Nosuë: The Wandering Vampire

The life of a vampire is not simple.

Some believe we are like exotic kings, sitting on our unreachable thrones with harems of humans at our bloody disposal. These almost godlike vampires are sensual, powerful and terrifying at the same time.

To others, we are bloodthirsty beasts, animals that only crave for more hunting, more blood, more death and pain. These creatures are terrible, horrifying, they fill the dreams of children with nightmares and are the fear of the most gullible.

They fear us, they hate us, they desire us. Human passions are many, and we arouse them all.

Living among you is complicated. If you see us, you fear us, if you do not see us, you desire to do so. Just look at your literature, so full of myths that go from evil incarnate to the most burning passion. Angels, vampires, demons and ghosts, all that you sometimes fear, you also sometimes love.

I am one of those idols that awaken your feelings… contradictory ones.

I am a vampire. I have seen fear in the eyes of my victims, panic in those who have really looked at me, hatred in those who have chased me… but also the admiration, desire and deep longing of those who see in us something more than fangs: longevity, strength, sharp senses, incredible speed, the ability to walk on walls as if gravity was nothing.

I am the vampire which lives in those dreams, in an ostentatious mansion with a herd of humans at my disposal.

But I have also been, I have had to be, the vampire of nightmares, the one who slips into the shadows of the darkest nights and tracks a prey, hunts it down until it falls under the yoke of my fangs.

I have been the wandering soul of a lonely vampire, without origin or destination.

How long has it been since I stopped hunting my prey, letting them come to me?

It was after I lost everything, lost my home, my family, my sire… When the hunters came and took her from me. And they call us beasts. They don’t understand, they don’t want to see that vampires also cry, feel, love and suffer.

I was left helpless and alone… but able to survive.

I did. As a nomad, as a wanderer, as an animal, I travelled, hunted and survived, watching as time passed and thriving farms turned into smouldering industries. Evolution, the humans said, wealth and power.

I wonder where the beauty is.

I wondered then too, before everything changed again, slipping through the less busy streets, my head bowed and my long hair shadowing my face, my red, unusual eyes looking for a new prey to feed on.

And in those alleys it was not hard to come by one.

So… Tell us, what do you think about vampires?

Are they the stuff of nightmares, or of dreams?

Are they seductive, or horrendous?

Are you with Dracula, Lestat, or maybe the Cullens?

Let’s see how this unfolds.