I wonder if people will be able to accept a vampire who is also a spiritualist?

I remember back in the 21st century I used to play this card game called Magic The Gathering. My favorite card was the Vampire Shaman. I had a good laugh at that once I realized I’m a vampire.

The term Shaman originally meant “One who knows.” With my natural born abilities I often seemed to know what was going on behind the masks of all around me.

I knew the sickness they carried without ever having to speak of it. I could see it their souls every time I looked into their eyes or connected with them over a phone or a computer.

The ones who were shocked the most, were the cowards who hid their appearance on the internet thinking it would keep any from being able to read them or get in their heads and fuck with them. Immature scared children pretending to be adults.

The ones I that I actually enjoyed fucking around with were the demon possessed.

The ones who had managed to give themselves over to another entity and allowed that entity to change their name.

The subtlety of possession is nothing like the movies of the days of old or any of the books on the subject. Most people wouldn’t recognize someone as being demon possessed even if the demon straight told them they had stolen the body.

I can feed on demons as well as ghosts and other energetic beings. The demons and ghosts I devour and it is as if they never existed. I tried it with a few angels who pissed me off and I can devour them too.

Fuck, I am a scary son of a bitch. I have my upside too.

With my natural gifts as a soul sucking vampire, I can accelerate healing within one rather easily if they are actually working at healing themselves. Those who are not I tend to accelerate their deterioration towards their final healing that most call death. I don’t cause their death, I only help it along.

I felt guilty about that for around a century and then I realized I was reducing their suffering and the suffering they were spreading.

The upside of things Solomon or they will definitely never stop being afraid.

The feeding I do comes with a return system that actually leaves the food feeling better than they did before the feeding.

I take what I need and clean it up and amplify what I turn it into and give them back more than I took while having my hunger satiated for a bit. I have found those who are decent people who work at being healed and whole beings find my presence to be energizing, while those who live their sickness find my presence to be draining.

I tend to turn the tables on those who think they can feed like I do. I take what they took from others right out of them and give those fed upon a good boost of my magic, while leaving the feeder drained out and depressed or full of rage.

An energy vamp by behavior is no match match for an actual soul sucking vampire.

I still wonder why the Earth caused an evolutionary hiccup to allow a being like me to be born. Truth is among the vampires like me, none of us knows our true origins. There were no stories handed down over the generations to let us know where we came from and why we exist as we do.

There’s plenty of fucking mythology about us, and all of it wrong.

Did we come from another world or we were born of this one?

A question I have no answer for, however I like to think we were born of this world. We are simply an off shoot species of humans. Homo Vampirus or something along those lines.

Those of my kind I do have contact with are totally against me writing this book and revealing ourselves to the world. I understand their fear and in some ways share it.

In doing this I make myself the face of the soul sucking vampire nation so to speak. This is something I accept though I’m not all that happy about it. It takes away any anonymity I have.

It paints a target right on my forehead.

I can just see some fucking idiot thinking they are going to drive a stake in my heart. Funny enough, that wouldn’t kill me.

In fact they would never even get close enough to do it. The last time someone came at me with violence on the brain they got stuck. It was as if they were paused and I had all day to walk around them and assess the situation.

Since then anytime I feel a violent intent aimed at me, I simply reach out and redirect the poor stupid soul who thinks fucking with me is a good idea. I often wipe their minds of any memory of me and leave them a drooling puddle of goo for a few days. When they recover, the mere mention of my name sends them back into a catatonic state and I speak through them.

How in the blue holy hell do I tell the world about this without scaring them to pieces?

I have to ask myself again, is humanity ready to know of our existence, and what happens if they’re not?

As much as I can tell tales about what a good guy I am, my abilities are bound to terrify the small minds with the loudest voices.

Why do I exist like this?

Why do I seek to be accepted for what I am?

I’ve hidden it for over 500 years, so why do I feel compelled to be so public about the nature of the being I am?

I think I’m going to leave these questions alone for now and go back to my love life.

How many times have I been married?

There have been 8 women who have gotten me to take vows and exchange rings.

I thought the first one would be the only one.

Back in those days I thought drinking enough to kill someone nightly was fun.

I was wrong on both counts and the latter is what destroyed the former.

Priscilla was one in a million, and I totally fucked that marriage up.

I think it’s time I dreamed that life again so I get the details right.