Glass of Rum

The glass in my hand is almost full of rum. Decent rum, not ostentations but not the sort of thing people too young to legally drink mix with coke-cola and call “cuba-libre”. Anyway, it is rum, and that is my third glass. Second sip, I realize. Can barely feel the **** in it. The sensation goes away too fast. I would love to feel sorry for myself, for that.

Would love to feel sorry for myself, for that. Would settle for feel sorry for myself for anything, not that I am thinking about. But, fuck!

Life is horror for humans in this universe! Most of them don’t ever realize. I was one of those, up to less than a decade ago.

Nowadays, I have the privilege of knowing what time is it. What right someone, some thing, like me still has to feel sorry for itself? Not much, if I am being honest. Being turned into a vampire, this special deal I got. All that is a lot better than what was in stock for me until that point in my existence. When I crossed the pat of something inhuman.

Today, little after sundown, when I was still sleepy, someone told me there are talks about disclosure. Make the existence of vampires public. Get our families and Nocturnal Courts in the news, get us rights in human Legislative Houses, get us civil and political rights perhaps.

I am 100% supportive of this idea, regardless of how crazy and surreal it may sound.

Albeit, I am not sure if it would be enough to shatter the illusion humans cultivate, about themselves and their position in existence.

This is not an adventure. Life in this universe is not a comedy, or a pornographic tale with plot. We all live a horror story, and the humans are in a role more unlucky than most. Human live is short, full of pain, and ends in stupid ways, followed by nothing. Every figurant gets to cultivate the illusion of being the main character, I suppose. Humanity needs that illusion more than anyone else, because their role is the most pathetic.

Among those who have the capacity to understand they are alive and destined to eventually die, I mean. Of course, you can say a pig or a chicken have a more pathetic role in existence than your average human and get no argument from me.

Poetical existence. Humans are the ones created in the image of “God”, quote and quote. Metaphorically speaking.

Our universe is the product of intelligent design, not blind fate. It is one small part of a larger design, and I will not pretend I understand the purpose. I know enough to bet there is a purpose. Who is behind that, is not an individual, but a collective of some sort. A race of aliens that look a lot like humans. According to, well, lets postpone that. Anyway, from solid source, the race that created everything we can see, and calculate, in our physical reality, their ancestors once had characteristics very similar to those of the humans we know. Here, on Earth.

That is why you will find humans in many populated planets in this universe, and other universes connected to ours. If you even happen to get the chance to travel from our galaxy to other places.

Of course, not all planets have anything like humans. Our planed didn’t, for most the time when there was life here. As you know.

So, you could say that humanity is important even in the large scheme of things, somehow. And still, individually, humans are about as pathetic and miserable as any linguistic organism can be.

Human condition has, however, in its favour, the fact that it allows the proper enjoyment of rum. I miss that, as a vampire.

If I could go back to that conversation, I would add this in my request.

My case is not unique, but it happened only one time in our planet.

I didn’t knew anything about vampires, or the actual origin of our universe, or our place in the larges scheme of things. I was captured by a vampire, to be drained slowly and eventually killed. For a couple of months, I was kept naked in a basement. Mind-control powers preventing my escape. Someone else was there, another prisoner, and in this **** circumstance we forged a bond.

By luck we escaped, for a moment, and I cannot say why but I do sacrificed my chance to keep running to buy this person an extra moment.

I was hopping to die instead of being recaptured, but the worse happened. I regained conscience back in captivity. Next morning, the place was stormed by something from a different order of reality. Far beyond the powers of any vampire, let alone the vampires on Planet Earth.

The person I helped escape was somehow important for one of those aliens, the beings responsible for the creation of our universe.

In a moment of whimsical generosity, this fellow was offering me this blessing. The explanation about what my universe is, what was my place in it, and how far I could or could not hope to go. She asked if I would like to stay as I was, forget all that experience. To live the rest of my human life as it should have been if I had never met any vampire.

Or, I would like to move, possibly for a planet without any supernatural being. Possibly to a planet with other supernatural beings, just no vampire.

I don’t wanted to move from my country, say nothings about the Galaxy where it is. However, now I knew about vampires. They always existed, always hunted defenceless humans. Just my knowledge about them had changed.

“Vampires live in families, where they guide and protect their human relatives. They have special powers, granted by blood-seeds each vampire had dormant in their organism when they where humans still. My people designed and planted those blood-seeds long time ago, before that universe existed, we have being using the process for some time. In many different universes.

I will not make you immensely powerful. Will not make you the most powerful being on Earth. That would be, disproportional, considering the favour you made without intention. If you like, I can make you a vampire, and let you choose what potential powers you would like to have. I will leave you registered as the head of a new vampire family, so you would not be hunted like a lowlife vampire by the proper civilized vampires. Like that individual who captured you was”

I made that deal!

So, I got myself the best portfolio of powers I was able to imagine. Next day, I was rich beyond my dreams, living in the stronghold of an ancient vampire family. Recently destroyed in Nocturnal Court politics.

Better informed about the horrors of existence in this universe than most ancient vampires on Earth. With a small but solid base of power, a family name than carries no weight in the Nocturnal Civilization. Just the rights and tools to give potential adversaries reason to pause. With that, the privilege of being able to protect my human relatives, any friends I choose to take under my wings.

The power to turn humans into vampires, as only vampires with the Royal Seed can. A limited, but considerable, number of empty sits to distribute in my house. That is how many new vampires I can create, if I choose to. I suppose I will have to, eventually.

I could not have got all the powers available. There are limits for how much a single individual can have. Even as potential blood-seeds to develop.

My priority was to get powers that would give me a safer position in existence.

There is a power, a blood-seed, that allows a vampire the capacity to consume human food and drinks. Like a human would. Digest it properly, replace most the need of consume blood. And with that comes the capacity to actually enjoy human recreative ****. Like humans enjoy them. Like they are supposed to be enjoyed. I didn’t got that blood-seed. Was not useful enough to me, didn’t looked like something important enough.

I wish I could fix that poor decision.

Because vampires never age. And forever is a long time to not being able to enjoy the sensation of being properly, certifiably, drunk.

And I cannot even feel that would be in my rights to feel sorry for myself, in that situation!

“Are you drinking this, or waiting for the bacteria in it to evolve into fishes?”