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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You wanna know a big problem? When friends don’t accept you, you’re left alone because they hate you and they LEAK YOUR SECRET! GOOD GOD I’m getting tired of the daily games of tease-the-vamp at my school because of some intolerant piece of **** spread it ALL THROUGH the place! And what’s worse than being hated and annoyed is when you accidentally hurt someone when you vamp out because they’re messing with you! I punched some ****er in the face, but thank god I didn’t get caught or I would have been expelled. I punched him for dancing around saying, “Oh come on Dracula, I’ve got a lot of blood, right here! Come on, have a sip!” I need to punch him again; even though he cried the first time, he STILL DOESN’T GET IT!
Contributed by Bloodwrath
Let me introduce myself. I prefer to be called The Countess. I awoke 20 years ago to the realization that I was different. In those days, there were no forums…no support groups…nothing. Imagine if you will having these very intense dreams with no explanation, being extremely sensitive to light, nocturnal tendencies, blood lust, being able to manipulate energy…and yes…being empathic. How about growing up in a house where Mormonism reigned and not being able to tell a soul who I was or what I was going through. I barely understood it myself.
The loneliness…at times…was unbearable. I am a firm believer that if you cannot help yourself then no one else can help you. So I developed on my own. I started to read what little material was available. I gathered bits and scraps…piece by piece I learned what the dreams meant, who I am….what my name is…and why I chose to be reborn. I live in the shadows as it is better to remain unknown than be on the hunter’s lists.
Yes….there are still hunters and yes they have come knocking on my doorstep. Those of you who do not believe this are foolish. They still think that we are evil…that we are spawns of Satan…and need to be exterminated. We can sit here all day and complain about the hunger or other issues but this is the most threatening to all of us. Even if we were to come forth and try to educate it is of no use. People only hear what they want to hear and unless they want to change their thinking then education and acceptance is futile. In my long existence this has been the case and in this century it is no different. This is why we are still on the fringe and continue to let Hollywood dictate what a vampire is. This is why the RPGers have their stupid “houses” and such. I agree that eventually we must come out of hiding…and I was hoping it would be this century…but recent events have shown me otherwise.
From the gentleman who was murdered by a co-worker’s hand just because his co-worker thought he was a vampire to a couple who were beaten…one to death…because of the way they dressed…this world is not ready for us. These are just a few examples of many…
In summary, be careful who you reveal yourselves to…read all you can and know that being Vampir is a blessing. All other issues are only temporary. Once you learn how to use these gifts and grow spiritually other problems discussed in these forums will become irrelevant. Knowledge is power.
I hope you all take away these words of wisdom for an old one such as myself. Live…learn…and believe.
Contributed by the Countess
I’m in high school. We work in indoor classrooms but the halls, lunch, etc. are all outdoors. I am exposed to a lot of sun and it gets pretty hard. People keep asking me why I always wear a jacket, especially when it’s really hot out. I just tell them it’s a habit, that I always wear a jacket. It gets very hot wearing a jacket, though.
Also I can’t get a donor. Going a while without a donor makes me pretty moody and disengaged from my friends. I get angry easily. Last year my friend who is a HUGE role player wouldn’t stop talking about it. I got pissed and didn’t talk to her for four months. I get REALLY sensitive about the vampire jokes and games. Usually I can take it, but like I said, I can’t get a donor. The blood lust gets really bad sometimes. I’m a weird person, though, so because of that people don’t notice my behavioral changes.
None of my friends know that I’m a vampire. I tried telling one and it turns out she was, too. Yeah… she was a 600-year-old vampire. Well, after that I hadn’t tried telling anyone for a while (RPGers make things so hard). Recently, I came out about being a Satanist to my friends; they were all pretty cool with it. But I still haven’t got up the guts to tell my friends. It’s really lonely and hard having no one to talk to about the day-to-day vampire problems.
Contributed by Sara
I am a 17-year-old recently awakened hybrid (sang/psi) vamp. My problem is probably common. I have a problem with getting blood. I had a friend that would donate to me, but she has moved across the country, and only a couple other people know what I am… But they aren’t willing to donate. So I have to get most of my energy from nature…which I have no problem with. But I get bad cravings for blood a lot. We don’t have any butchers around where I live; we only have big delis, and I don’t think I could get blood from them. I have a friend (well… more of an acquaintance really) who is a sang vamp, and he kills rabbits and other animals like that for blood, but I don’t feel comfortable killing anything. And I don’t really feel comfortable asking him to do it for me seeing as how we aren’t very close, and he doesn’t even know I’ve awakened. I drink my own sometimes when I really start vamping out for the taste of it…but that doesn’t hold me very long.
Contributed by -bloodless heart-
I feel cheated. All of these Vampire movies and books created out of a romantic fear. A blood hungry creature that stalks the foul night, feasting on man, woman and child mercilessly. This is not a correct portrayal of me. I am not a dark, brooding night stalker who dreams of murderous meals. I am kind. I am a loving woman. A mother, wife, lover and friend. I have always known my true nature and been careful for fear of reprisal and the ignorance of others. Of late, my protection of my nature and oftentimes called satanic activity has been overshadowed by my need to inform and give correct information. How long do we stand in shadows and operate under a code of silence, while we are portrayed carelessly and without thought to who we are, as people?
Contributed by Diva
I have my driver’s license (finally) and I’m sure its every teen sanguinarian’s dream to finally take that drive to the butcher shop and ask for beef blood without the questions from your parents or having to deal with bus schedules. Well, I got up the courage to take that drive on the one day I didn’t have to go to school or work — Sunday. I’m twoofing like crazy and following my GPS to the butcher but when I get there, its closed! I typed in ‘butcher’ in my GPS and followed it another 6 miles down the road, but it took me to a weird neighbourhood and I didn’t see a business anywhere. The name was BJ Meats and I found the house that matched the address on my GPS. I knocked on the door and a guy answered. I asked if this was BJ Meats and he took one look at my appearance (black coat, dark sunglasses on an overcast day) and slammed the door in my face.
Well, I went back to my car and this time decided to call the places in advance (to save on gas and patience). I think I called five butcher shops before realizing they’re all either closed or have gone out of business. I decided to give up and just go have a juicy steak to placate myself so I drove to the Keg. A little bit too fancy for most people to go by themselves but that didn’t really bother me at the time. (did I mention I was twoofing like crazy?) So I finally get there and the first thing that jumped out at me was the empty parking lot. I looked up at the building and the sign had been removed. It was completely deserted! I went back to my GPS and found a place that was also a bar but I called ahead and they said they had steak so I drove there. When I got there, the woman asked for my ID. I figured it would be okay because I’m over 18, but she wouldn’t let me in because I’m under 21! I talked with the owner and he decided to let me in as long as I was sitting as far away from the bar as possible. (Yay, puppy dog eyes still work!) The steak was excellent too!
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