This section has problems pertaining to dealing with “everyday” (everynight?) things for vampires. It can get in a light vein, but I would prefer it to be mainly enlightening (jeez, can I quit with these day puns, already???) as to actual problems that vampires have to deal with on a day-to-day (aaarrrggghhh!!!) basis. If you have a unique or unusual vampire-related problem or situation you’d like me to consider adding to the Problems Vampires Have section, send it in here.
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For a long time I knew that I wasn’t like everyone else. I was always trying to figure out why my sleeping hours are different, why I had insane blood cravings, why I was such a huge loner, and why I hated the sun so much. Well, I am now 15, and since I was always the “mentally sick kid” in the family, I thought it would be interesting to talk to my friend about it. He’s a psi-vamp, and we thought I might have been, too, except I couldn’t feed with touch; I feed on blood. So I became more alone because I knew of no one who is like me.
I am alone and began to observe things; teachers told my parents about me being so antisocial. I am now in group therapy, one-on-one therapy and have a psychologist. They think anyone who might be different from them is insane and that is what they have labeled me as.
Here are some more problems:
- Being told you’re crazy because you’re not “normal” — whatever their definition of “normal” is
- Not being able to stand being in the sun because it hurts
- Being told to go to sleep and not being able to, and then falling asleep in class
- Not telling anyone or else they’ll make fun of it
- The blood cravings
- The f****** lies about vamps and being evil, the whole garlic thing, and the cross thing, too
- School. I need to find a night high school because they keep taking my sunglasses
- Not being able to tell your friends because they freak out
- Not being able to be around bleeding people
- People saying dumb vampire comments and jokes
- People telling me, “Go outside for awhile. You’re too pale.”
- Not being able to see anyone until dark
Contributed by Samara
Well for one, I am 15 years old. I cannot tell any of my friends what I am, and to hear them say things about vampires, or dress up on Halloween and stuff is really discomforting because they don’t know that I am one. Another thing that bugs me is the light…It is nothing that will kill me, but more of an annoyance. My eyes and skin are very sensitive to it. I honestly hate it.
Contributed by Malissa
Although sometimes I don’t have to put up with idiotic people at my school, most of the time I do and this is what I have to put up with:
- At school, having stupid mundanes opening the curtains and shining the sun in my face.
- People thinking that I’m ill just because of how pale I am, when the last time I was ill was almost a year ago.
- People calling me a ghost, or saying the all-time favorite: “You need a tan”.
- Bright lights causing horrible migraines which drives me nuts.
- Not being able to find a donor and having to put up with the thirst all the time.
- And my favorite, people cutting themselves and shoving their bleeding wound in my face. Great way to put your life in jeopardy.
Sorry, just thought I’d rant a bit. I hate the fact that I have to put up with people like this almost every day.
Contributed by DarkEvildead
One of my biggest problems with my awakening is my horribly sensitive ears. I can’t even watch TV with my parents anymore because they turn the volume up so loud it gives me a blinding headache, and causes my ears to throb in pain. My parents think I’m going crazy. They yell at me when I tell them to turn the volume down. All my friends have to turn down their radios when I am around or I yell at them. I also hear things that most “normal” people can’t, like someone talking from a very long distance, or whispering from far away. Everything is just too loud for me to tolerate. I can hear cars coming from a half a mile away, and sirens cause migraines. Does anyone else have this problem? I’m so nocturnal now, that I literally cannot sleep at night at all anymore. I have to take sleeping pills in order to rest, and most of the time the sleeping pills have no effect. I’m exhausted as hell all day, even when I wake up late in the evening. But once night falls, I’m wide awake! My eyes are so sensitive now, that I cannot step outside without sunglasses, even when it is overcast. I hate this. — My awakening sucks! Feel free to email me to vent.
