Halloween Story

I am a pure blood, which means vampire by birth. But I am originally from a small vampire town in German Bavaria. As pupils we all used to secretly read vampire stories written by humans – they are still the greatest joke books of all times – so I am acquainted with what people think of us – for most of them are not even humans and yet believe to be so -. I remember once in tenth class my friend and I burst out laughing at one we were reading, which caused us great trouble with the teacher.
Yet, all the stories in which people are turned to vampires are considered as 34+, for this process is in fact much more complicated than described in such books. So just imagine the chaos when an unfully grown up vampire and his or her –for example- elf friend read such a story, get extremely excited and decide to turn the elf into a vampire so that their parents can never separate them again. It could mean death for both!
I’d like to warn you seriously, not to let your blood sucked by a vampire under 20 and not to let a vampire under 36 to be in charge of your transformation, no matter how professional or trained they claim to be. This is also illegal due to Transylvanian law, so legal threatening can most often work out.
Vampires are said to be the most depressed of all, it is usually written or talked about, how gloomy and melancholic they live their lives through; though it was no matter of importance until a dragons’ paper wrote about how vampires had no sense of humor. This was an offence, a humiliation, the greatest insult no one in the vampire world could bear. As some of you might already be aware, the dragons are the dullest of all. You could never get as bored as in dragon land. They can only discuss their “serious matters” of keeping the world going on with their wisdom while all others are too dumb to overtake the job. That’s why they are still all stuck together: “Dragon land”; while you never have such concept for any other race. Even meerpeople do not all live in one land and have spread out, but as to dragons, only they can tolerate their boring selves!
That was why the article on that paper made all vampires tick and as the result, the government in Transylvania declared Halloween as our official New Year eve. False believes and hilarious superstitions of people who expected to see to hell doomed vampires on Halloween, made it much more of a joyful eve to vampires than any other species. So it soon became a tradition to trap people, usually in groups, approach them, watch them get numb and paralyzed, hear them stutter, pretend to be craving to drain their blood and share the same dark fate with them for eternity – I never understood why people believed vampires to be immortal - , and then… well then…
Here was the catch, it was strictly forbidden by Transylvanian government to drink blood of those who actually got scared on Halloween, which meant you could only drink from those, to whom the vampire world was no tale and no scary movie and who knew the reality as it was and would willingly let you drink. As a matter of fact, having your blood sucked by a vampire could be a delightful experience, if you know better than to be uselessly scared or take it as the end of the world, as it always is the case in those silly vampire stories. Just try to find a well educated, trustworthy vampire and then relax, and enjoy your time.
This law, however, not only did not spoil any little bit of the fun; but also it doubled it. For most of the people who were surrounded by vampires making scary faces, would faint in the end. So we would simply bring them to safety and let them go, usually with a small rip in their cloths and a stain of blood. So they would have one of the most amazing Halloween stories to tell when they come to, but no real proof. Lots of them were observed afterwards maniacally looking for the scar on their neck and finding nothing, most of them wait a lifetime to meet any vampire and some would return to the same place next year, waiting for it to happen again.
The consequences of breaking this law are some of the hardests. I am not an offender or an enthusiastic law breaker. I would seldom do anything which might influence my career in the future. But back at the time, when I was only 59 and young enough to be tempted, my older sister was dating a tyrann, which gradually became my best friend ever. He always used to be the cool guy, a real lady killer, a bright and passionate musician and composer, a grand archer – tyranns still insist on the use of bows for protection – good looking with his long hair, and the nick name tyranns had given him “the crazy Geud” had released him of any obligation to respect law at any level.
That Halloween, Geud convinced me that we should try it as a pair once. He found this tradition perfect to his taste and although he was not a vampire, he would pretend to be one and the two of us would work it out together, with the difference that I was supposed to quench my thirst in the end.
Geud had in general no respect for logic either, but when it was to be his privilege, he could sound real convincing, he had no shame to use logic to make you approve of the most illogical things and as my best friend, he did not need much go to the extremes. Yet to make sure he was not to be abandoned, unable to carry out his plan on his own, he did not let me have anything for two days, so that I would be really demanding the blood which he was offering. Of course, this all was just between the two of us and hidden from everyone else, including my sister.
