Interview with Michael, Master Vampire, Part One
by Valentina
Note: Out of respect for our Vampire and Interviewee, Michael, I am entering this interview as a full believer.
3/26/2007, Monday
Well, this is going to be exciting, if I live through it. I suppose it will be just as exciting if I am killed, maybe more so. But then you won't get to find out what happens, will you?
I was contacted, today, by..ummm...a vampire whom I've never spoken with. He didn't find me on myspace but he hasn't revealed from where he knows me. I did put my name, Valentina_Vamp, in the search engine...no go. Lots of Valentina's, but I am not to be found. Too new to myspace? Hmmm....yet I'm getting about 50 - 100 hits a day on my blog.
So, how did he find me? I don't know yet. I'm not on too many boards and have very little involvement in the online vampire community. I suspect he found me at Darkness? Maybe he knew me from Court?
It is not Nikolai or anyone from Nikolai's house; I am pledged to become a member, which for them, is as good as done. Quite the territorial bunch they are. I wish someone would stop me from going ahead. I wish they could. I have mixed feelings. It's for life. A real commitment. I'm a bit nervous about the blood exchanges.
Let me say that Mr. Mysterious did not say, "Hey, babe, I'm an immortal vampire." Actually, most people claiming to be immortal vampires can't spell immortal to begin with...because they are prepubescent or of that mindset. I suppose that anyone who has been around for 500 - 600 years would be able to spell at least moderately well and have a good command of the English language. Sorry for the rant...drives me nuts.
This gentleman is intelligent and well-spoken.
All sorts of things are going through my mind. Why did he contact me? I'm also paranoid considering the drama of late in the online vampire community.
I do attract weirdos...but that's usually in person. If you see my pictures here, you will know why. I think it's obvious. But online????
3/28/2007, Wednesday
Ok. I found my myspace when googling today. And I'm getting about 150 hits a day or more. I know why I'm getting some of the hits. I'm linked to a few people - it's kind of an emotional/mental thing I guess. I hope the rest of you like my writing? I don't know.
Let's call our Vampire, "Michael." I informed Michael that I'm getting a lot of hits on my myspace. He said not to worry, that no one would believe the story and if they did that no harm would come. I wonder if he is preening over the anticipated attention. You know how vampires are, don't you? Arrogant, vain. (I'm going to catch some flack for that!) I am reminded of Anne Rice who has written some very dark fiction. But it's fiction and we know that. I just came across a vampire series that's supposed to be nonfiction. If that's the case, the vampiress began life before Christ and she is still around.
I also am reminded of Ms. Jamie's words, a vampire from the online community. She spoke of one's personal responsibility and the impressionability of youth. Something to think about, isn't it?
I asked Michael if his "turning" was like that of Vartusa. Do you remember Vartusa? He was at www.forums.darkness and wrote "Lament to the Kindred." Honestly, I thought Michael might be Vartusa. He is not Vartusa. I opened up the headers on the email and sent the IP information to a query group. He's in North America. I know the exact state and country. I might add that he's almost too close for comfort. Michael agreed vehemently, saying he was definitely too close for my comfort. I wondered if he was smirking. I feel that he was.
Interview with Michael, Master Vampire, Part Two
by Valentina
3/31/2007, Saturday
So, how did Michael find me? That was the burning question for me. He finally sated my curiosity on that question. It's funny. You have these vampires who don't engage in conversation with the online community but they know everyone. Are they searching for others like themselves? I say, "good luck with that."
And, no, I am not like these vampires, the immortals. I don't know how much I differ from the Human Living Vampires, though, if at all. I've had some mystical experiences. The Aset Ka can probably help me out there. I hope someone can. But, then, we are not here to talk about me, are we? Sorry for the digression.
Michael's vampirism did not arise out of desire, lifestyling, nor ritualistic invocation. Many, quite a few in fact, vampire covens use invocation. Invocation of a spirit is channeling; it's an invitation for possession. You will find that most in the vampire community believe they were born as a vampire and awakened at some age, usually in their teens. However, I have found that there are many groups who practice invocation whereby they invite a vampire spirit to enter a person. This gets complex and has to do with Asetianism, Luciferanism and so on.
One might ask how does a vampire spirit make one a vampire? I don't know. Soul and spirit are two different things aren't they? Soul is the emotions and intellect. Spirit is the part of us that communicates with God/the Universe? Christianity teaches that we are tripartate beings, physical body, soul, and spirit. The spirit is dead until it is given birth by the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit being the part of us that communicates with God. One is considered spiritually dead until one believes in Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. I wonder how old the concept of tripartate beings is and if it arose out of Egyptian mysteries. I wonder if it's true (the concept that humans are tripartate) and soul and spirit are two different things.
