REL GENRL Interview With A Vampire

The Highlander

Contributing Member

Hello, my name is Jack Van Helsinging. I am a reporter. My name may sound strangely familiar to you, as it bears a striking similarity to that of the infamous Van Helsing, the vampire killer. I can assure you that we share nothing in common when it comes to life callings, but we do share one thing in common; we have both encountered and interviewed a vampire.


Yes, you may be very surprised to know that they do exist and walk among us. Yet, you may also be surprised and astonished at where you will find them lurking. They are closer to many of you than you think, and already hold some of you captive under their enchanted spell.


Recently, I had the uncanny fortune of meeting a modern day vampire. He gave me an audience for the purpose of interviewing him in order that the public might more fully understand he and his kind. The following is a transcript of that time together. Read it, and ponder your own fate.


(For reasons of personal security, his name and place of residence will remain a secret. He will simply be referred to throughout the interview as, “Brother Alucard”)


JVH: “Brother Alucard, thank you so much for taking the time to talk with me.”


BA: “You’re welcome Jack. I think that it is very important for others to know a little more about us; who we are and what we are all about.”


JVH: “I agree. I am sure that our conversation will uncover details of your existence that will be both enlightening and shocking to our readers.”


BA: “Of that, my friend, I am sure.” (He then broke into an eerie laughter. It made my hair stand on end.)


JVH: “Yes, well, let’s get straight to the point. Sorry, pardon the pun. How old are you?”


BA: “Old enough.”


JVH: “Okay then. Let me ask you, when and how did you become a vampire?”


BA: “I can only say that I felt that it was a calling of sorts. I always had a thirst for power and control, I just did not know how to channel or use it. Then, at the young age of 17, I was introduced to the order of vampires of which I am a part. An older, and much wiser, as well as persuasive vampire, turned me. He took me under his wing. He said he saw great potential and extraordinary gifting in me. All of the others in the order encouraged me to pursue my calling and develop my gifts. They said that I could become one of the greatest who has ever lived. Yet, they also told me that such potential must be honed and certain skills keenly developed in order to ascend the ladder of vampiric power. So, with all haste, they sent me away to be trained.”


JVH: “You gotta be kidding, right? A school for vampires?”


BA: “Oh yes! There are many of them around the land. They are staffed by some of the more crafty and academic of our kind. The purpose of the education was to train me in many of the finer arts of speech, manipulation, knowing the history of our order, understanding how to prey upon human fears for a greater goal of power and control. I learned how to fund our cause financially, and how to build greater edifices that would be used to cloak our activities in acceptable cultural garb. I must say that it was quite a heady experience, and the pride that I walked away with for our kind, fills me even to this day.”


JVH: “So, this vampire stuff has a lot to do with power and control?”


BA: “Oh yes, my friend. In my position, it is all about power, control, and manipulation. I have learned through years how to sway a human soul to do my bidding through the simple telling of the right story, at the right time, with the right voice, and the proper look in my eyes. The statement, “Look into my eyes”, means more than you know. Shape shifting is a specialty of ours. We can become whatever we need to be, depending on the crowd we are with.”


JVH: “Wait a second! Shape shifting? What do you mean?”


BA: “I mean that I can be whatever someone needs me to be or I need to be, in order to get what I want. If I am with politically conservative, white evangelical southerners, I can be their poster boy. If I am among the political left, I can say all the politically correct things that I need to in order to gain their trust. Right now, our order is making great advances among the more conservative wing.”


JVH: “Please continue.”


BA: ” I can produce tears when I must, and smiles when truly needed. I can instill terror and fear into the deepest recesses of the human psyche by painting exquisite portraits of eternal terror and present punishment. I know how to prey upon the weak, as well as divide and conquer the strong. I can exploit the ignorant with lies, and plunder the undiscerning in my greed. In fact, my heart has been trained in greed. To say that my eyes are full of adultery, both of the physical and of the spiritual sort, might not be far from the truth. And truth, well, let’s just say, that it is a matter of personal interpretation. After all, what is truth?”


JVH: “How do you sustain your life? Historically, it has been by the blood of others. Is that still true?” (Again he laughed. It was creepy).


BA: “Jack, Jack. That is so crass. Blood represents the life of another. If you are asking if I live by feeding on the souls of others, well, my answer is, but of course. Blood, no. Souls, yes. I crave their approval. I need their affection. I want their devotion and attention. I want them to honor me for who and what I am. I want them to come to me with their needs and offer me and our order their undying service and love. Loyalty to the order is crucial to our survival. The old ways must be sustained and preserved. New ideas must only be used for the express purpose of gathering more souls for our consumption.”


