Well, when i first found the website
and you
invited me to chat
I thought it was a vampire
interest group -
like chatting about vampire
cults,
films, fiction, etc...
It was a little shocking to discover there were those
in LV who truly claimed to be vampires.
As immortality and exploration of the occult is
one
of my many fascinations,
I immediately had no trouble considering the
possibility of vampires existing.
That they would wish to start a chat forum
was somewhat amusing and would have caused me to
become suspicious of their claims.
However, i soon realized that the people spoke
in earnest,
that my misgivings were based on fairy tale folklore,
and if a vampire wished to remain anonymous,
internet could provide such a path.
When the discussion came around to the MV
or mortal vampire,
I was again on the edge of
discounting the claims.
The theory was plausible,
but the romantic notion of a vampire
would have
to be changed entirely to account
for such woeful beings as MVs must be.
For who else could have such a miserable existence?
MVs must feed of the blood when hunger strikes them,
immediately placing them as outcasts,
but they gain no powers of the mysterious immortal
vampires
to aid them in survival.
Soon, an MV must realize
they are not quite able
to belong to human society
and they would be
feared and hated
for a curse which is not
their's to control.
I feel pity for the MV and a desire to help,
though i must admit to a certain degree of curiosity
and morbid fascination.
The MV offers me an opportunity to find my dreams
in reality.
Though they can not offer me immortality,
nor help me in my quest for knowledge and
understanding of the supernatural,
MVs are one step closer than i have been all my life.
I would most willingly give of myself in
helping
to cure those who do not want the curse
in exchange for
stories, histories, comraderie.
I have no trouble believing in the existence
of the vampire,
whether she be mortal or immortal.
It is the understanding that requires intimate
interaction
and careful study.
I can believe in a God,
but until I can see the workings of such a creature
or meet It face to face,
I
will never understand God
and will never see the
need to worship It.
This is true of the MV as well.
Until I may meet someone,
to talk and to reveal secrets
- both mine and her's -
I can not offer understanding.
A brook flowed red into my sight,
tasting sweet against my lips.
A sigh of love rose in the night,
and bound was i to her.
No worse a curse than that
which is bourne
by the men and the women
who choose in scorn
to throw their lot in with
the haters.
Mankind's worst curse is
our own fetters.
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