BLOODSUCKERS

 

Bloodsuckers

As reported by Mike Kelly

Dalinda remembered the day she became kindred almost like it was yesterday. As a mortal, she had always been a “Goth,” dressing in black, wearing black makeup, and listening to Gothic music while smoking clove cigarettes. Despite all this, Dalinda never actually believed that Vampires really existed; she just liked pretending to be one, dressing up and playing the part. She thoroughly enjoyed being counted as one of the more sophisticated among the Vampire sub-culture of Los Angeles.

That all changed one night when she and her friends were having a rather a wild evening at the Cat Walk, a very popular club in Los Angeles. This club was located in the basement of a large high rise building in the downtown district. It catered exclusively to the Goth’s style and taste, pampering them with black walls, black lights, and purple velvet furniture and tarot card readings. Dalinda had just turned twenty, and while her friends mingled, she lounged on one of the purple couches while waiting to have her fortune read. She relaxed and closed her eyes, sipping from a rather large Bloody Mary.

Dalinda loved the loud sensual music that pounded throughout the club. As she sat there and let her body fill with the rhythm, she felt elated with the knowledge that she only had one more year before she could drink in a “real” club. The Cat Walk was an underground club, open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. It sold alcoholic and drugged drinks to anyone who had the cash to buy them. Since the club only allowed regulars and the friends of regulars as patrons, the chances of being busted by LA’s finest were slim.

As usual, Dalinda’s thoughts were filled with sex. Still a virgin, she was approaching the age where her slim figure was beginning to acquire womanly curves and the admiring glances of most men. The question in her mind lately had been, “Which one will be the one?”

With each passing day (hour, really) Dalinda was certain that twenty was a good age to lose her virginity. She hoped that a tarot card reading would provide her with the information she needed, enabling her to make a wise choice in which man would have the honor of deflowering her. As she waited patiently for her turn at the Tarot cards, a handsome man entered the club. He displayed a proud, arrogant look. He was dressed completely in black and wore his equally black hair long. Clean-shaven, he had deep brown eyes that seemed to transmit to Dalinda what she had hoped the cards would reveal. He smiled warmly at her with a look suggesting that he

had known her all her life. He settled down on the purple couch right next to her and asked, “Are you waiting to have your fortune read?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. My name is Dalinda, and yours?” She replied.

“Yes, Dalinda, I’ve known your name for some time now. Mine is Paul,” he said with a mature sensuality burning in his deep brown eyes. “I have what you need, what you yearn for, what you’ve desired all your life.” His hands came close to Dalinda as he spoke. Dalinda felt a strange combination of sexual desire and deep fear begins to possess and overwhelm her. It made her feel warm and a little dizzy at the same time. She placed her drink on the table next to the couch and lightly touched one of Paul’s hands with her black fingernails. Even from where she sat, she could feel an erotic, yet cold energy emanating from them.

“You know what I desire?” Dalinda asked. “And what could that possibly be?” A knowing look of sexual lust filled her eyes.

Paul moved even closer to Dalinda until their bodies touched slightly. He placed his hands on Dalinda’s hair, moving it away to expose the pale flesh of her neck, which he then began to massage. He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered: “You and I both know that your time has come. Relax. This is a most pleasant experience, after all.” Paul’s lips gave her ear a light, airy kiss then worked their way down to her neck, which pulsated with eager anticipation for his touch. Dalinda closed her eyes, and a deep groan of pleasure escaped her as her hands reached out and pulled Paul closer to her where she held him tight.

Dalinda felt Paul’s lips against her neck, and at first the kiss was erotic; it then deepened and became very intense until she felt her entire body fill with a warmth that was almost orgasmic. After a moment during which she was totally spellbound, Paul removed his face from her neck, revealing his Vampire fangs. His mouth and the area around it were covered with blood, her blood.

