The Vampir diary

I rose straight. Outside it is dark and I can the windows open. Fresh air smells wonderfully. A lighter wind breath drives to me over the face. I love that. My car is fortunately again here. I could move myself naturally also differently, but why. It is very comfortable and is not noticeable not in such a way. Here in the country only the cows at me could disturb themselves, but it could emerge nevertheless times an unpleasant observer. Even if I am already very old for human conditions, I go with the time. I had one of the first automobiles. The people were impressed, when I drove thereby by the area. I enjoyed. It was exciting. Today there are mobile phones. Also I possess one. I do not like this Dinger actually, her am importunate. But I am not the rich Aristokrat, which always emerges in these bad films. I lead a small, successful import enterprise. We import rare furniture and other luxury goods. It makes fun, it no longer for a long time will unfortunately function. The coworkers become sometime again distrustfully. A boss, who does not age, is unusual. Even if they get it never too directly to face. I will look for myself a new occupation, if it so far is. But today I must undertake only once raus and something. Hunger is rather large. I will go into one this Discos and me will times look around. Mhhm, I can already smell the blood. The Vorfreude rises. It is time for the hunt.

Darken Rollos leave no daylight inside. I am today alone in my house. The days can be long, the nights in the summer the more briefly. I hate the summer. But now it is darkly outside and I can finally raus. Hunger advances me. But I wait still to thereby it to tomorrow satisfy. For the moment my car is in the workshop. Condemned heavily a car is to be brought to the repair, if one cannot run around at day. Fortunately I have humans, who can settle that for me. There are really many humans, who feel tightened like me by dark shapes. I could not understand that ever. It must be because of my special charm. Differently I cannot at all explain myself that. Anyhow the car is brought to me tomorrow. Then it can loose-go finally again. I am not a room stool, I need Action. Today however I will have myself to give with less content. Here on the country there is to see except cows hardly something. But already still another nice opportunity will be.

I spent these nights around Christmas with Susanne, a friend from Scotland. Actually Christmas is not anything for us. It is a church holiday and the celebration of the love, then one says. Vampire can with both things only limit something to begin. It is not as in the films, we can into churches go and to cross do us nothing. I regard even gladly churches. But with the institution ansich all Vampire probably stands on war foot. Anyhow I in Scotland and we were made it cosy for us on its messuage. It had wonderful classes in its cellar to store and we enjoyed the peace. On the hunt we did not go. Humans in the environment should feel safe zumindestens at these nights. We chatted over past times, when their servant entered and explained the room that it had come in the village to a misfortune. Ansich do not interest me such human things, but since Susanne had interest alive their Untergebenen, we drove into the village. Before the house of the baker was a large gathering of people. The village policeman came to us and welcomed Susanne friendly. She asked it, what had happened. “Reginald is revved up. Its wife wanted to leave it with the children. To Christmas eve. He did not bear that. There was controversy. Finally Reginald took its rifle and shot to its wife in the middle in the face. The children have it see must. It wanted to then kill itself and the two small ones also, but the shot remained naturally not unnoticed. We could prevent worse”, explained the policeman. Susanne went into the house and regarded the room. Blood was everywhere sprayed. That made me nervous. Susanne stood only there and looked themselves over. A Christmas tree was located in the corner and small figures was placed on the tables. The corpse of the woman was because of the soil. Their face was missing any longer. Only a bloody mass was remaining. Susanne looked sadly to the corpse down and stroked it over the cold arm. Then the physician came and a few men. They carried the dead one away. Susanne arranged that one should inform the judge in the city. The baker was so long held in the Polizieistation. The process should be made for it after the holidays. At the next night of the first Weihnachtstages we made ourselves the way in the village. This mark secretly. The inhabitants were shaken and also disconcerted of the events of the past night, but nevertheless they continued to celebrate in their houses. We did not meet anybody more on the road. Susanne rang at the police station, which rather a private house was. In the cellar was a provisional detention cell. The only policeman in the village opened the door for us. “Oh, madame. Which you wish?” he asked surprised. “We would like to see the prisoners”, answered them. “Natural. Please you follow me!” It brought us into the cellar. There was a small chamber with an iron door. Behind it the baker sat on his camp bed and stared to the cover. The man was calm and his arrest had not also opposed. It was probably not more whole with clear understanding. Susanne asked the policeman to wait outside. Then it entered the small cell and practiced justice after its conception. It did not kill it, that would have been too easy. It penetrated into its spirit and arranged the chaos, then it sent pain to it. The kind of pain, which humans can hardly bear. All the fears of humans, who died by their bite, met in the head of the man. It became mad, it from now on day and night the voices of the dead ones would hear. “Isn't that somewhat cruel?” I asked Susanne. “We kill over to survive, it killed its wife from jealousy and envy. He is to suffer.” I knew that Susanne had made a similar experience. In its mortal life it was struck and abused by its jealous married man. Finally it struck it halfdead. There a foreigner came and gave her the eternity. Susanne died at that night at the consequences of the impacts, but she returned. Since this night was it on the hunt for men, who did Mrs. Gewalt. It mostly killed these with a bite. But this baker had to remain that for pitch alive. I went back yesterday night. Now is Christmas past. Up to next time.

This is a diary of special form. I was asked by a “friend” to furnish this Blog for it. It makes the further entries. Caution during the reading, because dives here the reader into a dark unknown world.