Yeah, this is all very real.
Ampolitor said:
hey if she gets out of line, tell her that your really and werewolf and you got a lot of friends.
LOL, I used to tell her this but she just laughed back, and for a while took me seriously. Actually the culture believes that there are vamps, werewolves, demons, angels, and dragons, and faeries. It's freaking odd. If I tell them I am a were wolf they look at you weird like they are either plotting to kill you, or that they are afraid, because we all know (yeah, from those movies i.e. underworld) that werewolves kill vamps.
But there is a new vampire phenomenon out there called psi-vamps, and theses do not have to drink blood, they just had to look at you or be near you and they drain your energy. I looked on the net for this stuff and this is a whole world wide organization behind the Veiled Society or something like that.
Here is a link to a large organization
http://www.kheperu.org/
http://www.sanguinarius.org/ another link
I've seen pics of these so called Lords, or Fathers. I think many are just looking to enslave the minds of weaker people. And it's also odd, the clans here in NYC at least, are not on bad terms with each other, well not all.
They try to get each others members, and they do provide a family of sorts, and well since my GF is now alone in the U.S. Living with me, she still seeks a larger family that will accept her. She knows I love her very much, and that I think they are all freaks, and just weird troubled people. We fight about that sometimes, and I've met a few of these lords and ladies. Activities they enjoy range from picnics, to raves, to spiritual reading to more bloodly feasts.
My GF told me she declinded many invitations to clans due to their requirements to enter, and choose not to drink, share other people blood, because she knew it would kill everything we have, I told her thank you for thinking of me in that sense.
One reason I decided to let her, and I engage in blood letting is so she doesn't go to someone else. I allowed her to use the razor because I've never cut anyone like that before. I mean, it's blood, and I don't really enjoy the taste, but she loved it, and wanted this from me for a whilr (say 4 months since we met.)
In anycase, we are closer it seems since I've entered her world. I laugh and tell her I will start my own clan, and we will play DnD, lol, she thinks DND is strange, heh.
I asure you I'm not a troll, check out my band website, and you will see who I am if you are curious. This is all very very real.
About the fangs, she is about to get a new set, and asked me to get a pair too, I guess so we can bite each other. Yeah, it's a stange world out there.
But I feel it's better to allow her to live out these fantasies with me, instead of some stranger that might offer her something I can't, or wouldn't have.
I admit too, I've heard of clans who do bad things too, rape, use, and abuse, and more. I was also told there are elders who punish those that break certain rules. I should get a copy of the rules to post here.
Yeah they have some guys that are like 60 years old or something come from germany or other far off places to see how their clans are doing.
Still I don't understand one thing, what do they all get from this? Friends? Power? If power in what form? I know they all mingle amongst themselves, and it's good to have connections, but the vamps I've met so far are not the high society ones. There are supposeling vamp clans like the one Anne Rice is part of that only millionaires join. Wonder who out there also entertains this fantasy.
I appreciate the feedback, and while, I didn't enjoy the negative, bring holy water with you, or stakes with you bits, I made the same jokes to her, so I'm just as bad.
Ohh, she also laughed and told me she is my mother now, you know now that I've drank of her. SO I told her I'm a psi, sanguine, cyber, dragon, were, demon vampire/ dungeon master, and I told her I will start a church of chance, and we will all wear dice bags around out necks.
Heh, mom asked bout the razor blade cut today, and I told her I just scratched myself, if she only knew.
-de