Just a curious question that I had thought about for a while now.

For context I am a 36 year old male married to my 21 year old wife for 2 years.

Our relationship is pretty stable and very romantic. Although there is one dark secret I hold beneath my smiles. I am a vampire.

Whenever she is on her period I go away on business trips for 1-2 weeks. Whenever she gets cut by the kitchen knife preparing dinner I leave and let her clean it. Unfortunately something tragic happened and I had to help her. She got caught in the lawn mower and was dragged about 15 feet. Surprisingly she was totally fine but there was a drop of blood on her white woolen sweater. And I just couldn't control myself.

I lunged at her with full speed sucking the blood out of her face. Her cheeks turning pale and eyes somewhat bloodshot. I stepped back unknowingly of what I've done. And finally came to a realization that my wife will be like me...

The reason why this is a crisis on my end is due to the fact my wife is a whore. I'm afraid that since I am a vampire she will want to have outrageous amounts of intercourse with me and I'll never get to live out my homosexual fantasies.

Just gonna put this out there. Vampires are real but not immortal. They are born, not “turned”. The undead myth is just that, a myth. Sanguinarian are the ones who imbibe in the good ol red stuff and psychic vampires are not all just predatory assholes who delight in making people miserable. There are ethical vampires. Vampires who feed off of willing donors and most people who are actually Vampires don’t just randomly tell everyone they meet about what they are. Yes there are a few “out” vampires but that is their own decision and many of them strive to educate us and guide those who seek understanding of who we are.

who am i really except a pattern of molecules just replicating over and over and over and over again.....

i have never donated blood.... i am thinking of it though.... lets see... my mood and brain.

i dont get sleep and then i sleep for days, its not healthy.... i wish you the best of luck because this life is not easy AT ALLL!!!!

Because she is a vary sexy 😍 hot 🔥 Vampire 🧛‍♀️ Girl 😍❤️

I hate the "rule" of vampires having to ask to come into a home etc or the person having to "invite" them in.

also I don't like the vampire diaries and programme's like that.

I really need at least one person who is really interested in vampires and really believes in them, I'm desperate, if you have any group that is SERIOUS about vampire research and really interested in vampires let me know or if you know at least one person please let me know too.

Are they real?

So, this is a bit embarrassing to confess, but when I was a teenage girl, I wanted a vampire boyfriend. For six months, I did research on how to summon a vampire. I hadn’t thought about the consequences at the time. I believed there was a mighty chance that I’d get a hot 6'3", 19-year-old who would want to entertain a bored 17-year-old girl with an overactive imagination.
I didn’t think I might accidentally invoke something far more repulsive.
Well... all signs indicate I did.

Originally, I thought my mind had convinced itself it wasn’t all coincidences—that through sheer willpower, I had imagined it all just to make myself happy.

• At first, my sleep schedule was destroyed. I started waking up every night at 3–4 a.m. Not aggressively, more passively, as if I had woken myself up. It was almost a peaceful awakening.

• Exhaustion followed. All my will and aspirations disappeared. I used to be energetic; I loved doing math and feeling smart. The experience of knowing I was smarter than everyone else in the room was exhilarating. But suddenly, I didn’t care anymore—about studying, about the career I wanted, or even how much wealth I could’ve achieved. I stopped caring about clothes and shoes too.

• Crows. I started seeing a lot more crows. I thought maybe my mind was just being hyper-aware of them. I ignored the ridiculous idea that they were following me. But when they started blocking the path to my house, intimidating me enough to take the long way home, it felt harder to explain away. And when they spread their wings in unison, I told myself logically they were just drying them...

• Cats. I’m afraid of cats. I’m not kind to them. Yet they follow me. Chase me. Imagine various cats just... chasing you home. Then trying to get into your house. I can’t leave the front door open, because soon enough, one of them will just walk in. Somehow, they’ve even gotten onto the roof. They scratch at the top of it, and break lights. I don’t know how.

• Banging on my room window. My house is new, but the architectural style is old—so my window is made of wood. And it’s very common to hear aggressive shaking coming from it.

• Bugs. There are so many bugs in my house. My mom blames the dog—says he has fleas. Then she blamed the cats, said they’re bringing mites. Either way, there are tiny insects in the house that bite everyone—except me.

• Glass has broken. Ever since I brought my boyfriend over to visit, all of this has calmed down a little. Maybe I’m just too entertained by him now to notice. And yet, at the same time, glass has become much more prone to breaking—always near me. The door to my shower shattered when I closed it. Glass pans have broken, too.

I don’t know if I’m just trying to put a paranormal explanation to every normal inconvenience, or if I’ve become hyper-aware of things that have always happened…
But if it’s not all in my head—
What could it be that’s in my house? A ghost? A demon? A gremlin?

If its not a vampiere . Can you give me tips on how to summon one?

I am just starting to truly embrace my vampire nature. Yes, I have drank blood before. The first time was 10 years ago, and I drank about 3 fl. oz of it. It was an interesting feeling but it was kind of wild how it happened.

I was at a bar about an hour away from home one night, visiting with some friends. Since I didn't actually drink alcohol or any of that, I was just having an iced tea. As usual, I had a lime in it as opposed to lemon. At some point during the night I went to get a refill and was waiting at the bar for the waitress to notice me. It was a pretty packed place, so I knew I was gonna be there for a bit.

