The Colony Official International Trailer #1 (2013) - Laurence Fishburne...SOMETIMES PEOPLE CAN BE REAL BASTIDS and a 'snow day' ain't always what you want... Plus more 'Where paranormal IS normal stuff too... 6/02/13

Great trailer 'bout a 'dawg' eat 'dawg' world down at the bottom. But first I gotta eat a leftover sticky bun before it gets stale and channel some life-eater stuff.

more on JONATHON AS WANDERER..... The vampirino found himself on the small, main street of a little town. Two lane black-top..... Cozy 'commercial' district.... A diner... A department store that's really a jumped up five and dime...Some hardware store... A 'beautiful hairstyles for ladies' place.... Guns & Ammo outlet... Single screen, little jewel-box movie house.... and an animal hospital. Some more places went down a side street, but who the hell cares what they are. Few trees... Few benches... And a crazy albino kid sittin' on a curb eatin' raw bacon.... Scarfin' it down like pig sushi. 

Jonathon says - Yo, kid, what the hell's wrong with you? You wanna get worms?.... Crazy, albino kid goes - Already got 'em. Seen 'em 'ant farmin'' my shit three days ago. Little white suckers..... And then he hiccuped. I don't know what gut-worms smell like, but probably like what came up from his belly.

Jonathon steps back. Vampires are fastidious 'bout crap like that..... Then he says - What's the deal with this place? Got anybody need 'takin' care of?'... Alabaster Boy go - Why? Who you, Lee Van Cleef?... But our basically moral Andalusian vampire didn't know who that was, so he took the kid into the diner for a late night plate a eggs and 'taters. Tillie (she the waitress) give 'em a nice booth in the back. Not 'cause she good hearted, or considerate. But sometime guys from the telephone company come in real late (breakfast time for them) and she don't want 'em seein' that crazy, bacon fiend.  Tells him he gotta eat cooked food, 'cause the application a heat is included in the price and this ain't no freak show. So he orders the buttermilk pancakes wit' a side a turkey sausage (big, fat ones). Jonathon make him get a hot coffee too, 'cause he gonna spike it wit' a little vial a his blood. Figure it'll flush out them shit-worms.

Then Tillie go - What you want bright-eyes?... She like Jonathon. He say - Gimme some hot tea an' a 'monkey dish' full a apple sauce... 'Monkey dish' what they call them little side-order thingies in cafes and such.... Tillie go - Plain, unsweetened or cinnamon?..... Albino boy say - What you bein' smart for, you big-ass, you!? Whole town know only got one kind...... But she start gigglin' and don't answer him. Start makin' goo-goo eyes too. Kid what eats raw bacon starts gettin' disgusted. Jonathon give her a sly, little grin. Lets her see his teeth..... She go - Jesus! Mary! and Elvis! What the f*ck are you, a vampire!?..... Jonathon don't say nothin'. Jus' stare at her like that derby hat kid do in A CLOCKWORK ORANGE..... But he know if he wanna find some bastid in this town what need 'doin' she gonna be the one to tell him. So he make a little kiss at her an' she start gigglin' some more. 

Guy in the back don't see none a this. He jus' do his job. Wanna be on 'Hell's Kitchen.' Wanna cook for Chef Ramsey. Got a deer-meat recipe an' everything. Sweet an' sour. Raisins and sauce. But he also make good flap-jacks, 'cause crazy boy say they dee-licious. Applesauce come from a jar. Jonathon don't care, 'cause eatin' mortal food jus' a hobby anyway.

Now if you rode through this place some dark night on the way to Lockhaven, or say Rockview State Penitentiary, you might say - Look a that cute, little diner, jus' like outta Mayberry..... But you never gonna think what goin' on inside..... 'Less you got issues too.

Jonathon slip the boy a twenty an' send him home. Worms is all gone, for now anyway. 