“You are one of us, now. I know that this was not quite what you were hoping for and expecting, my drinking deeply of your sweet, virgin blood, but, trust me; you’ll make a fine Vampire, for it seems that you were born to be one…”

Dalinda awoke with a start. The monorail had just pulled into Little Chicago. She silently chuckled to herself. It would be two hundred years before David would finally give her what she thought Paul had wanted to give her that night long ago--her womanhood. She now possessed it for the first time in her life and she had David to thank for it.

Dalinda exited the monorail, and standing in the falling twilight, pulled a small mirror from her purse and began to examine herself. Despite falling asleep on the monorail, her makeup was still intact and her hair perfect, not a single strand out of place.

She began walking in the direction of the club where she would find David. As she entered Little Chicago, she noticed

that in its own way, it was just as full of life as Little Paris, where she preferred to live. Only the ambiance was different;

it was more glitzy and the people more gregarious. While it was true that Little Chicago didn’t have the art galleries, the French cafes or the European culture, it did have jazz music, something unheard of in Little Paris.

Dalinda’s ears filled with the sweet sounds of American Jazz and knew that in order to find David, all she had to do was follow that sound. It was a sweet sound, rising and falling like the ocean waves had done in Huntington Beach.

With her vampiric hearing, Dalinda tuned her ears to the Jazz music and listened attentively for the sounds emitted from David’s piano. At first, the piano’s music drifted to her faintly from a distance; then, as she tuned into it more intently, the sounds grew louder and louder until they filled her entire soul. Dalinda felt her sexual excitement grow as each note was caressed from the piano keys. Then she, too, drifted towards the music, filled with anticipation at seeing David once again.

She walked among the brick buildings that dominated Little Chicago until she finally reached the jazz club where David played. Dalinda drew many glances of admiration from the Chicago Vampires who appreciated her alluring French demeanor.

Dalinda entered the smoke-filled club where many a Vampire tried to look cool holding a clove cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. In one corner of the club, she saw David stroking each key on the piano, engrossed in the music. As Dalinda walked seductively toward the band, she discreetly adjusted her clothing to enhance her sensual movements. As David noticed her coming towards him, he smiled at her with a knowing look, signaling that he, too, was enraptured by the music. The two other band members, one on bass and the other on drums, were equally absorbed in the sounds cascading around them.

As she neared David, she fantasized that each stroke he gave the piano keys was really a longing to touch her body.

Dalinda began to feel the essence of the music so that in time she was consumed by it, no longer hearing it, but embracing it with her desire for him. She grew even more excited as she gave way to her yearnings. Dalinda stopped about fifteen feet away from him, swaying to the rhythm. Her hands gently touched her body, starting at her upper thighs from where they slid sensually upward until they reached her swelling breasts.

Suddenly the music stopped. Dalinda opened her eyes, smiled, and walked to within a few feet of David.

“You’re more beautiful now than I remember you. My, what a woman you are!” David said, his lustful eyes traveling up and down Dalinda’s tall, slim body, telling her that he deeply desired her.

“I seem to have blossomed, much like a rose, after being taken by a new lover,” Dalinda replied, closing the distance between them until their bodies touched. She reached out to stroke his face, gently at first, just a slight caress with the edge of her fingertips. She immediately sensed, however, that something was different. There was a new scent about him, a scent of death that she had smelled before…

“Tracy!” Dalinda whispered, recognizing the scent of a kindred female Vampire on her first, and so far, only lover.

“David,” she crooned, kissing his ear gently. “Have you seen my friend Tracy recently? I heard she’s been visiting the space colony.”

“Why, yes, now that you mention it. She has been around the bar lately.” David seemed a little nervous at the look in her eyes coupled with her strange combination of jealous questions and soft caresses.

“And what, may I ask, were you two doing?” Dalinda asked, as she kissed David’s neck.

“Nothing, really. She just came by briefly to listen to a few tunes--that’s all.”

Dalinda then bit deeply into David’s neck with her Vampire fangs, drawing fresh blood into her. David screamed loudly, then suddenly grew very silent. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to the other Vampires in the bar, she lifted her head, exposing her bloody mouth for all to see. David’s lifeless body slumped forward onto the piano, his fingers never again to stroke the keys.