So, how did Michael become a vampire? Has he always been a vampire? Was he born a vampire? Is he hundreds of years old? I have a thousand questions running through my mind. What about romantic relationships? Sex? Does he believe in Human Living Vampires (HLV's), the mortal vampire community?
As you might have guessed, Michael is elitist in his beliefs. I feel perfectly fine saying that. We have all seen the vampires who come onto a board saying, "This is for real vampires only," indicating they are vastly different from the HLV. Usually, they reveal they are hundreds of years old, have been "turned," and so on. Usually, they are lying. It doesn't take long to figure out they are quite youthful. And the ones who aren't lying, well, do you expect them to be humble?
While living in San Francisco, Michael began exploring spirituality and his own sexuality. He attended a popular satanic church in the city and began an affair (Michael is heterosexual today) with the high priest of that particular church. He was 22 at the time; that was 20 years ago.
The priest of the satanic church was a practicing vampire. Vampirism wasn't known, even among the pagan community. In fact, the priest didn't openly discuss his vampirism although Michael did find out later that there were a core group of vampires in the church.
One evening, Michael was invited to have dinner with the priest and a few friends after a church ritual. He thought it sounded like it would be a lively evening discussing spirituality, humanism, and philosophy. They had a nice dinner but they didn't get around to discussing anything after dinner, not anything at all. If they had engaged in discussions he wouldn't have remembered because of the hallucinogens in his system. He only remembered what was most important - being savagely bitten by a vampire.
Michael found himself lying on an altar in the priest's temple. Candles flickered from the walls, illuminating the not-so-small space. He saw that the priest had changed into his robe. The others remained in their street clothes. Images of human sacrifice went through his mind. What if....? He wasn't tied down however. That was a small comfort. The priest didn't perform any rituals, speak incantations or invoke/evoke any spirits.
The priest walked over to Michael, staring down into Michael's eye. Then, the priest closed his eyes, slipping into an altered state. He stood there, eyes closed for a long time. Michael, under the influence of LSD, watched the candle flames turn bright colors and leap off the wall like dragons while he waited for the priest to do something. He could have sworn one of the dragons leapt into the priest.
The priest brought his face close to Michael's own, and brushed his lips softly. He nuzzled Michael's neck and playfully nipped at his collar bone. Suddenly, Michael felt the sharp pain of teeth entering his flesh. It was a shock and felt erotic at first, then it became quite painful, so painful he wanted to scream. In fact, he was moaning from pain, not pleasure. The priest was sucking hard, holding onto Michael like a pitbull.
When the priest was finished, Michael quickly left. There were no words between him and the others. There wouldn't be until a few weeks later. He staggered home with four painful bite marks and the dragons leaping after him, their scorching tongues of flames hurrying him home as fast as his legs could carry him
(Below is an interlude of sorts. I didn't feel like writing an entire "interview," but felt the need to write something, lol.)
Michael Doesn't Go Out During the Day at All
I might as well post a blurb about Michael the Immortal Vampire. Don't expect stellar writing. You know, I'll probably just post and post, and one day pull all the fragments into something that reads...a little better. And I'll have to come up with an interesting title that isn't a takeoff on Anne Rice's ficiton. Writing is hard. If I wait until I have a well-written piece, you'll never know what's happening. And I'm not calling this Part Three. The day is just beginning at 12:19 am and I'm averse to anything that smacks of formality.
I talked with Michael on the phone last night. He has a nice voice, deep and smooth like a rich red wine. I wonder if his looks match his decadent voice.
All I can think of is my snot vampire character. Ewww. Gods. No. I would love to tell you about Aldred, the Amazing SNOT Vampire but I haven't finished the story. I will tell you this. Aldred is a snot-drinker. He seduces a woman over the internet. There will be lots of surprises when he's revealed at a country-wide vampire meetup. Let's just say Aldred gets his fill and then some. Who knew that chi resided in snot? Straws, anyone?
No, Michael doesn't remind me of Aldred! It's just that you never know what someone looks like until you meet them. Michael hasn't offered any descriptions just yet.
Michael stays indoors during daylight hours, that includes the long hours of summer. It's good he doesn't live in Seattle...he'd be indoors until past 10:00 pm during summer days. He hasn't gone into the sun in almost 20 years. I'm painting a sunlit scene for him, a 30" x 40" canvas, in my impressionist style. This is a thing I've noticed about some vampires. Yes, they love darkness, dark music, dark writings, dark things, dark gothic art...but you can always tell the serious ones because they like sunlit scenes! Before you judge what I'm saying, think about that for a few minutes....if you are a vampire. Vampires are vampires as people are people. Everyone has different tastes.
