Vampire/Collar/Continental

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of 'discovery' of vampire havens and an Earthling 'prince' (of sorts) with languages for transit-helmets.

A vampires tale, set in Europe.

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My name's Amlan and I'm telling you of my encounter with a female vampire in Europe (Romania), where I journeyed for a special Selfie-age comment of transit consciousness in this new century of terrorism woe(s) of the Ego.

VAMPIRE: Absinthe?
ME: You're clothed like a nun, in this eatery, stranger lady.

VAMPIRE: Just a server, mister traveler.

ME: My name's Amlan Satan?

VAMPIRE: Slovak with brown skin.

ME: Algerian, Slovak, Bostonian, Catholic (convert).

VAMPIRE: Believe in vampires, Mr. Satan (ha)?

ME: You're a vampire!

VAMPIRE: Come to my abode; and discover.

ME: More absinthe (wow!).

She was a vampire, this waitress in Romania clothed like a nun or priestess (or something!). She was really something, and we made love; and she didn't reveal her thirst for blood until I was bathing and she bit me in the neck, but I shirked back and fled from her haven. She never told me her name, and I swore to write about her (somehow)...which is what I'm doing now (Facebook-like!).

I got myself an antique crossbow of special silver ammo and trekked some more in Romania (Transylvania) pre-return to New England where I decided to become a writer. I thought I engaged two blood-sucker immortals in a Romanian cemetery and chased them after striking both in the legs with my silver shots. These vampires are wolfen in spirit despite their more sensual consciousness of immortality (ok). I still felt haunted by the woman (the nun?) who introduced me to this part of Earth (Selfie-like!).