June 1, 1929
New York
“This story is true.”
Those are the words Bram Stoker used when he presented his story called Dracula.
Strigoi, strega, demons, servants of Satan, owners of the night. Vampyre. They are real. Having just attended a screening for the silent picture Nosferatu, from Germany, I feel compelled to document my own knowledge on the subject.
I have always felt a connection to the vampyre. Do they bear the weight of the eternal curse or do they revel in the dark gift? It is all things and one. A solitary existence. How does it feel to outlive family, friends, lovers? To see empires rise and fall? To live forever.
I write today, in part, to record my gripe with the public’s knowledge of the vampyre. They are not so easy to kill. We read tales in dime novels of vampyres dying from the sun, from fire or from men piercing their hearts with a wooden stake or removing the head. It is dangerous to assume that a group of mortal men have any chance against a vampyre, let alone a coven. This Nosferatu turns into a pile of ashes when the sun rises on his face. This is madness! Every vampyre instinctively knows to avoid the sun and when to retreat to a box of native soil.
The vampyre has sight greater than the eagle and the owl, strength greater than twenty grizzly bears, speed greater than the cheetah and hearing that can pinpoint a single heartbeat in a crowd from a mile away. They can read minds and communicate telepathically with one another across oceans. They can seduce humans to become their thralls! Some even possess the gift of the cloud, to levitate. As wolves are to sheep, vampyres are to humans a hundredfold. It is folly to think one can catch a vampyre unawares.
How do I know this? You may be wondering. Not only have I read all publicly available materials on the subject, I have in my possession the memoir of an old world vampyre. My profession grants me access to many rare documents, trinkets, baubles and jewelry and that is all I will say on the matter.
I have read The Tale of The Vampyre Elise as written in her own hand in the year 1833 in Bordeaux. Elise was born 1541 to tenant farmers in the French countryside. Her life ended at the age of 19, when a vampyre plagued her humble village. One thing Nosferatu got right is that the vampyre can easily and often devour entire communities under the guise of some new contagious affliction. Plague is the perfect cover for such bloodlust. At the sight of Elise, however, the vampyre who sucked the life from her mother and father was raptured by her beauty and decided to turn Elise into his own kind.
My purpose today is not to tell the story of Elise and the centuries she spent alone, cast aside by her master, forced to hunt in the darkness to satisfy her insatiable desire to drink the blood of life. No, my purpose is to proclaim my desire to become one of them. In reading her memoir, I have fallen in love with Elise. I want nothing more than to become immortal and share an eternity that in her arms would feel like the blink of an eye. I write these words in my diary, that I will share with no one, in hopes that Elise may one day feel the chords of my constant pining and requite my love. Come to me, my dear.
Yours forever,
Walter
June 6, 1929
New York
Master is calling. She hears my words. -W
October 10, 2024
New York
Hello World. I just found my old journal. Funny to see my writing from back then. I was such a simp.
I guess I’ll write what I’ve been up to since then. As I suspected, the vampire lifestyle suits me well. I like being nocturnal. I like not aging. My skin is fucking flawless. I can use illusion magic to fuck with people I don’t like. I was always kind of a lonely guy, but now I have an excuse and I love it. Elise abandoned me just like her master did to her but I don’t care because I’m a fucking vampire mother fuckers. I drink the blood of a human every single night bitches. I’m an apex predator. Once I’m full, I go home and play video games on my PC. I am so addicted to this game Satisfactory right now. I’ve already launched the last phase of the Space Elevator and now I’m just trying to make a really cool factory and hunt for all of the achievements on Steam. You know I like a good hunt.
Later,
Walt
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