Vampires & Thursday

Western narrative with vampire 'blend' for portrait of reinventions in Old West lore/fantasy/paranoia.

Vampire/cowboy mixed stuff. Thanks for reading! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and is purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translation/criticism).

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Me, I was just a wandering camera-man, wandered into an old ghost-town, and my descendants will tell you of this incomplete-distances tale of Old West outlaw/vampires 'stuff' through some languages/translators, and it will be some self-image of survival and odd black humor for the Ego.

There I was in this old ghost-town of wanderer-settlers and visitors of seemingly overground American Homeland normal things, and it was still a time of expansions in the grand New World, and how we'd anticipate that it'd be trekked by vampires (blood-immortals of infusion darkness/Hell) is beyond anyone (including me, a simple wandering camera-man for pioneer/settlements records of American history/storytelling/fantasy!).

CASSANDRA: I came in to find cider-and-drink, not human blood!
ME: Well, you trained me to shoot your knife-rifle, and I can help.

CASSANDRA: What if I'm a vampire luring you into a 'game' of death, friend?

ME: Well, even if that's accuracy, I can offer you some temp-heroics, lady (ha).

CASSANDRA: Why you trust me?

ME: I've no choice...either shoot our way out or lay back and drink to death.

CASSANDRA: Vampires are half-invisible, Mr. Amlan Satan.

ME: My 'Satan' surname's purely an immigration/migration thing (Slovak).

CASSANDRA: And Algerian?

ME: How'd you know that?

CASSANDRA: Maybe I'm half-vampire (photo like).

ME: Geez.

Why did my 'employer' and gun-trainer (Cassandra) suddenly show a 'pure' vial of human blood, labeled VAMPIRE-BLOOD (no less)? I wondered about it, but the real Realism trick now in this old ghost-town of cowboys and vampires infesting was to find shooter-tactics of immediate utilitarian storytelling (for doubt).

CASSANDRA: That man seemed to be their monarch (of sorts).

ME: He looks like a private wanderer, out of papers (or something).

CASSANDRA: Shoot him in the head!
ME: I get it, lady...if I miss, you dead miss.

CASSANDRA: Blood-immortals image makes for the Lake of Fire, friend.

ME: I don't know what to make of you, lady...not this monarch (photo-like).

CASSANDRA: Cool.

Cassandra vanished from the face of Earth after our mission was resolved and the vampires seen shirking-away from us (wow!). Why did Cassandra disappear? I wrote in my journal (for my descendants to translate!), "Me wonders if the lady was part of the monarch's 'gang' of America, making a death-wage 'game-of-target(s)' and drawing heroics out of a photo-man who just wanted some bound-Romanticism for education-thrills."

I decided to make some color-sketches of stick-figure 'angels' and heroes with special nature color of Old West fantasy/jitters and hoped my descendants would find the 'jars' of Earth dominion shining. Maybe I made the 'faeries' for Cassandra, my/the vampire-jellyfish (photo-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)