The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Once upon a time in the years of the forth millennium (3172) a rat walked the long dead surface of the earth. The humans no longer lived on the hard ground. They had had mind great enough to create a world of their own far, far above their old home.



The only things left to live on this giant graveyard was the rats, the bugs and the viruses. And of course, the old and poor humans that had been banished from the land above.



The name of the rat that walked around in its endless search for food was T.R.W.A.T. It is short of ‘the rat without a tail.’ Now T.R.W.A.T. walked around and soon found an odour of rotten flesh in the dusty air. T.R.W.A.T.’s little rat-heart took a little jump of joy at the thought that maybe he would survive a day more or two.



He started to run as fast as his skinny little legs could carry him against the smell of survival. It took him five minutes to find what he was looking for. The dead and rotten body of a male human cook who probable had had some bad luck and stumbled on something and fallen down from the city fences and down to this graveyard.



Before he had died, this place that once had been his home had been worth nothing to him, It had been a huge monument of history, a huge dead place which was not worth of remembrance. And now, now this graveyard was his own graveyard. Wonder what his god would think of him now?



T.R.W.A.T. started to sniff around on the carcass to find the best place to start eating. The cook had been lying there for a time and was not exactly fresh. T.R.W.A.T. soon found that the left toes were not just as rotten as the right ones. He was just about to take a bite of it when he smelled something sweet. The whole rats body went stiff from excitement and wonder. Never in his life had he smelled something so sweet.



He left the toes to keep on rotten and left to check it out. The sweet smell was coming from a chocolate cake that was lying three feet from the carcass. T.R.W.A.T walked slowly to it, not really sure if it was eatable or if it was alive and dangerous.



He put his little paws on the cold surface of the chocolate and checked it out. Then he decided to be brave and took a bite of it. And it was the best tasting thing he had ever had had. So he took another bite, and another, and another.



He lived on the chocolate for about three days. Then he died, of gas I suppose. With the last breath of his tiny life he peeped on his little mouse language,

-’this is the happiest day of my life.’ Then he ended, and so does this story.