Contributed by Michelle,
michelleking9 @ yahoo.com
My whole family thinks I’m lazy because I’m finding it increasingly hard to get up in the mornings. They have always looked on me as being strange even when I was very young. My sleeping habits have always been the opposite to most day people’s. I have always had a fascination with blood. When I was about four years old I was play-fighting with my brother and I bit him. I couldn’t let go and I could feel his blood filling my mouth. I have always been strong for my age and can easily out-power people, which isn’t a good thing when you have to have stitches in your head. I was about six years old and was pushed off a wall, cut my head, and was sent to hospital to get it stitched up; it stung like mad so I kept moving, and in the end I had about 4-5 people holding me down.
I have a donor but he has started to think that I’m only roleplaying or something. He reads way too many things on the internet and is always telling me how a vampire should act and so on. Life just gets me down. The few friends I have don’t feel comfy in my company; they call me “Vampy” or “Bat Girl”, but they don’t know that I am vampire. Only my dad and my donor know of my being a vampire.
Contributed by Melissa
I am not a recently awakened vampire (I awakened when I was VERY young). My mother is a vamp (of course she is: everyone is, right?! Well, she is the one other than me and my sister that says it out loud), and so she passed it onto my sister and I. Well, she had noticed that I awakened when I was 3 or 4 years old, but she didn’t say anything. Anyway, I naturally asked her questions (all little kids will ask anything when they are young and not taught to not ask “stupid” or “dumb” questions).
My mom told me that there was no such thing as vampires, and that I could not be one. I guess she was trying to spare me the “torture” later on); so I dropped the idea and went on with my life as a normal little girl. The only bad part was when I went to school and the teachers commented on my acting “funny”. For example, they would watch us play outside during recess. If a friend of mine got hurt falling off the swings or jungle gym or something, and they were bleeding, I would walk over and lick their blood away off the wound. Of course, the teachers were grossed out. So, my mom told me again and again that I had to drop my act and behave normally. The only part that I could not drop was going to the school nurse every single day, complaining about my eyes being hurt by lighting in the school. (Why does it seem that school lights are always too bright?) I’d tell her that the lights gave me headaches and that it interfered with my concentration so that I could not get good grades! Well, my mom taught me how to manage it as much as I could (she is also a Wiccan, like myself). I slowly got used to the lighting, and my “weird” behaviour went away after some time.
When I reached my teen years, it was like I awakened a second time. My mother told me outright about the way I had been during my childhood, and that I was a vampire. At first I was like, “No way, vampires don’t exist. Oh my god!”, but she told me that I had many of the symptoms, like lights being too bright, need of blood, my best eyesight being at night, my teeth (each of them being pointed, except for my four front bottom ones and the two top front ones. Also, my canines are dominantly visible), my excellent hearing, and so on and so forth.
Well, sorry about a long story, but I had to tell it to someone. I only have one friend that is a vampire that I can talk to: not a lot of help right there. Then I have a friend who is in Wicca and is trying to start a school, and, since I am her boyfriend, I get to work in a room and teach people about vampirism. Not a lot to teach other than symptoms, a little bit of history, types of vampires, and so on.
Thank you for listening, even though it is long. Feel free to email me.
Contributed by Aniu, email@example.com
I am still I high school and have a religious family. I volunteer at the hospital, and to top it off, I have been a vegetarian since the fifth grade!
Let me start with the last part. That was hard for me when the first blood I could not help myself with was beef blood (I can’t stand the meat or broth — they make me sick). I had not eaten beef for so long, then I found myself walking by the raw meat left out for my family’s meal and running my finger over it and licking off the blood.
The hospital part I have been doing for a year before I craved blood. I work in intensive care. Imagine blood packs hanging everywhere you turn. (So many times I would be giving someone their meal and have to run to the bathroom and wash my face with cold water or sit there till it passed.)
Religious family.., I grew up being told vampires are evil and freaks and all that. In Colorado Springs downtown we have quite a few, so I have been around them all my life, but still was told they are evil.
