. It was like the old days and I was happy.
But then my son Derek came in, one day from high school, looking dredfully dead. Or should I say undead? His jeans were ripped and patched and drawn on. he wore leather and chains and his dark hair was in shambles. I walked over to him as he landed hard on the expensive couch and sat with him. He gave me a look of disproval, thinking I disapproved of his dress style. Quite the contrary, I asked him if this was a new style in school. Defensively he answered me, but I wanted to know all about this dark lifestyle. It appealed to me and called out to me to be a rebble again.
Derek was shocked that I not only approved that I wanted to join him. But willing to open up his life to me, as his step-father, he took my up to his room and we discussed it all out of earshot of his mother.
Child like, we gave me a makeover and I approved of the style. Then it was time to tend to my hair, which I kept parted to one side; I hated that, but it was American and I wanted to fit in. Derek took out a container of hair gel and he opened it for me. I took some and once again slicked back my hair. Derek staired at me in shock. "Dad! You…you look like..."
"Who?"
he simply took opened his closet door and there on the back was a poster of a movie Dracula. I emediately realized how much I appreciated this boy. He and I had a little bit in common. I sat him down, arm around his shoulders, fatherly like and I told him "That is because I AM Vlad Dracula."
"The REAL ONE??!!"
"Yes"
he hugged me and I warmly hugged him back. "But you mustn't tell anyone, Derek. Please, for our safety,"
"I'm not an idiot! Course I wont!"
"Thank you"
"How old are you?! Really!"
"I…don't remember…"
"Aw come on! an estimate? What was the first date you remember?"
I was thinking when his mother called for us. We went to her, but I had forgotten that I was still wearing my makeover costume. When she saw me she yelled at me, for there in the kitchen were Derek's punk friends. I looked like any one of them. Derek introduced me and they were astounded that their friends wealthy father was like them. My wife stopmed upstairs to fetch her car keys. She came back downwith her purse.
"Where are you going, sweet?"
"Away from YOU!! And you can HAVE that hussy of a secretary!!"
"Charlene, I don't sleep with my secretary!"
"Like you would admit it!! I heard the phone message!! Don't think I'm nieve enough to not understand that you neck with her!!"
it was true though, only it wasn't kisses I was doing to my secretary. I used her as a bloodbank. I didn't fight it. With that obnoxious bitch gone I and my son and his friends could have the run of the house!
So heavy metal, goth, death metal, that is my life currently. Yes. Vlad Dracula a goth. Get used to it. There is a large population of men and women into the dark ways and vampires. I am glad that the world accepts my kind now, at least in America. When I go to meetings they are terribly fascinated with my physical form, for some odd reason.
So it was to be and it became the Vangle's club house, I the leader of my new kingdome! It was glorious whilst it lasted! I changed the loyal subjects into my children, including my son Derek. We would sleep all day and wake at night and I cared for them like the father I was. But one can not have too many children; the risk of being found would be greater, so when it was time to feed, I directed them to different locations, different cities and that is where they would feed. I had taught them how to mask their trail and how to heal their prey so rumors of vampires would not reach outside our circle.
One evening either someone forgot to do as I said, got caught or we were scapegoats, regardless, SWAT teams moved in and snatched everyone they could. We were not armed and we did not fight back, but they roughly captured us and treated us badly. Throwing us in cells, keeping me from Derek, we reached out across the way, but never made contact.
I know what you're thinking. Why did we not disappear into smoke and flee. My answer is simple with complex thinking. If we weren't caught then they would hunt us down until we wre imprisioned. I can tell you htat I hate being scared and persued and unsafe.
I, the leader, was brought before a court where they tried me for murders and gang rapes. Everyday I read my follower's minds to assure myself and others that no one ever did anything I did not say to do. There was not a person in my family that did such things.
I kept my composure and assured myself that I would get out of this the American way. And if that didn't work, then vampires we would act as to escape. I pled innocent and a long debate followed a year and half. My patients was wearing very thin.
At last the climax came and my ex-wife came to testify against me. she told the court of the day she left me, hoe she over heard, through the vents that I am a vampire. I knew then that it was SHE who set us up! SHE killed that family my children and I were being held for and SHE was free! I contained my anger, and tried my best to have proper court edicate, but when it was shone that one of my daughters on a film went to kill a girl on the streets, I saw it then, with my vampiric abilities that it wasn't MY child that did that! it was my wife in her clothing!
"What did you DO with her Charlene!!??" I yelled, jumping to me feet.
"Order! Sit down mr. Bently!!"
"Sir, this woman on this tape is NOT a member of my family!! It is a wolf in sheep's clothing!!"
"Sir Down mr. Bently or I'll have to tied to your seat!"
I obeyed, reluctantly, a tug at my sleeve from my lawyer. I whispered to him what it was on that tape; proof that Charlene did it! So it was, she was imprisioned and my famly and I were set free. I snuck them back home to the castel Dracula.
Here I taught them how to move at great distances to get to feedig grounds, for the area around the Black Sea was far too dangerous.