The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Chapter One



"Nik, could you help me bring this into the kitchen?" My mother had asked. I picked up the plastic bag of groceries and walked down the path to bring them inside. The sun was gorgeous. It made the spring day joyful, with the birds singing, grass growing and trees sprouting bew shoots of leaves and flowers. I took a deep breath of the clean, fresh air and smile.



"What a beautiful day," I breathed. I did not want this day to end, it was so beautiful.



"Nik? I need that bag," Mom called out to me. I directed my attention to her and saw her standing just inside the front door.



Our house was a two-story cottage-style with a wrpa-around porch. Woods encircled us as if to keep things out. Or keep us in.



I walked into the house and went into the kitchen. I set the bag down and opened the fridge. I grabbed a can of Sprite and opened it. I took a long drink as if I was dying of thirst. Maybe I was.



"You know, you should drink more water," Mom commented. She put the rest of the food away and started on dinner.



"This has water in it," I remarked. She gave me an exasperated look and I laughed. She went back to making dinner and I watched her. It was just me and her living here. It has been that way all my life. We were close friends. I like that. I would not be here if it were not for her. Or my father.



They divorced three years ago, when I first started college. I had a choice to live with whimever I wanted. I chose to live with Dad since he was closer to the college. I would have stayed had it not been for Mom calling me at an ungodly hour of the night, asking for me to come home. So I did.



I was able to finish my bachelor's in Theoretical Science. I wanted to go further, but I had more pressing matters at hand.



I had also a minor in English so that I could write about new discoveries and have them published.



I took an administrative job so I could concentrate on my writing. It was more of a side job, though I worked full time. It is ver laid back, which helps me think.



"Do you want asparagus?" Mom asked, bringing me out of my reverie. I drank the last of the Sprite and tossed it in the recycling bin.



"Sounds great," I replied and gave Mom a kiss on the cheek.



"What are we having?" I added as I looked over her shoulder.



"You are having buttered asparagus with stir-fried veggies on a rice pilaf while I have an opened-faced Turkey sandwich," she answered.



I grimaced at the word turkey. She tries to support my being vegetarian. Little did I know that a craving for blood was to come my way.







Chapter Two



There is a woman at work. She is the same age as I, twenty-three. She has no idea how I long to find out what it feels like to be in her arms, the cause of her glorious laugh, to know more of her eccentrical mind, to have her astounding energy.



Her name was Sarah, and although she is manager in training, she is not a snob. Nor is she out for power. Sarah is the epitome of kindness. Her bewildering and generous personality has made me want to know if she is sweet all the way to her center. I believe I can win her heart; as well as her mind, body and soul. I just have to have enough courage. I would call myself handsome, and I feel she thinks the same way. We have been friends from the start, when she came into my department. She is a great person. I shall find out if she likes me the same way.



Today, Sarah was wearing all black. She had a collar on, complete with chains and a ring for a leash. I was not sure if she was really into S and M, but I am willing to find out.



I walked up to her desk and she was busy counting accounts she had printed. Not something I want to do at seven in the morning.



She sensed a presence and looked up at me questioningly.



"Can I help you?" She asked in a low, groggy voice.



I handed her my daily account summary and she took it. She muttered 'joy' and went back to her work. I stayed where I was, marveling at the way her hair framed her face. She had fake fangs in her mouth, though you could not tell until she spoke. It was not Halloween and at first glance, they seemed real. Did I tell you she was eccentric?



I cleared my throat and shw looked up at me with tired eyes. They held a mysteriousness to them that made me want to know what secrets she kept. She wore no makeup, she did not have to. her hair was a deep, natural red, which brought out her green eyes. When I first saw her, I had expected and Irish accent.



"What?" She asked me.



I shrugged and replied, "Oh, nothing. Just wondering how you are today."



"I'm not a morning person,leave me alone," she said. I nodded and smiled at her. She tried to suppress hers, but it slid out and she asked, "What do you want?"



"I want to know what you are having for lunch today," I inquired.



"I'm having bland vegetarian food," she answered. Yes, another vegetarian. We are perfect for each other.



"Are you eating up here, or in the cafe?"



Up here. Why, want to join me?" She asked. My smile widened.



"I would not mind to accompany you to a bland lunch. However, I think I have something of more variety and sustenance for you," I answered her. She smiled. Such a beautiful smile.



"Would the lady mind if I bought her something from the cafe?" I queried.



She shook her head and replied, "That's up to you Nik."



"Then I will wait for you and we will walk together to the cafe at twelve-thirty," I said and stepped back. I started toward my desk when she grabbed my arm. I turned back to look at her.



"Wait. Do you want to go out with me?" she asked. SHe catches on quickly. I like that. I gave her a knoing grin and walked back to my desk.

My name is Nikolai. I am writing this so that you know what I know, see what I see, feel what I feel. I am here to correct any misconceptions the world has about my kind. I am young of age, but old in experience, knowlege, and wisdom.



I am a vampire.



I am one of the few vampires that need blood to survive. Not all of us need blood. Some are content to drain energy. But others need more sustanance.



Biologically, it is a medical condition in which we cannot produce enough hemoglobin, iron, or red blood cells to sustain us. Therefore, we need regular donors.



Vampirism is not something to be taken lightly. Wannabes are of no use to us and continue to spread lies about us.



It is also not an addiction. The few of us need blood like we need food.



Yes, regular food will sustain us. But only for awhile.



As for the buring in the sun; that is true. We will not turn to ash, mind you, but we are susceptable to sun poisoning, skind rashes and burns. That does not mean we cannot go out in daylight. It is a blessing the humans came out with sunblock. Without that, we cannot stay in the sun longer than five to ten minutes. Fifteen if we are daring.



Vampirism does not make you immortal. Nor does it make you gorgeous and popular. Or will you have unlimited friends grovel at your feet.



We are not dead. We are as much alive as the human next to you.



We are not magickal people, merely more of mentality and sheer will is our primary force. We try not to use others against their wills, but sometimes we get carried away.



Our canines seem longer only because our gums have receded more than a healthy humans. That is not to say we are sickly and thin beyond help either.



I am writing this not because I want to, but because of a certain event in my life that has brought me here.



You see, I was not always a vampire.



Through the process of a blood transfer, I became one.



This is how it begins...