Question by Lis: How Can I make my (vampire) story more appealing?
I don’t want it to be another typical vampire story. Would anyone have any suggestions? How does it sound so far in terms of understanding what the story is about? Thanks 🙂

ARSENI:
I am, as you will discover, flesh and blood, but not human. I haven’t been human for three hundred years. That morning I was not a vampire for the very first time of my existence. For the first time, I set out to become what I became.

I walked all night, I walked as I had walked years and years before, when my mind was swarmed with the guilt of killing. I had thought of all the things I had done, and couldn’t undo. And I longed for a moment’s peace. Whatever happened to me, I do not know. Yet I go on, night after night, as it was. I no longer feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion goes, and still is, with her.

So it was, when I’d given up the search for humans, that a human found me. For thirty years I had avoided that place. Yet I found my way back there with hardly an upward glance. Oh, how she was a gilded beautiful youth. Her eyes alone told the story of her age, staring out from under her doll-like curls, with a questioning that will one day need an answer.

There we were, we kept to ourselves, pondering the mysteries of each other. I stood on that deck, and I watched her whole magnificence as if it were my first. It was in the spring of 1899 in New York, and as soon I smelled the air, I knew I was home. She was rich, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. And after a while, as we both said our farewells, I walked the streets, savouring that long lost perfume.

That very morning, as I returned, I returned with a hunger I had never felt. Blood, to me, is a necessity. Companionship, I was to find, was a necessity as well. I watched her dine on heavy plates and drink from heavy glasses, mortals at her side, as is she. We are predators, whose all seeing eyes we are meant to give them detachment.

Out of curiosity, boredom, lust, who knows what, I left that old world behind, and came into hers. And there, a mechanical wonder allowed me to repent for the first time in a hundred years. And what repentance, as seen from the human eye, seemed to spread through me like a fire. Like a monster, to destroy us both.

I remember it completely, yet I cannot recall a feeling quite like it. Her, with her gilded beautiful youth, she comforts me for days, weeks, months, with my corruption of an eternity. As she rested, I set out and saw the last of my sunrise, prowling the night, feasting on whores and town maids, yet the blood of hers was what truly thrilled me best.

I stood in that courtyard, fearful she would come out into the night, revealed of what I truly was. And all the while, I thought, ‘Arseni, you deserve her vengeance. You have given her a dark gift, surrendered yourself into the very hands of God’s child. She has delivered you love, and a warm bed. An angel, oh my sweet, warm youth.’

And as I return, drained of death and hunger, there lays my warm angel, in tones of red, and yellow, and my long lost blue. She dreams of centuries long after this world, and why has she gone where I cannot follow? Oh, why is love, or any other human emotion like it, intensified by absence?

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Answer by Gus
You can’t! Vampires suck.

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