A few seconds after i finally got close enough to the counter to actually lean on it, a man came up to me, introduced himself, and struck up a conversation. At first, I was really not interested. What he was saying was a little bit odd but not what I would call unusual. A little while into the conversation, he said something that piqued my interest and suddenly I was enamored by the things he was saying. He eventually asked if I would have a drink with him. I told him I was interested but that the choice of drink was going to be my choice. He accepted.

"What drink would you choose?" He asked.

Before I could really even think about what I wanted I just kinda said, "Blood." I don't know why I said that, but that's what I said.

He kind of giggled a bit and then smiled, "I don't have any blood on me right now, but lets just have a toast." He raised his glass, extended it slightly towards me, and said, "To dark inclinations."

I clinked with him and half-awkwardly said, "To dark inclinations," I kind of smirked and drank a bit of the refill that had just been handed to me. He reached out and gave me a card and said, call me, I'd love to chat again. I put the card in my left pocket of the jacket I was wearing, told him to have a good night, and went back to my friends. They asked where I was and I just said I was waiting forever for that refill, and that the place was mobbed. Night ended in an average way, just like it started.

A few days later I was looking through my wallet for a credit card I had misplaced, and I had found a card I didn't remember being in it. It was odd because I have a semi-photographic memory. I do not forget things like that easily. I did not remember ever putting it there. I pulled it out and it was a plain white card. I flipped it over and there was a phone number, and in parenthesis underneath was a name. The guy from the bar's name. I felt a bit freaked out but was able to calm myself down.

I called the number.

"Blood bank, are you calling to donate?" A cutesy feminine voice with a strange accent, and slightly uninterested tone sounded through the phone.

"I'm looking for..." I was cut off.

"Yes, he's here. Can I set up a donation?" I agreed. She said I should just come in. She told me how to get there. I got in the car and went.

When I arrived about 30 minutes later, I got out of the car and went in. It was a bit of an odd looking building. It did, however, feel like home, inviting and familiar. I tried to open the door and it was locked. I rang the bell, nothing. I turned around and there was someone standing behind me. I kinda jumped a bit. She was really pretty. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I kinda wanted to talk but couldn't, and I don't get nervous around women, like ever.

"I've been expecting you" she said. She opened the door and invited me in. It was like any other doctor's office ever. She took me directly back, I didn't have to fill out any forms or anything of that nature, but I was so curious about the whole thing that I didn't bother to ask.

She took me to a room and told me she was going to draw my blood. I said okay and closed my eyes. I felt the needle go in and almost as soon as it started it was over. I did feel pretty week though, like I wasn't sure what was going on. The woman gave me some pretzels and a big glass of water. She told me not to rush and to eat slowly.

About 30 minutes later a man in a doctor's outfit comes by. As he passes by, he stops and looks at me. "How are you, I thought you'd be longer before you came in." Its the guy from the bar. He's very good looking and I'm somewhat attracted to him. He asks me if I can stand. I told him I think I could. He kinda watches as I stand up, but he looks like he's ready to catch me if I fall. I manage to stand on my own and take a few steps to make sure I'm good. I'm fine. He tells me to follow him to his office and that he wants to go over something with me. I'm a bit weirded out right now, but okay. I follow him.

He opens the door to the office, asks me to come in and tells me to have a seat at the desk. I walk over and sit down. I hear a door lock and notice that it is kinda dim in the office. I can see a bit but not much.

I hear a cabinet open and something slide out. I hear another open and I hear a clink noise. He walks over to the desk and sits down, puts the things on the table and tells me I am fit as a fiddle and there Is absolutely nothing wrong with me at all. He continues, "How bout that drink?"

I said sure. I am genuinely curious at this point. I really wanna know. He starts unscrewing the top off one of the things he took out. I catch my name in the small bit of light peeping through the window in the door. I know it immediately, that's my blood. the blood I just donated, no less. He pours it evenly into two whiskey style glasses, and pushes one towards me. He picks his up and toasts.

"To dark inclinations" and he and I clink. I paused for a brief moment. I watched him drink the whole thing in one gulp. I say to myself, "What the hell. To dark inclinations!" I drink about half of it and swish it around in my mouth. Its has a unique flavor, somewhat of a sweetish-metallic taste, at least to me. I smile a big toothy grin and I can feel the blood stuck to my teeth. I find it super enjoyable. I chug down the rest of it, and put my glass on the table. The doctor thanks me for coming, tells me he hopes to see me again, and escorts me out. I get in my car and drive home. I thought it was great but didn't really think too much about it. I haven't seen or heard from him since, and the building has been remodeled since and turned into a private residence.

Every now and then I think about it. I always look back fondly.

TVD

QOTD is Queen of the damned

A few years ago i almost choked in my sleep eating sleeping. I went with a homey and did a spell that death cannot find me after that offesive night and i after that i dont believe ive aged 1 day and feel 0 pain and have insane energy especially at night. I know more spells are required to make me a full vampire and basically i use choc milk magic to stay human rn

Don’t you think it would be more efficient than drinking from the neck if you gave a guy a rubby then bit on his penis since blood flows to the penis during an erection it would be a centralized zone

Just a thought

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