“I think that it’s time for a new piano player, don’t you?” Dalinda asked as she looked around with a dazed expression. “Perhaps somebody a little less mortal. After all, he could have only played for another thirty to forty years, anyway,” Dalinda commented as she looked from one band member to the other. “I’m afraid I didn’t leave any for you two; I’ve drained him quite dry. You know, I really must learn to mind my manners while in public.”

Dalinda walked away from the piano to take a seat at the bar. The band resumed playing, minus the piano parts, of course. After a while, a kindred Vampire approached the piano, brushed aside David’s lifeless body, sat down on the bench, and began playing. He played a spirited jazz number, and although stimulating, it lacked the soul and depth of feeling which David’s playing embodied.

“A Bloody Mary, please,” Dalinda told the bartender, smiling to herself. “Perhaps a Vampire lover wouldn’t be such a bad idea,” she thought. “Maybe it’s about time I became blood-bound.” As she sat there musing over the possibilities, she stared intently at the Vampire piano player, sucking her Bloody Mary all the while……

First of all, there ARE NO real vampires – and never has been any. But there are plenty of people out there who THINK they are vampires – and these people can be quite dangerous.

There are many police reports of murders by members of the Goth sub-culture who took the idea of being Gothic to the extreme. In addition to the black clothing and black hair, those who were part of it had their eye-teeth changed into fang things and enjoy drinking blood.

There are several well documented police cases of deviant individuals who were alleged to have indulged in vampiristic activities:

In Seattle a 29-year-old man who thought he was a vampire is alleged to have violated the corpse of a 12 and a half-year old girl, mutilated her genitalia and drunk her blood.

In San Francisco a 19-year-old man dug up corpses, sexually abused them and then masturbated. He described himself as being in a state of great sexual excitement during these activities.

Perhaps one of the most striking examples of this type of grossly abnormal behavior is that of a 30 year old man who lived in New York who is alleged to have stabbed sheep while sexually abusing them but he also sexually mutilated and killed numerous women and children whilst allegedly indulging in vampiristic activities.

There is a name for people who take the Goth thing a little too far: “Clinical Vampirism”. This mental disease is characterized by periodic compulsive blood drinking, affinity with the dead and uncertain identity. There are many theories as to why people indulge in vampiristic activities, sexual satisfaction being just one of them.

Clinical Vampirism is thought to exist alongside, or to be part of other clinical conditions. It is seen not infrequently in association with serious sexual offending, where biting and possibly the ingestion of blood may not be uncommon. It has also been suggested that vampiristic activities might well have their origins in or be associated with schizophrenic processes. Whatever the cause or form of its manifestation, vampiristic activity appears to occur in individuals functioning at a very primitive mental and emotional level. This may explain the suggestion of the possible close connection between alleged clinical vampirism and schizophrenic disorders.

The first recorded “Goth” was in Germany in 1901 when a Poet named Relina dressed in black and had black hair and nails began reciting poetry in Munich that had as its subject matter coffins, undead creatures and bloodsuckers. She was a very popular poet for the time and even had coffins on stage when she would recite her poems.

However, the Goth movement did not actually gain popularity until the late 1970’s when the band Bauhaus released their first single, "Bela Lugosi's Dead", in September 1979. Bauhaus were unmistakably Goth in music, looks, lyrics, art and style right from their first single. In many ways they were the archetypal Goth band.

By 1980/81 Goth bands were beginning to emerge in large numbers - Danse Society, Play Dead, The Sisters of Mercy- and the Cure had abandoned their New Wave sound and created a unique "gothic" sound of their own. In February 1981 Abbo from UK Decay tagged the new musical movement "gothic", but it was to be another year or so before the movement really got going.

The crucial period for the development of Goth into a fully-fledged subculture is mid 1982 to mid 1983, with particular emphasis on October 1982 as the month the new movement suddenly started receiving major media attention when the Batcave opened up.

