Overview

In all my years I've never heard a tale quite like mine. It's so incredulous that most people refuse to believe it. I've been called a liar. I've been called insane, but the best one had to be when I was laughed at. Yeah, he fucking laughed at what I told him, then walked away wishing me luck on my stand-up. I hate unbelieving assholes, even if I can see where they're coming from -- I used to be one of them. It's easy to react that way when they hear a story like this. It's what psychologists call "programed responses". They can't help it. It's something that humans do when faced with situations they don't understand or fear. They enter a state of denial at the possibility of the truth of my words, or shun the storyteller; they play it off with some well rehearsed rhetoric, some even add the motion of crossing themselves while telling me to find Jesus. Nice. Abraham Van Helsing said it best in just three words: "Vampires do exist." With that simple sentence he sent the world into hysteria. Like every other topic, there are people at both ends of the spectrum; the story you hear varies by who you talk to. There are those who either refuse to believe they exist and call a fictional character a liar. And in that vein, the people who see vampires as creatures of evil -- the ones I mentioned earlier -- tell you to vanquish your demons and get right with God. Take a walk further down the road and you meet people with the exact opposite viewpoint. They fully believe in vampires. Some even want to be one -- some of those even believe that they are. For those out there who want to get "turned", I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it's not as easy as it the movies make it out to be. I thank Hollywood for keeping most of the world ignorant to the true nature of the vampire. While some of the culture Hollywood producers have nailed on the head, the overall message they try to push couldn't be farther from the truth. I'm not ashamed to say that I was once a member of the ignorant world -- we all were at one point -- because that would do my former self a disservice. That would be counter intuitive to the life I now live. And that is the worst sin a vampire can commit. Having said that, I must tell you now that I am not a vampire. I am a mere Watcher. They are the ones who see to their vampire's well being. I provide her with blood, energy, emotional support, and yes, on occasion, sex. The act of blood-sharing or aura feeding is very sexual in nature. Much like intercourse, a vampire feeding is very intimate, there's no way around it. The nature, or more accurately, condition, of the vampire is not unlike alcoholism or drug addiction. Most actually want to stop, but they simply can't. Enter the Watchers. We are bound to our vampire much like any other relationship, just at a much deeper level than words can possibly explain. We care for our vampire like we would care for our children. And they in turn protect us from becoming a walking buffet for renegade vampires. I've seen that happen; it isn't pretty. This is where the story of me and my vampire, Megan, begins. But before I start, I must be of a mind to tell you that I write this for neither fame or fortune. The notoriety I may or may not receive means nothing. I'm writing this only to impart upon you the truth. I'm writing this so that if I die, at least then the one who finds my corpse will understand what transpired in my best and worst of days -- a nice a little suicide note of my life. It's just me, Megan, and now you, my friend. . . welcome to my fucking life.