Vampires are real just as the birds, fish, and humans are real.
Vampires are not born from the bowels of Hell. They were put here, with a purpose, when God put all other creatures.
There are two strains of original Vampires… those that have been touched by God and those that have been corrupted by the race he chose to make in his image. Human beings have a quirky way of corrupting most things around them; nature, weather, each other, animals, and plant life.
To preserve life, the longer-living ones that aren’t tainted by human bondage have gone into hiding. You’ll never find them.
The strange killings in Mexico and South Central America are not the workings of a strange animal but of unchecked, unbridled killing by those vampires that are enslaved by the human race… or, to be more poignant, by the top 1% of the human race.
It really is a shame, when you come to think of it, that we waste so much energy on fear when if we could only accept and understand we would be so much better as a society. Some call vampires monsters… I call them brother.
When I was young, I was very sick, and contracted skin cancer on my left bicep. As I grew into the tween years, I had several surgeries that left me cancer free but hampered by growth and development. One night I remember waking up in a cold sweat and felt my heart beating out of my chest and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I tried to scream out, but it was like my lungs wouldn’t let me get enough air to produce anything resembling a normal voice.
I fell unconscious and when I woke up I felt normal, still sick, but normal. Over the next few weeks I started to gain strength like I’ve never known. I ran the mile at school (the first time I ever tried to do anything like that) and I did it in 7 minutes, which for me was a miracle. My grades went through the roof, I could focus better, I was stronger.
For reasons that I won’t get into here, I tried to kill myself by slicing my veins on my left arm. I cut deep but the very moment I did it, I felt like an electric pulse flow through me and the blood eventually stopped. I changed my mind (as people do) and went to the hospital. The doctor sewed up what was left of the wound and I went on my way. The skin grew so fast over the stitches that when I went to have them taken out, he had to dig my skin out to get at them.
There were woods near my house that I would frequent in and I found myself becoming for attuned to the smells, sights, feelings of the forest. I felt a surge of adrenaline mixed with a sense of fury, closely checked, every time I smelled something unfamiliar.
I’ll spare the details, but I tried to sample my own blood (an old habit from when I was very young) and I threw it up immediately. It touched my tongue and the taste was wrong, immediately. I was going out with someone and she was adventurous and let me have a taste and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The feeling it gave me was like feeling something hot and cold flowing through every vein in your body, relaxing and energizing you at the same time.
I’ll admit that I’m still confused at what I am, but I can’t stand strong herbal smells… from garlic to onions and I get extreme migraines when I venture out into the sun for any length of time unless I am wearing a hat, sun glasses, and super sun block. At night, I feel alive and my eyes adjust better to the dim light of the moon than anything else.
Sent in by Sako, Copyright 2010