JVH: “Um, let’s see. Do you have any weaknesses? Is there anything that scares you?”


BA: “SONlight. We have a strong aversion to being exposed to SONlight for any period of time. We are only equipped to operate under the cover of darkness and deceit. SONlight is the death knell to our kind. The results of over exposure is certain death and transformation. Not something we are avidly seeking.


JVH: “How about crosses? Do they bother you?”


BA: “The cross is so repugnant and repelling to us! It means we must die. To apply it to ourselves means that our greed, our lust, our thirst for control and power, our agendas, our very selves must be put to death! No! No! This cannot happen. We run from the cross. Once again, to embrace it means certain death and transformation. As I said, these are not things that we are looking to experience.”


JVH: “And mirrors?”


BA: “Can’t use them. We cannot see ourselves because of what we are. Where there is no life, there is no reflection.”


JVH: “Are you a religious man?”


BA: “Yes Jack. VERY, VERY religious. In fact, I, well, WE, love religion. You could say it pays the bills.”


JVH: “So I suppose you want your kind to multiply?”


BA: “But of course! We will travel to the far corners of the earth just for the chance to reach one who is willing to be turned. Our zeal knows no boundaries, and cursed be any who get in our way!” With that outburst, I knew that our time was growing short. He was getting a little testy, and his eyes were getting a strange red look to them. I figured that I had better wrap this interview up.


JVH: “Well, Brother Alucard, I really must be going, but before I do, I would like to ask you one final question. IS that alright?”


BA: “Certainly Jack. What is it?”


JVH: “All of us have to make a living to survive. I am a writer. Would you mind telling me what you do?”


BA: “Not at all my friend. Maybe you will know by my title. Some call me Doctor. Others call me Reverend, and some just call me Pastor.”


When he spoke those words, he had a slight smile, and behind the smile, I saw the faint glimmer of fangs. I knew it was time for me to leave, and I did.


Remember, Jesus said, “See to it that you are not misled; for many will come in My name, saying, “I am He,’ and, “The time is near.’ DO NOT go after them.” (Luke 21:8) There are still plenty of “Dung dealers and poo-poo peddlers” (Philippians 3:8), among us today, who are preaching and peddling a works based, man centered, fear instilling, graceless and merciless gospel. They are seeking to suck the life out of unsuspecting souls. Like a vampire, they prey on the innocent and desire nothing but control and power. The gospel they preach is one that leads to bondage and death. They do not seek to feed the sheep, but fleece them. They do not care to protect the sheep, only to plunder them. I am afraid to say that their kind is increasing, and more are waiting in the wings to be turned. Like Brother Alucard in the fictitious interview above, they are working in many unsuspecting places. If you happen to run into one of these modern day religious vampires, expose them to all the SONlight you can, and hold the cross before them at all times! Who knows? You just may be used of God to restore a man to what God intended him to be all along…a human being fully alive!


Grace and Peace,


The Highlander


Ps. Yes, I did make up the interview.
 

dstraito

TB Fanatic
That was good. I wrote a vampire interview a few years ago. Seems like a good thread to post it as well.

Out Of The Coffin

Dressed in a long plaid skirt and a dark, long-sleeve top, Oprah announced the guest list for her show. “Today’s show has Texan Wilheim Von Dommit, author of the best-selling ‘Out Of The Coffin’. Later in the show is Dr. Phil talking about ‘Just Tell Your Kids to Exercise’.”

“Mr. Von Dommit’s book took the publishing community by surprise revealing a long kept secret, he’s a vampire. His book describes what it’s like to be a vampire, the centuries of prejudice and misunderstandings, and finally, it dispels a lot of the myths about modern day vampires. Welcome Wilheim Von Dommit.”

A tall blond haired man appeared on stage from the curtained partition. The featured author wearing white slacks, a solid blue silk shirt and a sports jacked walked over and shook Oprah’s hand. He took his sunglasses off his tanned face and sat down after Oprah did.

“Wilheim, can I call you that?”

“Please, just call me Bill.”

“Bill, I have to say, I expected you to look different, maybe wearing black Gothic or looking like Vincent Price, not a blue-eyed fair-skinned guy who looks like the club Tennis Pro.”

“I usually get that reaction. Most people expect me to wear a cloak.”

He looked up with a smile as the audience nervously laughed.