The Batcave is considered to be the first “Goth” club and thus became a major rallying-point for the emerging London scene and also attracted a lot of media attention, which in turn spread the idea of a new subculture around the country. In the wake of the Batcave, similar clubs opened around the country, and the Batcave itself went "on tour", giving Goths outside London somewhere to gather.

Thus, the Batcave had a major impact on Goth fashion and popularity. Essentially, it added a huge dose of "glam" and media attention to the emerging subculture.

Now, in every major city in the world – you’ll find a “Goth” club – a good example is the Catwalk in Seattle. The Catwalk is open from 11PM to 7AM, you must wear black to get in and the favorite drink served is a Bloody Mary.

Are all Goths Vampires? No – there is those who just dress in black for fun and are more into the music than anything else. But, if they stay in the movement long enough, they will eventually come in contact with those who do indeed believe they are Vampires.

The Vampire Goths and the dress-up Goths look exactly alike – both wear black, are very pale and have black hair – but the Vampires have taken their hobby one step further and now believe they are undead creatures of the darkness.

These people also believe a wooden stake through the heart, decapitation, and incinerating their body completely will kill them. I should hope so – it would kill off any human being actually.

These Vampires may belong to a “Coven” – a group of people with similar beliefs to their own. If the Coven beliefs in Sexual Vampirism - A relatively rare variety of vampirism that feeds primarily from sexual energy then the Coven will have social events that are basically sex orgies.

The good news is that most “Sexual Vampires” are perfectly harmless; they just want to get laid like the rest of us.

I actually interviewed a person who believed that she was a vampire for this story. She is a beautiful gal, pale skin, thin and completely dressed in black. Her hair is very long, black and straight. She considers herself to be a “Sexual Vampire” – a vampire that needs sex regularly to survive, one who draws energy from her sexual relationships.

ARE VAMPIRES REAL?

Yes, we are. And no, we're not going away.

IS VAMPIRISM A RELIGION?

Contrary to what "some groups" would have you think, no, it's not a religion. A religion is a belief structure followed by a mass (however large or small) of people. Most vampires tend to have different beliefs, outlooks and life philosophies, the same as everyone else. There are vampires who are Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Atheist, Wiccan, or any other religious (or non-religious!) path you can think of. Those that promote a "vampire religion" are not selling anything any more valid than any other religion. Just hold on to your wallet, mmmkay? :)

CAN VAMPIRES GO OUT IN THE SUN?

Certainly! It's just not fun because most of us are photosensitive to one degree or another. How well it's tolerated depends on the person - it's affected, at least in part (but not entirely) , by their genetics. For example, someone who already has pale skin will already be very prone to sunburn if they're out in the sun too long. Someone who tans easily certainly won't burn as badly under "average" exposure times, if at all. It all depends on the person.

Personally, I'm a big believer in liberal applications of QUALITY sunscreen (I have a list over here), and keeping a good portion of my skin covered while in the sun. (Typically, in the summer I'll still be wearing long pants and sometimes long sleeves. I also work in an air-conditioned workplace, so I have an excuse for "wearing too much.")

AREN'T PEOPLE CLAIMING TO BE VAMPIRES JUST CRAZY?

We're actually more sane than you think. Of course, that begs the next question: Crazy relative to what? Religious fanatics who refuse to have a reasonable conversation with anyone who doesn't agree with them? Politicians who insist on taxing the poor and giving to the rich (as if THAT is ever a sane way to support a country...)? Sports fans who paint their faces and bodies in the teams colors and run around half naked, screaming, during half-time? People driving while talking on their mobile phone, and being unable to control their car as a result? "Crazy" is all a matter of perspective. :)

The answer to this starts back in the middle of the 17th century (the 1600's).