To make his plan looking worth the possible trouble, he promised me to find me human blood. Every vampire knows that there no delicacy in the world like human blood. Pure human is nowadays too hard to find. Not more than 200 really pure humans exist on the planet earth. But yet there is always a good chance of finding neat human blood, which means, not mixed with a kind which spoils the unique tremendous taste; for worst with cold bloodeds such as meerpeople.
If it is a neat one, you could smell the fine aroma passing by, especially the outstanding notion of standing by one who has already drunk generous amount of red wine, simply exquisite!
This part was too easy, for none of us two reacts to alcohol. Me, as a vampire, I might get drunk with high alcohol content in the blood I drink, but not with booze and as to Geud, well tyranns react to honey instead; weird, isn’t it?
The greatest thing about Halloween eve is that you could show up anywhere, without having to wear any make up or disguise! So we both went to this bar Geud had found somewhere in Chemnitz, for we did not want to get too far from home – Geud lives in the German Saxony, to this day - . There we were supposed to meet Geud’s “target” as he liked to call him; you know archers’ passion for “target”s.
He was a social, fine looking, healthy guy of about 189 cm and 87 km, everything counts as you might have guessed, you never want to have unhealthy blood or high fat content on New Year eve.
We sat down together and ordered the best red wine of the house as Geud started introducing the Alexander to me. He was a dancer, which made me think of how we could make a trio in the future, well a musician, a dancer and a theater actor, perfect match! We could one day do a fantastic sketch together!
He was also single, which lessened my worries. You never want to spoil the Halloween eve of a family neither a father for some silly fun. It also made us look so natural: three single guys, all artists, sitting at a table chatting.
It was all in all really comfortable, if not for Alexander’s overwhelming interest in me. His uninterrupted smile along with amazement every time he looked at me, his demanding looks and the excitement with which he addressed me while talking. When he finally went to the bathroom, Geud said that he was glad to have faced his future in law with his destiny. “Spalter, you two are too perfect for each other.” He told grinning as wide as he could.
When we finished the second bottle of wine, the scent of his very rushing blood had already felt my brains and there was nothing I could do to help.
“I would suggest we take the third bottle to my friend’s, he’s partying tonight, you know.” Said Alexander, before we’d order more wine.
Geud was glad to see that he did not need much effort to carry out his plot, so 10 minutes later, the three of us were at the subway station. Getting on the train, Alexander winked at me. I felt really absurd, I wanted to hide behind Geud but at the same time I did not want to tell him what I saw; on the other hand, the fine wine had turned the temperature of Alexander’s body up and the scent was rising, which made me more and more impatient.
We got off. The fresh air did me too good. It was late and the suburban street was empty. Alexander smiled at me in amazement again, I suddenly felt extremely unsafe, although Geud was walking just beside me. Everything was to my disadvantage. I spotted a nice and proper shadow somewhere among the trees, where no cry could be heard. I knew I could count on Geud’s strength if anything went wrong. I dragged Alexander to the shadow as fast as I could. He felt too light; I faced no difficulties, no resistance, which I preferred to take as a shock. He was still smiling, I was too confused.
“Yes!” he muttered. The last thing I needed was him taking it the wrong way. I felt Geud approaching behind me. I ripped Alexander’s jacket off. “You didn’t need to.” He said this time. This was going on too stupidly; I could not believe that I was actually doing this. I looked at Geud’s satisfied face in disgust, when Alexander said: “Come on, what is wrong with you?”
And when I looked back, it was me who got the real shock; he had his head bent slightly to the left, so that I could get easier hold of his Artery. I stumbled and fell backwards, caught by Geud, who was not only shocked, but also disappointed.
“Are you on a diet or what?” said Alexander, then looking at Geud he went on “You should take better care of your friend, he’s starving.” And then taking a better look at both of us he added “not all people are the way you think, when I saw the colors of his eye changing in the bar, I knew it was no Halloween gadget. I was looking forward to your moves all through the evening.”
No matter how disappointed Geud was, to me, the blood I got made up for everything. The three of us became good friends until the day Alexander died and we had enough time to perform the trio sketch several times.
The worst was however, that my sister did mysteriously find out about what we had intended to do and, well if I was given the choice between the punishment by my sister and that by Transylvanian government, I believe to have preferred the latter.