“America loves your book it seems with eight weeks on the New York Times’ best seller list. Many people have identified themselves to be Vampires but are usually found to be conforming to a lifestyle. Do you really believe you are a Vampire?”

“But of course, because I am.”

“How long have you been a Vampire?”

Stroking his chin, he answered “It has been about 200 years now.”

Oprah grinned as she rolled her eyes. “You don’t look a bit over 150.”

“Thank you.”

“What prompted you to write this book?”

Bill nodded his head saying “My kind has been persecuted for a long time. We are feared, discriminated against and hounded by over-zealous self-proclaimed Vampire Hunters. I just want everyone to know Vampires are people too.”

“So you just want to live and let live?”

“Sort of; except for the living part.”

“You write very well, I could hardly put the book down. How did you get to be such a good writer?”

“Well, I’ve had a couple of centuries to practice.” He said as the audience laughed again. “Actually, I belong to a writing club, the Dallas Fort-Worth Writer’s Workshop. My fellow members have incredible expertise and are very supportive. I have learned a lot.”

“It certainly shows; America loves it. What other skills do you have?”

“I’ve had the opportunity to study many subjects over time. I like languages.”

“What is your favorite language?”

“Why, Latin of course!”

When Oprah looked puzzled he continued. “It’s known as the Dead Language.”

The crowd boisterously laughed at this pun.

“I have traveled a lot and I speak almost all languages except Greek.”

“Rally, one of our camera men is from Germany. Stan, say something in German.”

Stan rattled off about twenty words in German and Oprah turned expectantly toward Bill.

Bill shrugged his shoulders and said “I don’t know that one, it’s Greek to me.”

The audience responded with another round of laughs and guffaws.

Bill then responded to Stan in German.

Stan nodded his head saying “Very good. Good accent too.”

This time the people applauded.

“So you wrote this book to reveal your, should I say Vampireness, to the public and come out, so-to-speak.”

“That is one of the reasons. I also wanted to end the prejudicial treatment most people display toward us. I am currently lobbying in Congress to include Vampires in the anti-discrimination and equal opportunity laws. It would make driving a stake through our hearts a hate crime.”

“You say ‘Us’. How many are there like you?”

“There are quite a few and as head of the North American clan, I decided to start a Vampire Awareness and Mentoring Program or V.A.M.P., to show the positive contributions we have made to society and to dissuade people from their Hollywood notions of who and what we are.”

“What contributions have, uh, your group made?”

“We have contributed in many areas of Science, Technology, Art, Literature, you name it. Many of us have even achieved fame through our accomplishments.” Nikola Tesla is an example. He was responsible for Alternating Current and the way we live today. When he was found to be a Vampire, Edison stole his patents and the U.S. Government tried to eradicate his accomplishments from the history books. Leonardo Da Vinci was one of the founding fathers. Of course, there have been a few misfits that just had trouble fitting in.”

“What do you mean?”

“There was one guy, a Count from Romania who was a little eccentric. He gave us a bad name. Then there is Michael Jackson and Dennis Rodman, but I don’t want to talk about them. We are in all walks of life. Your neighbor might be one of us.”
Oprah said “This is fascinating.” But Bill was not sure that she believed it.

“What’s it like to be a Vampire?”

“You get lonely sometimes and it’s sad when you friends outside the Vampire circle depart, leaving you on this Earth. There are pros and cons of being who I am. I am incredibly strong and have amassed more knowledge and wealth than one could in a normal lifetime. I can’t be hurt by conventional means and I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be. On the downside, I am not a big fan of sunlight, I have to sleep in a dirt-lined coffin, and I have to watch out for crazy people with Crosses and wooden stakes.”

“That list bit would be a downer all right. How about female companionship, do you do that sort of thing?”

“Oh yes, I am still drawn to the fairer sex. Another advantage of my longevity is mastering the Kama Sutra and other techniques from many different countries.” He paused for effect and then said “I have been told I am a cunning linguist.”

Half of the audience laughed, the other half were shaking their confused heads.

The noise subsided and Oprah said “So you have relations with women outside your group? Do they do so willingly?”

“Yes, yes. I never use my persuasiveness to make them do anything against their will, I just have to remember not to bite.”

“Are there women Vampires?”

“Yes, they are the same as us. They just get really steamed when they can’t put their makeup on.”

“Why can’t they put their makeup on?”

“They look in the mirror, no reflection.”

Oprah stood saying “I read that in your book. I have a large mirror that is being brought out.”

The mirror was brought out by a stage hand and Oprah asked Bill to stand in front of it.

