Mitternatch teaser 2

Hollywood... new age novels... folk lore from the past two hundred years... they all say the same thing; a vampire drinks blood. They have fangs that they use to puncture the skin in just the right way to cut into an artery that they simply latch onto and drink. Some say they drink through hollow teeth like straws, others say they only seal their lips around the injury to suckle away the hot liquid as if it was a soup.

Some humans believe themselves to be vampires. They attempt to drink blood, cosmetically alter themselves to get the fangs and sharp fingernails. They go to an extreme in order to mimic what they believe is "cool". But they don't know the true horrors. They think that vampires are the undead... you only wish you were dead. These humans hide from the sun, letting their bodies become pale as paste glue thinking that if they step out then they would light on fire. A real vampire has no such luck. The sun hurts, yes. It will place limbs and joints into such agony that you feel like you are being tortured and all you can do to save yourself is lay still and scream until a shadow passes over you giving you momentary relief. But you don't light on fire, or at least... I haven't yet.

Silly people think that to turn into a vampire you have to die from some infection caused by a bite or scratch or some silly superstition like that. Whoever thought that up was in a whole world of their own because that's not how it is.

Real vampires are hard to see.

Real vampires are not dead, only their souls are.

Real vampires do not drink blood...

Real vampires... they eat what the Japanese call Onibi. In America they have several names; witch's lantern, willow o'whisp, orbs. They are basically wondering souls.

And real vampires turn in a very strange way. A body gets sealed within a cocoon. Inside all you can see in the soft white that is a strange mixture of fog and cotton, eventually you stop trying to struggle and you fall asleep. There are no dreams, only knowledge; knowledge from others that had undergone the same gestation. It's odd, I know, and for me it was torturous. It flooded in like whispers and shouts overlaid like four crowds suddenly smashed into one. I couldn't understand any of it, I still have trouble. I can still hear the whispers though they have died away, they only go away when I'm with one of my brothers.

Once the body has undergone this unique transference of state of being and mind, there is a need to breathe. I remember clawing, tearing and pulling like a madman at the cocoon that held me like a womb. When I finally broke free, I had to push past cobwebs that where large and sticking to the odd pink film that slipped down my body. I was happy to breathe, to take in the are that held little feeling.

People think the first thing they see would be darkness, but not here. Not in this sacred place where the vampires must be birthed. The chamber a strange dusty pink color, just like the film that was on my body, it was like the inside of your mother.

Because the sacred chamber is alive.

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Another teaser for a story that I will pick up soon as I'm done with one I am working on.