Reflections of a Dying Vampire

   The Vampire; Victor, dreamed of a rich quiet life at Gravesend Castle in Romania where he had lived and loved for more than four centuries, but his NYC wife; Dark Rose, stretched out a bridge of problems: mayhem, misery, murder and woe like a mile-long ribbon before him, they were either falling in or out love with one another while making weird daily noises inside his Satanic Coffin, nothing here was ever normal except the occasional earth tremors from the gods, but which God?  Victor now sat day after day thinking of all those people he’d killed, smiling from ear to ear as even his sweet blue eyes lied. Man possesses a certain natural arrogance which is unjustified and the facing of this reality will disturb a Vampire’s mental equilibrium.  Here at Gravesend there were many hidden other-worldly creatures: minotaurs, centaurs, elves, fairies and gnomes in numbers greater than the human inhabitants.

     The sky was likened to a painted landscape, the clouds were green, the jet-stream was orange; the sun was purple with red polka-dots in a background of timeless blues. 

    Gruesome artifacts, humanimal or otherwise, are quite normal in appearance if you overlook the tiny horns protruding from the frontal bones and the vampirical canines. Emotional disturbance factors cannot be underestimated, they can grow to become so terrible that, even when there’s no risk involved, the effects on the human mind are extremely unsettling and can bring on madness and an eternal emotional torment.   

    One day a tall red-headed stranger rode in on a big Buckskin horse and decided to stay, he was drop-dead handsome; an Irish Devil with an energetic disposition and natural physical strength. Dark Rose was ‘dying’ for a red-hot sugar-daddy because her Vampire husband was crippled and doomed to live out an eternity in a wheelchair, thanks to her attack of insanity that caused him to be rip-torn and lose a leg in NYC’s Central Park, where, in a sudden rage of Vampiric shape-shifting terror, she furiously struck down the one and only man who ever loved her.  

     A newcomer to Gravesend will find himself in a world of overwhelming horror and alien phenomena because time is needed to adjust to its unique environment; and often even the roads are steeped in occult traditions that will not offer the visitor the semblance of normalcy nor a chance to acclimatize hisself to the dark reality.  The mists shroud the ruins that are haunted by lost souls trapped in a temporal echo while ghosts stumble up and down their derelict roads and enter a realm of Dark Arts and madness where even their souls are in spectral jeopardy.  The dreadful Carpathian Mountains provide an interesting glimpse of the supernatural, and, although there are no herbs available which can protect the bearer against physical phenomena, regardless of the gossip that says there is, mourn not your devoted dead ones! The Vampire couple’s daughter, Violette, who was born in a coffin, came back for a September visit, her permanent home was on Fifth Avenue with her Grammy, and she was allowed to travel back and forth via JKF on TWA now that she was nine years old.

     However intriguing the sights and sounds of life in the Romanian countryside are, the real character of somebody can only be discovered by venturing deeper into the mysteriousness, Dark Rose was a throwback, sweating blood as the two men eventually became her wasteland of desire and romance, although she never dreamed in a million years where love’s road would take her in the end, she only thought of the right-now’s, she ran either hot or cold, never in between, and had more than an eye out for the Irishman; him, with his Hollywood looks and words of sweet-nothings, as they quickly began a shallow affair, not meaning to fall in love at first, but it was inevitable.  They couldn’t bear to be apart for more than twenty minutes. Unseen poltergeists and night creatures are volatile in nature and retain enough awareness to manipulate love’s disturbing energy forces shambling along in a grisly parody of everyday human traffic.

     There are some human beings who are neither good nor evil, but can be either-or according to the circumstances that surround them; some of the creatures originated at the time of Lucifer’s fall from Heaven, but they were less guilty; banished from both Heaven and hell and were set down on our earth instead.  There is another group of apparitions which is more difficult to categorize, they’re called Shape-Shifters.

    Only someone who has witnessed the awesome manifestations can feel the mind- numbing of flesh that had turned to pure evil.  Such assaults are usually the results of bewitchment causing prickling of the heart, if the victim has one.

     Victor’s twin sister, Victoria, retuned to Gravesend Castle every now and every then, and this time, when she returned, she once again reeked havoc on the inhabitants of her ancestral home, she had lived almost all of her life entire in England, on the streets of Whitechapel, where she fed nightly, several times, making Jack the Ripper with his posed cut-up dead ladies look like a Charlie Brown, she broke all the laws of the land, Stonehenge and Highgate Cemetery were also her playgrounds for over four-hundred years, she slept the days away like a dead thing, beside or behind the tombstones on Swain’s Lane, or, if it was raining, as it usually did, she’d hide beyond the Marauding Trees inside Saint Michael’s Church, but there were few visitors here anymore, it had