“Sure.” He said rising from the chair.

The mirror was placed to one side and the audience gasped as they could see him but not his reflection. Oprah looked amazed as if she expected different results.
“We’ll be right back after these messages.” She said over the din of voices emanating from her crowd.

Off camera she said “That is pretty incredible Bill.”

“Kind of a nuisance really, hard to know if you really look your best.”

“Would you be willing to answer some questions from the audience?”

“Sure.”

Stan flashed her countdown to being back on the air.

“We’ve been talking to Bill Von Dommit, the best selling author of ‘Out Of The Coffin’. Now we’re going to give our audience a chance to ask Bill some questions.”
She went out into the crowd followed by the cameras. Walking up to a tall redhead in an clashing orange Hawaiian shirt she asked “What would you like to ask our guest?”

“Can you turn into a bat and fly?”

Chuckling, Bill shook his head saying “no, but I wish I could, it would save a fortune on airline tickets and taxis.”

Oprah moved on to a slightly overweight blonde with heavy makeup and held the microphone toward her.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“Not at the moment but I will be interviewing candidates after the show.”

Oprah walked back a few rows and stopped in front of a short skinny man. “How do you become a vampire and are you the boss?”

“I head up the group on this side of the pond. As to becoming one, a master has to, uh, initiate the process.”

Next to the skinny man a woman asked “Isn’t it true, that if the Master dies, all of the people he initiated will die?”

“That is a good question. Technically, we can’t die, but we can be destroyed and yes, everyone under their mentor will perish as well. You can think of it like an Amway pyramid scheme where I’m at the top.”

A man wearing priest clothing came forward and took the mike from Oprah. “Aren’t you an abomination to GOD? Don’t you have to feed on the blood of humans?”
In a more serious tone he answered “There are different religions all around the world, each one thinking the other one is an abomination. We used to require a human host but we have evolved. We have associations with blood banks around the country and we contract for the blood that is deemed unusable for regular folks. I guess in a pinch, we could substitute a pig or even a cow, but not for long.”

The priest-like man pulled a hammer and a wooden stake out of a Wal-Mart bag and advanced past Oprah toward the stage. She shouted “Security” as the man stepped on the stage with malice in his eyes. Two feet away from Bill, a burly security guard wrapped his arms around the man and rushed him out of sight.

“See, that is the kind of intolerance I am talking about. Some people want to destroy anybody that is different from them. We need to bridge the gap so we can all coexist.”

Oprah called for a station break saying Dr. Phil would be on next.

Dr. Phil strolled out to the stage, waving to the crowd. That seemed to settle them down a bit from the security incident.

She greeted him as he launched into his spiel. “Oprah, I was going to bring a message to parents everywhere. Obesity is a problem that is running rampant in our society and as parents; we can’t sit back and allow that to happen. However, I am fascinated by your previous guest.” Dr. Phil reached over and shook Bill’s hand.

“Bill,” He said. “It sounds to me like you have some deep-seated issues. I think my book, ‘Self Matters’ could really benefit you.” He launched into his self-promoting mode quoting from one of his own books. “When you look in the mirror, who is truly hiding beneath that face.”

Bill laughed at him saying “Didn’t you see the earlier segment; mirrors hold no attraction for me.”


“I think my book ‘Self Matters: Creating Your Life From The Inside Out’ could really help you find your ‘authentic self’ and think beyond the fears and excuses that have masked the person you’ve always wanted to be. Another one of my books, ‘In Life Strategies: Doing What Works, Doing What Matters’ has 10 Life Laws that every person needs to know.”

“Dr. Phil, I don’t have a life.”

“Everyone feels that way, but with my techniques, you could improve virtually every aspect of your life.”

“You don’t understand, I meant I am not alive.” He said looking at the chuckling audience.

“My Life Strategies Workbook will enable you to confront your problems, identify the causes, and start working toward permanent solutions; allowing you to adapt my strategies to your own personal needs.”

Oprah looked toward the director seeming as if she knew she lost control of the show.

“You know what you are doing is not fulfilling and that you can do better.”
Dr. Phil said earnestly.

Bill looked over at Oprah and said “I’m sorry.” He bared his teeth letting his incisors extend. He leaned over and bit Dr. Phil’s neck, leaving a gaping hole where his jugular should have been. Wiping his mouth with a handkerchief he said “That man is insufferable.”

Dr. Phil fell to the ground writhing, his hand over his neck.

Applause spontaneously erupted from the audience.
 
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