Echoing rain beating down with thunderous applause. A display of power and calm that would rage for hours if left unchecked. Streams running across the face of the Earth, threatening to overturn the rule of land over water. This is all that I could see stretched out before me. I was never one to be found basking in the sun, to me, the water’s embrace was my calling. Covering me with a shade in storms that resembled the tempest masked by such a cold smile.
I cannot recall when I shifted from once being such an optimist. The blank gaze or emotionless canvass that was my face now lies barren. Imagine never coming to term with the changes that you are forced to make and now what you perceive as your “self”, is but a stranger. Yet, in my case, I was well aware of this character drawn out into this play. Many would deem me as emotionally impaired, though I was aware of things like love, compassion, hatred. No human being is truly devoid of emotions, yet in my case it can be different.
I can say for the most part that I act accordingly, displaying myself as a law-abiding citizen. My faults are my own and can be seen when I so choose. Time has revealed a true sense of identity, as has experience dealing with the intricacies of life. Deemed to be unfit to society, many try to categorize me into some sort of stereotype. People could say that I am just a by-product of society, DNA, environment, and etc. Yet it is fascinating to discover that, I am still changing and evolving to who I am or truly will be.
For the longest, I assumed that there was something wrong with me. I never truly fit in with people. I would stick out like a sore thumb, I would grow quiet and speak when necessary or when I had something of value to say. When I write, I do so with the intention to present, elaborate, give meaning, or reveal what I truly think and feel. Contrary to what people may believe as well, I am but a man, blamed for the wrongdoing of others. How can one be at such a fault? How can a man not notice that he himself is the cause for his downfall? Such trivial pursuits when it comes to following one’s own heart.
How can I speak in such a way? Reciting lines as if I was a spectator while revealing my own attributes as one who seems to be of no comparison to men. You could say that I have stood before man since the beginning of their rise from the dust. Seeing their tales are interwoven with history as my age was removed and countless. Yet unlike my predecessors or those who speak about my kind as prisoners, I find solace in what I am. This life that I am living is a gift, as is yours, never to be considered a curse. For you see, I am a vampire.
Let the words linger, feeling each breath escape as your tones shift and trail off your tongue. Unlike the stories that captivate men, I am far from the comparison of such weak, frail descriptions. The sun is, of course, my ally and I can take pleasure dancing in the rain. My skin shines only from the sweat and I am not granted any great feat that would have me transform to such an insignificant form like a bat. The word itself, vampire, vampyr, bloodsucker, only does so much to amuse me. But of course, let us not dismiss the fact that I do indeed require the blissful delicacy of blood, the life that streams through our bodies. I speak still as if to clarify that I do still share the qualities of man, never will I deny the fact that I was once mortal. Time may no longer hold record to beating heart but I still cling to it to keep my sanity. Years can flow as seconds as I’ve seen empires raise and fall in the span of centuries.
But these tales are to be told and in so doing, I will reveal more than what is shared, the truth that has been altered….