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Finding My Long, Long, Long Lost Family – A Vampire’s Tale
Life is good, especially if you are a two-thousand year old vampire. One mightthink that after a while you would get bored, but I think the only vampires that get boredare boring people to begin with. Don’t believe all the tripe that has been printed aboutvampires either, it is mostly incorrect.
“Dracula”
was the biggest joke of them all. Ishould know since I helped write the damn book. I was going for simple misdirectionand had no idea of the trouble it would later cause me and my brethren.First allow me correct a few myths I helped perpetuate. Does the sunlight hurtus? Absolutely it does, but only for about the first three to four hundred years. After that,we are pretty indestructible. We do eat food in addition to blood (yes that part is true),we can have children with mortal women (I have spawned literally hundreds, which wewill come back to in a few minutes), and garlic and crosses (I am
 so
sorry about thoselies) have no effect whatsoever on us, well, except for the smell since vampires do haveextra sensitive snouts.We are practically immortal, demi-God like you could say. If you think I amgoing to tell you what will kill us you are delusional. Why would I do that? I don’t havea death wish and no we aren’t “dead” nor do we have an
allergy
that has made us how weare. I didn’t start that particular rumor, don’t blame me.We appear just as we did before we were converted. Some of us, mostly theyounger Anne Rice set, have pale skin but that is by choice only. I’m still considered tall by today’s standards, but in Germania I towered over most of my contemporaries. Myeyes have been compared to the snow on a glacier – silvery blue and lifeless. I’ve been1
 
told I have the hands of a pianist, by Wolfgang no less, and my hair is as tawny as a lion.I have oft wondered if my appearance was a contributing factor to why I was chosen. Mysponsor (notice I did NOT say master) would never tell me what qualifications I met andI am not old enough yet to sit on the Board and find out. A couple more millennia and Ican apply for a seat. They are very hard to come by since the member has to die or dosomething horrendously stupid, like write a book, to get kicked off. I have nothing toworry about, since I am writing in Latin and I never plan on showing this to anyone.Unless they kill me, then it will go straight to my professor friend at Cambridge.I met David Lewis at Harvard just about six years ago. Harvard is one of thosewonderfully stuffy places, full of people with nasally accents and snobbish dispositions.I walked across the lawn right before lunch, smelling the ripe scent of the spring soil thatwas doing battle with the imbedded frost. Spring always breaks through, but the insanefrost is a fierce competitor who believes
this
time it will win.I stood in front of the Wadsworth House marveling at how little it had changed. Istood lost in the past, with my hands clasped behind my back while rocking back andforth on my heels.“Excuse me, I believe you are in my spot.” I turned and looked at an older manwearing a tweed jacket and brown suit pants. He had a beard and mustache, mostly gray,and his dark, unkempt hair was shot with silver.“I was assigned the Tuesday, twelve o’clock vigil, you must not have seen theupdated schedule.” I crossed my arms over my chest which stretched the shoulders of mythin sweater almost to the ripping point.2
 
“That must be it then, I’m consistently getting my days mixed up. Good thing Ihave tenure or I might be worried about keeping my job. Are you a student here? I don’tremember seeing you around.”“No, my great-great-great-great grandfather attended way back in the lateseventeen hundreds but this is my first visit. I’m a disappointment to my family I’mafraid, no college degree at all. Don’t tell anyone, they might not let me back in thegates.”“I know plenty of people with degrees I’d like to lock the gates against. I’mDavid Lewis, I teach history here.”“I am Hermann Arminius, it’s a pleasure.”“Are you really? Are you an antecedent of the German princes then?”“You did say history professor, didn’t you? No I am afraid I am not related to the princes. My mother had a quirky sense of humor and wanted my name to stand out.” Ok,that is a lie, sort of. I guess if one can be related to himself, it’s a lie. Look it up if you’reinterested, I refuse to go into it.“Oh well, I’m an amateur genealogist as well as a historian. They really go footand foot you might say. The farther back you travel the more history you will reveal. Itwas a pleasure meeting you, but I have to walk quickly to my next class. At my age, Idon’t run anywhere. I hope to see you on your next vigil.”“I’ll be here and there, I’m staying in Cambridge for a couple of months.” Never  being one who believed in coincidence, I decided to capitalize on it. “David, I waswondering would you mind having dinner with me. I’m trying to research my owngenealogy, and you might be just the person I had hoped to meet.”3
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greeneliz

preatty good story line update an notice me i want to read the continuation

reply06 / 07 / 2010
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