Posted by giveaway boy on June 26, 2000 at 08:50:56:
Vamp the first:
Ooliberan, who was the ringleader of a fashion cult in Hyde
Park, Florida. He looked just like a surfer, and all his boys and
girls were just so pretty. Lots of Adonises and Venuses. Anyway,
no one except my friend John Vaughan, knew that their little fashion gig
was a front for a vampyric collective. They had a huge party
which was actually an attempt to scmooze and track down hunters.
My friends were the hunters. They knew that I could be a
connection point so they wrote to me and invited me as an
'artist' to come to their big penthouse party. At the time they
had a book out which had some bold new fashion designs in it. It
was the Abercrombie and Fitch of the Vampyre community. No
mortals knew they were any different from them. My friend John
had seen the book, which was becoming fairly popular around town.
Anyway, he warned me about it and said that it was sort of like
an evil magnet sucking folks in. Anyway, on the front cover I saw
the name Ooliberan flash on and off in lime green letters, and
then watched as a huge wave crashed across the page and surfers
periodically rode across the front cover. I had never seen a book
with moving pictures before. I was curious. So I went to the
party. I was still suspect since John told me these guys were bad
cats. So, I went into this room at the party and I found this
huge crucifix which had been desecrated in many obscene ways. It
was covered with all kinds of bodily substances and it was upside
down. I immediately recalled John's face looking into mine with a
strong warning. So, I sneaked out of there and went back into the
main room of the house. Weaving in and out of the young beautiful
crowd I made for the door, but not before Ooliberan caught me and
locked his eyes onto mine across the room. There was sort of a
statement made in that silent moment. After this all I remember
is running through the back alleys of Hyde Park being chased by a
bunch of beautiful vamps, that were ready to kick my God lovin'
behind and use me to get to my friends.
Vamp, the second:
a more Lost Boysish type, a dark haired, skinny vamp complete
with rotting skin and stench, made his way on his belly like a
snake across my front lawn at around 1 am. He had a stupid fat
sidekick. I freaked and my dad, standing in his underwear
shivered by the window, not knowing what to do. I said, 'well, we
need to pray'. I ran into my bedroom and I was praying and then I
realized those bastards had snuck into the backyard. All I
remember was thinking they were still in the front yard and then
feeling horribly violated and running to my window and seeing
them making their way, still on their bellies, to my bedroom
window. I prayed for a step to take. Then I saw a religious picture on the
floor that I had recently drawn. And I covered the window with it
and then I heard terrible screams. Apparently the artwork had
frightened them off and they were burning as if they had seen
sunlight.
Vampyre, the third:
the skinhead vamp. followed me to Borders from a French
restaurant. He was dressed sort of like a waiter, but had his
hair shaved off and when he left work and the suspenders were
pulled down to his sides, I could see him rolling up his sleeves
and transforming into a more raw, skinhead version, and less of a
waiter. He was pissed off. He had combat boots and a very
frightening set of fangs. I remember ducking into Borders and
going into their recieving room hiding behind those doors with
the little window on them. Not long after that I peeked out the
window and saw him forcefully enter the store, not looking for
books, but for me. Then he came right up to that door and all I
could do before he saw me was duck and pray that he not see me. I
could feel his will and energy through the door. I could feel his
fingers stroking the door, wanting to search me out. His presence
was so strong and there was just this huge feeling that he wanted
IN. Then in a swift action of his wrist the door was gone. He was
in and the door went crashing into a bank of video shelves.
People scattered. This vamp laid in on me with incredible force
and fury. I had so many boots to the ribs. I flew in six million
directions. The only thing I remember other than seeing my blood
everywhere was that he was going to kill me. Again, he must have
known my connections to the hunters. I was laying there on top of
a huge wire storage cage, with this violent punk kid on top of
me, only his teeth were those of a pirhana and he was ready for
some dinner. The last thing I remember was his face drawing
awfully close to mine.
vamp conclusions:
in my meetings w/ these presences, the overwhelming lesson I
have learned is that they don't like my friends at all, and that
they think they can use me to get to my friends. Of course, these
meetings occurred in dreams, but to me dreams are just as much a
part of reality as everything else we experience. Please pray for
my friends, whoever they may be.
Giveaway Boy
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