The thing about vampires is that it takes quite some time in observation and reflection to realize that your vitality, your energy, your emotional prowess is being drained. Being sucked dry by this soul sucking beast. No, it is not the blood suckers of which i speak, but the traditional metaphor; prior to Bram’s vision of the Dracula. The vampire darkens your mood, leads you into a catatonic place where the seed of depression germinates and takes root. At first the despair is selfish. The parasite forces you to suffer the burden only aware of your own misery, completely oblivious to the vampire’s fangs and the pangs left behind. However, once aware of the defilement ongoing, a bitter distaste for the vampire develops. Even a pity may form, but do not be swayed by the tears shed upon confronting the vampire, for they are a manipulative folk.

I myself was once under the vampire’s spell, along with my consort, so sweetly entwined. We first came in contact with the vampire while living in a historically run down shanty, a stone’s throw from the market, centrum. The community partook in weekly gatherings of a social sort, forced though. This is where we became acquainted with the beast named after a bush. It soon became clear that her morality was quite bent you see, but Lee said “Don’t mind me,” as he meandered out the hall where the meeting was held. While we attended these meetings fairly regularly, we were the sort who enjoyed our privacy, so we didn’t venture out socially too terribly often. However, at some point we did befriend a young girl from down the hall. She was quite endowed in the nethers and a borderline dwarf at that. A traumatic specimen of the human condition, but certainly not the worst.

She was in hiding. Had changed her name, dyed her hair in an attempt to escape an abusive home situation. Unfortunately, she had jumped ship into a bay of pigs. The pig in question, a manipulative fool of the Christian variety, absolved of adultery apparently, so long as the battered wife continued to turn a blind eye. She was afraid of him, so she’d drink and drink then drink some more and once she’d black out he’d have a go at her. However, some might just deem it irresponsibility, since she didn’t ever ’say’ no. Eventually he’d force her to move to the city of music, but that’s a tale for a different time.

One night my companion and I entertained a visit from this troubled lass. She had befriended the vampire, who accompanied her this eve. An invitation was presented to return to the vampire’s lair for drinks. We were happy to oblige our new found friends. Upon arrival we were greeted by a mongrel and a tramp, although I scarcely recall their existence this eve. Drink after drink were downed well into the night until our dwarf friend became rather randy. With minimal coaxing she dropped her drawers and after prancing about the room promptly seated herself upon my lap. While her amor was fixated upon my being the vampire and my companion looked on. Our drunken debauchery danced its way about the vampire’s abode.

Entangled in the sheets of the room’s lonely bed the dwarf confessed her desires for my companion’s fiery lips. While I remained unopposed, my companion was not compliant with the evening’s turns and twists. Upon professing her disappointment, the host of the evening sided with uncomfortability, although she still stole a kiss from my love on the way out the door. The pleasantries of the evening faded to despair as the feminists conspired against my drunken state. I had let myself became enraptured in the confusion of emotion. Shortly after this evening had passed, the dwarf callously faded from view, not to be seen by me in the future near or far. A disappointment supplanted by the misery brought on by the misandry espoused by the vampiric succubus out for the soul of my companion. Over the course of the next year, the vampire embedded herself into our lives, before we rid ourselves of her poison forevermore.