At that time, there began to be a number of localized "panics" in Eastern Europe and Greece, in which people in various towns and villages went more-or-less berserk and became convinced that they were being haunted, harassed and sometimes, killed by something that resembled a person who had recently been buried. Contrary to what you may have read, these "panics" were not caused by a failure to understand how bodies normally decay, or ignorance about diseases, or anything like that. These "panics" almost all happened in places where the religion was (or was very influenced by) Eastern Orthodox Christianity. Orthodox Christianity had very specific teachings about the relationship of the soul to the body after death, its connection to the physical body, and the immense importance of correct funeral rituals and the condition of the soul when the person died. These are the factors that allowed the belief in "vampires" to develop.

The "panics" happened after the community started to experience waves of unexplained paranormal phenomena. (These waves happen constantly, everywhere, and have taken on different contexts in different cultures and times.) The events almost never involved people actually thinking something bit them and drank their blood. "Vampire" hauntings included poltergeist-like phenomena (dishes smashed, noises, furniture thrown around -- including people being dumped out of bed onto the floor -- food being eaten or destroyed, etc.), apparitions (people saw the recently deceased skulking around); night-hag phenomena (people waking up with a sense of a heavy weight on their chest, a sensation of smothering, terror, sometimes seeing a dark shape); incubus/succubus visitations ("vampires" seemed to love sex!) and sometimes, further deaths (either a known disease or mysterious wasting away).

When the community had grown terrified enough, it would run around digging up graves (strictly forbidden in Orthodox Christianity), starting with the person whose apparition had been seen. In some cases, hysteria was so high that the local people convinced themselves that the body was in a state that was "unnatural" (basically, undecayed) although objective witnesses who were not Eastern Orthodox Christians and not affected by the hysteria reported that the body seemed pretty seriously decayed to them.

One of the reasons for this delusion by hysterical witnesses is that in Eastern Christianity, it was believed that the body would stay undecayed if the soul was restless, excommunicated, or otherwise not in a state of Grace. Since the person who'd been exhumed was walking around and making trouble, the victims expected the body to correspond with the obvious state of the soul, and that's what they saw, so matter what their noses and eyes told them.

Western Christianity did NOT teach this about lost souls and their bodies, and in fact, it was saints and the very holy who remained "incorrect" after death in Western tradition. There was no "vampire" belief in countries where Roman-Catholicism was the predominant religion, because of this. Anyway, these "vampire" panics continued intermittently for about a century and then seemed to die down and recede. In the meantime, they were observed and written about by a number of academics, clerics, authorities and travelers, all of whom were bemused by what they saw.

Although there were many words for these revenants, "vampire" is the one that got into English and stuck there. Why, and where this word really came from, is a matter of great disagreement, and I recommend an essay in Alan Dundes' The Vampire: A Casebook if you're really interested. Anyway, whatever this bogeyman was called in the local language, it was usually one of numerous related words derived from Slavic and that often had some relationship to words meaning "werewolf".

DO YOU NEED SEX TO SURVIVE?

Yes, indeed I do, I draw life-energy from sex – both with women and men. Most women vampires are bi-sexual. If I don’t “feed” (have sex) often – say at least three times a week – I will die. I love sex and could have sex everyday easily. Sexual Vampires don’t drink blood, kill or anything like that. Sex is everything to us and we draw our life energy from the act of sex – the more sex we have the healthier we are.

GOTH DOLLS

Nothing is cuter than a Goth doll. Easy to do. First of all, order your doll with fair skin and black hair.

Now the fun begins – go to your favorite Goth clothing store and buy cool Goth outfits that will fit your doll. Black Stockings, Plaid Skirts, tattoos!

I myself LIKE the Black Satin dresses with a deep plunging neckline that Goths are known for.

When you photograph your doll - coffins, skulls and bones are cool to use as props.

Here’s a perfect fantasy – you meet this Goth gal at a Goth club – she’s a Sexual Vampire and asks you back to her place for a little fun. You show up and – she’s got a Gothic sex doll – all dressed up and ready to go!

Kali – the cute little 1st-PC Goth doll pictured in this article is a classic example of a Goth doll – pale skin, cool outfits and hair -- and she’s owned by a Goth gal – some guy’s fantasy is a reality here!

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