(And this is definitely telling versus showing in writing ;) ) Sorry, loves.
Interview with Michael, Master Vampire, Part Three
by Valentina
4/11/2007, Wednesday
Why do I call Michael, Master Vampire? For a good reason. He has the ability and knowledge to change a human being into a vampire. Not all real blood-drinking vampires can do this.
First, I wanted to know if Michael believed the people in the online vampire community were vampires. He said he believed a lot of them practiced vampirism but weren't real vampires. For instance, some Luciferians and others drink blood for self-edification. Indeed, they do receive energy from the life force in blood, not just a high from the societal taboo of drinking blood. Michael believes that anyone can practice blood-drinking vampirism (the common term is sanguine or sanguinarian vampire), tantric (feeeding on sexual energy) vampirism, elemental vampirism (feeding on electrical storms, forces in nature, etc.), or the very common psi vampirism (stealing other's life energy via psychic means). He also believes that these practices become addictive and would call the addicts "practicing vampires" or the not-so-lovely "chi addicts."
I have to tell you I love the night. This is my natural ryhthm. One of the things I love about a more temperate climate (than New York), is that I can be outside at night, When I was a child, I wanted to runaway into the night. Darkness weaves a magickal spell over me and I become one with it. My night vision is excellent and all of my senses are heightened in the eve. The night calls to me.
Michael's response to my love of the night was, "All of that is true for real vampires. The night empowers a vampire. But you're probably one of those who is just drawn to darkness. You love dark films and fiction. I think it's a personality trait." Pfffffffffffffft!
So, I was dying to know but I didn't want to push...and I wasn't sure he would tell me. I wanted to know if he was changed and how? How!? Was it a virus that entered his bloodstream? We've all heard about the hoaxes, haven't we? V-5 and K-17. K-17 was a creation for a British TV show, I think. What about ritual invocation? Yes, invocation...channeling...dangerous. But how would a vampire spirit change the DNA of a person? Could it?
What about symbiots? A vampire symbiot (creature from some other dimension) intertwines with the host's spirit and becomes part of the host?
What about the transfer of a rare blood type, such as the A-H blood type, also known as the "Bombay" blood type. Bombay makes me think of gypsies which makes me think of Eastern Europe which makes me think of vampires.
While Michael believes in spirits, he doesn't deal with them except on rare occasion. He says there is much to learn about the spirit world and the origins of the vampire. Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but Michael cannot offer a plausible explanation for a first vampire. I told him about one of my psychic experiences with a noncorporeal spirit who became corporeal, physical. He thinks that the spirit was real, but a liar. He said the spirit may have known something about vampirism, might have even been sizing me up for possession of sorts, a home if you will. But he doubts the spirit was who he said he was, some vampire ancient.
I told Michael that just two years ago, I had begun my vampiric journey and I'd thought of the Nephilim, the offspring of fallen angels and human beings. Could Nephilim be the possible origin of vampires? I told him how surprised I was when I found out that other people had considered the same thing. Did I tap into universal consciousness? Michael's take was that I thought of it because it seems plausible, logical. Perhaps vampire DNA, a curse, was passed from angel to mankind.
Michael was turned by the Satanic priest. After he arrived home that night, terrified out of his wits, he became very ill. Really ill, folks. When Michael was 18 or so, he'd gotten food poisoning that required hospitalization. This was just as bad if not worse. No, he didn't get blood poisoning, a staph infection, MRSA, or anything close. I'm glad he didn't get HIV or some other blood-borne pathogen either! By the way, blood-borne pathogens/infections are a high risk in turning. The victim is not immune to these things. The victim is human, fully human! Let me reiterate....you have a high chance of dying from a vampire bite. A vampire is a carrier of bacteria and viruses, just as you and I are. And real (ok, Michael-type) vampires do bite.
I asked Michael about the vampire Houses and "practicing" vampires that use blood exchanges via transfusion (not for me, thanks). I could hear the smirk in his voice, "Those are practices that have nothing to do with turning."
Michael remained ill for about a week. He likened the first three nights to a bout of the stomach flu (gastrointestinal virus). He lost control of his bowels and vomited constantly. He forced water when he could but vomited after drinking it. He latched onto some Gatorade which made him do the same. After about 5 days, he said he became light sensitive. He had to close the blinds and draw the curtains He stayed in bed with covers over his head for the better part of two days.
On the eighth day, he awoke with a surge of energy, of life. No stomach flu has that sort of happy ending...recovery is gradual. He jumped out of bed with a smile upon his face and flung open the curtains. The blazing sun almost blinded him and he quickly closed the curtains. Still, he felt fabulous but he was hungry, hungry for something he couldn't name.
