More about "Friends"

The next evening, my "friends" came by, socialized, then moved on. I think they figured it out. I can't 'hang out' with non-vamps. My master and I enjoy the company (for awhile) with vampires, but I tire of them.

I fed last night. Long and hard. I am so excited, 10 days until our annual blood shedding. Each year, once a year (I wish it was more often), my master and I celebrate our joining-our blood bond with a ceremony. I can't tell you what is involved, I shouldn't even mention that we do this. It is just between the two of us, and NO ONE else is involved, NO ONE else bleeds. This is purely a mingling of two vampires into one force.

Friends with Non Vampires...(suck on a snack before you do out)

I rarely become close to non vampires. They are....food. I know some like to "charm," even use their weaknesses for their gain, but cosmicly speaking, I see no grand benefit. Take last night, I was out with a combo of old "friends," and newly aquired "friends" and the overwhelming lifeforce was too much to bare. I came home completely ravenous. I see them all tonight, and quite frankly, I am dreading it. I know that my attempt to "blend in"....or as some call, "main stream", was, at first, fine but as I became full and comfortable (feeding on donors), I continued to feed and my drunk vampire attitude shocked and scared several. I am embarrassed that I let myself go that far, usually I have my master to monitor my actions, but he was distracted. Now that I think about it....is tonight a trap? Are these "friends" nothing more than vampire hunters in disguse? The older ones probably not, the newer ones might be... last night my master did finally noticed my over endulgence and took me home. He then drained me, brought me back to a more manageable level. Although even this morning, I am still feeling them corsing through me.

I hunger.My master hasn’t let me feed. Down deep in my soul I hunger. When I hunger like this, the ancient language that runs in my thought process (I think in that language a lot) spills into my communication. Last night we were at a local store, and that point, I didn’t even care about shopping and when I opened my mouth to speak, that language was all I could speak. I stopped, regrouped, and tried again. That language, came out, then guttural sounds. Master smiled. He knows how I hunger; he is trying me, teaching me to deal with that deep ancient hunger. But all I can think about is when, oh, when will I get to feed. And heaven help who ever my master lets me feed on. I know he hungers as well. But he can control himself. Nothing short of his blood can supply me with enough energy now. I must center myself; protect myself. Even now, that language is overwhelming me, screaming in my head, my entire being reverberates with it. I feel dizzy with hunger. Maybe tonight when we go to darts he will let me feed on some of my friends (dirty, I know, but at this point, I don’t care.) Control that is my biggest enemy. I struggle with it. Well, struggle is not a strong enough word. Oh, I wish someone could hear what I hear. I must stop now….oh if only I could put this hunger, this language, aside.

Purpose of This Blog

I am not role playing, I am not trying draw attention to myself, I simply need a safe place to vent. Real, enlightened vampires, need to be able to pour out the magnified (even extreme) thoughts, feelings, desires, cravings. Only other vampires who are going through the same can understand these overwhelming, overpowering emotions.

Slayers are NOT welcome. You are idoits! Your hatred for us is uncalled for. True vampires mean you no perminate harm. And if you don't want to be drawn from, let us know. We desire willing sources. The energy is more pure and the high, more powerful.