High school is hard enough without drooling and getting a headache every time someone next to you gets a paper cut.
Contributed by Cammie
The things that are the worst about being a vampire in high school are not having a donor and having to function in the daylight world. First, about the whole “not having a donor” thing… When I began my awakening nearly two years ago, I thought THAT hurt. That’s nothing compared to the pain I’m going through right now. Being sang and not having a donor has got to be the worst thing in the world. I can’t just touch someone and get my fill; blood has to flow in my case. Because the only two people in my world that know about what I am refuse to help me — and play “tease the vamp” like there’s no tomorrow. — I live in constant pain at not having the energy I need. I don’t have a donor, and making friends with someone new just for that purpose seems calloused, so I go without, for LOOOOOONG periods of time. And the few times that my buddies give in and bleed for me (namely after I collapse from the sheer lack of energy), we’re at school, so it’s hard to drink my fill anyway, what with all of the security cameras and hall monitors and other students hanging around. It gets so bad that I start to hear the pulses of the people around me (sometimes this heightened sense of hearing can be a bad thing), and I start to vamp out and get very predatorial, which has led to me acting very strangely (i.e., growling at classmates when they speak to me).
The other thing that is awful about being a vampire in high school is having to function in the world of sunlight. Being nocturnal at this point, I’m always awake until the sky starts to brighten — and then I have to get up at 5 AM for school, which gives me about 45 minutes of sleep. (But I do get naps in during the afternoon, so there’s a silver lining, at least.) Then I have to sit in the bright classrooms, take gym class in the bright sun, and pretend that everything is fine when the school nurse asks me why I’m so pale all the time. And there’s also all the run-ins I’ve had with hall monitors telling me that it’s against school dress code to wear sunglasses inside the building; not being able to do so has led to some of the worst headaches I’ve ever had.
All in all, I can’t wait for high school to end, so I can get out of the world of bright lights and UV rays, and maybe get myself out there in the social scene so I can possibly find a donor that doesn’t tease me endlessly.
Contributed by Shade
I’m a sang (in dire need I can psi-feed, but it’s rather exhausting), and I awakened… uh, VERY early. I can’t actually remember when — yet still I started to feed rather late compared with that.
I have been living in a small village for most of my life; and if I say small village, then I mean around 500 persons. Rural areas can be wonderful for the scenery and the clear view of the night sky one has, but it’s different with the people there. Because of a rather understandable lack of donors (and trustees, so to speak) I learned to control all those nice side effects we all have to suffer sometimes if we don’t feed enough. In fact, this has over the years caused me to try to ignore this specific need. Why? Just because I always knew that I could go on without blood for a little longer… and a little longer… and even longer… and so on.
Now I have managed to be under my perfect control — no vamp outs (at least no major ones), no twoofing which can’t be controlled with a few deep breaths. Too perfect. My body and my mind simply ignore my need for feeding; I start to psi-feed uncontrolled (at least that’s something I’m aware of), and I am simply NOT AWARE of being close to a system-breakdown. The meager energy aside, I can gain from psi-feeding; my mind and body start to use every single iota of energy left within me for simple everyday purposes, until I snap and have a complete breakdown, — nervous as well as bodily. So, people: NEVER EVER suppress your needs as well as I did. It’s damned complicated to re-awaken instincts one has buried deep within oneself.
Contributed by Cyn
Some things have been going on for a few months now. I’ve been in denial about myself and got to the point where I did not want to be like this anymore, and I tried to forget about my being a vampire. It did not help because, though the thirst does not come out as often as it used to, it is still very hard to control. Every time I walk outside I end up frying in the sunlight and getting migraines again and hating the fact that I still have not found a donor!
I think that was a major kick up the ass, and helped to make me realize that no matter what I do, I cannot be a normal person like anyone else. I am what I am, and at the end of the day, I just have to get on with my life as best I can.
Contributed by DarkEvildead[On to Page 10]