Conversation with a Sanguine Vampire
I met her in the astral through one of my contacts.
“Lady M?” I ask as I walk into her office. She has long, black hair and pale skin. She wears a red sleeveless dress with a fur coat down at her elbows. Long red gloves run up her arms as she folds them and looks at me disdainfully. “What misfortune circumstance has led to you showing up here?”
“I have come to ask you about your race,” I explain as I sit down in the chair in front of her desk.
“My race? Don’t you have anything better to do?” she jabs.
“No,” i reply.
She takes the seat on the opposite side of the desk. “Very well, creatin, ask your questions.”
“So since you drink blood, how does that work?” I ask.
“What do you mean ‘how does that work’? Some people have a herd of humans that they drink from. Make them into slaves or servants. Others have willing people that they feed from. Their relationship is usually sexual in nature but I suppose there are just friendships too,” she explains.
“What about you?”
She stands up and grabs a wine glass that’s full with blood. She walks over and sets her other hand on the back of my chair, staring at me with her intense dark eyes. “Well me? I don’t ask where mine comes from. As long as it’s good,” she drinks from the glass, drops of blood running down the sides of her mouth. “Try it,” she says as she practically smushes the glass on my mouth.
“No thank you,” I mutter.
She swirls the glass around with a playful smile, “Oh but it’s goooood. A good type of blood.”
“Does the blood type matter?” I inquire as she walks back to her chair.
“Some will say yes, some will say no. I can tell from here that yours is no good. Not to me.”
“I don’t know my type,” I comment.
She frowns, “Well that’s unfortunate. You should know before you offer your blood to any vampire. Some might get really offended if you offer them a type that they don’t like. Some are even allergic to certain types!”
“No, they’re just dramatic,” she chuckles.
“How would someone even meet a vampire?” I ask.
Her voice gets very soft and intense as she leans over the desk signalling me to lean in close as well, “On the night of a full moon you must perform a dark ritual. It includes the sacrifice of two babies, a dog, a cat, a horse, an elephant, and a giraffe. Once you perform the sacrifices you must utter these words, and I want to be very clear, these words are not for human ears. In fact they’re so dangerous you can die from hearing them. Are you ready?”
She moves her head to my ear and says in a very slow whisper, “Suck a dick”.
She reels back in laughter, laughing so hard that she almost falls out of her chair. “You should see your face!!!” she tries to drink of her blood but all her chuckling and shaking causes it to just spill everywhere. I conjure up a towel and begin sopping up all the blood, trying to prevent it from ruining her documents. She just grabs one of my arms to steady herself as she gets the last of the giggles out.
“Oh I haven’t felt this alive since I died!” she muses as I return back to my seat.
“Speaking of that, how are vampires made?” I inquire.
“When a human is bitten, they have the possibility to become a vampire. Usually it involves the human dying in some way. Cause you know, we’re dead, technically,” she puts her arms up like a zombie, “The living dead!!”
“So, for real now, how would a human meet a vampire?”
“Well there’s vampires all around you. Your mom is probably one. I kid, I kid,” she says with a brush of her hand, “You can give offerings to us. We like fancy things cause we’re fancy people. Well I guess it depends on when whomever was made a vampire. Some vampires love video games.”
I raise one eyebrow, “As in you?”
She looks down sheepishly, “Yes.” Looking back up she says, “But that’s not all! You can find us in the night. We’re not exactly vulnerable to the sun but we still don’t like it. I mean we are technically walking corpses and you know how well corpses do in the sun.”
“What about Christian imagery? Does that hurt you guys?” I ask.
“Pfft, a bunch of vampires are Christian themselves. What you were in the past [I believe she means past as in before becoming a vamp] you are usually in the present.
“So do you have the whole “society” thing that’s frequently seen in human media?”
“I guess but it just depends on where you are. Like here, I am part of this society with you. You are not a vampire yet we have sort of the similar relationship that we would if we were in a “vampire society”. I am also a part of one though. But the politics, ugh, I already get enough of it here.”
“Why do you even have the politics?” I wonder.
“Because we’re too human. We have the same flaws as them because we were them. One hundred thousand years can’t make you a better person, you know? In fact it makes you worse. There’s a reason why humans were not made to live forever.”
“Well on that depressing note, I believe it is time for me to take my leave,” I announce. We exchange some goodbyes where she tells me that she wants me to come back, not because she likes me but because she wants to mess with me some more and I leave the office.