Then he an' Tillie go in a alley and have some fun. But she gotta pull down her skirt and run back in when them phone company guys show up. Don't wash her hands, though. Shit, what they gone get from a vampire anyway?
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2013 Summer Movie Preview..all the GOOD STUFF, right here.. plus a bit of our 700,000plus word opus... no, really...700,000 words...BIENVENIDO AL MUNDO VAMPIRISMO ... 6/02/13

We have to post the MOVIE TRAILERS down at the bottom. Sometimes they just won't let me stick 'em up top. I think it's something I do wrong, but I can't figure out 'what?'.....So please wander through my part of the forest for a bit and then click on the other stuff. You may be witnessing the gestation of multi-plex products yet to come... Almost 88,000 page hits. I can only hope.

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This is Jonathon. I travel further afield now. Sometimes I stay away for nights at a time. My life is simple. I hide in caves, or deep below the surface of dark, murky lakes. It's cool and I like that. A life-eater requires no oxygen. Breath is just a reflex. Although we do need air to speak.... physically, at least. Maybe one night we'll experiment with telepathy so you can see what that's like. 

I am the 'man in the dark.' I am 'the night friend.' Some just say 'the man.' Those sensitive enough to feel me, whisper - The man comes this way.... And then they grin knowingly, for someone gonna die. A bad seed will be plucked out. An evil soul will be removed... The path will be cleared. 

Many of you already know me from my nights in Philadelphia. You know the others, both mortal and everlasting. But that is not the norm. Vampires have other lives far from the hearths of men and divorced from human 'comforts.'  'Papa' knows. He's seen glaciers melt and cities fall. And he's tasted the blood of tribes just barely human. 

My ministrations are clean and discreet. A creak upon the stair... A tap at the cellar door. Perhaps you live in the country and return from a night in town? You turn down a dark, dirt road and quietly come to a stop by an isolated farm house. It's lonely. None whisper, but the trees. You look up. The sky seems immense and terrifying. And in an infinite universe, where all things are possible, who's to say an unseen force can't rip you out of this plane and put you someplace else?... Perhaps hurtling toward the 'surface' of the sun, or writhing on the cold, dry sands of Mars? You think it's never happened???... No, you hope it's never happened. 

But I am there, waiting in the starlight.... a shadow in the dark. You freeze. You stare. You doubt. Then you hurry toward the door. But the air seems to thicken and joints hold fast. Reality grows heavy and movement slows. You know the feeling from childhood dreams. Maybe they were premonitions? 

My touch is subtle and spider-like. You gasp and plead and cry, as I slowly savor your stink. But I don't say a thing. I never respond. And when it's time, usually after you've voided your bowels and emptied your bladder (death comes easier when the body is relaxed), I take your life and banish you from this realm. Where do you go? I don't know. I'm not privy to that. I think some combust upon a dark world, far beyond the center of creation... a desolate place held in the grip of a dead, black star. No light. No sound. No horizon.... Out beyond the farthest galaxy.... a cinder, lost and alone. A solitude like none other.

But that's just what I think.... the merest speculation. For I am not The shepherd, but the sheepdog.....

And I have flocks to tend.....
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Cast of Les Miserables performs at the Oscars (Full Performance!!) (Plea...rent the film if u haven't seen it. Our closing act tonight. SPEAKS VOLUMES about the VAMPIRES we write about... 6/01/13

The air conditioning wouldn't work. That happens, even to vampires. Jonathon sat out in the small back garden cooling himself with a tiny, plastic, battery powered fan.  Edith drank glass after glass of Sunny-Delight.  And Annie fidgeted. She said - I wanna go to 'Lantic City. TV lady said it's not so hot there.... And she whined, but no one answered. Conrad was out wandering the aisles of an all-night supermarket and Leo was off tormenting somebody. 

I suppose they could have gone to a hotel, though sometimes night-folk suffer from a crippling ennui. They sit and they stare and they ponder. Sarah wasn't there. She was off with the vampire grandmother and her eighty or ninety year old mortal grandchildren, getting a nice bathing suit with a little skirt for the 'girl' and some kind of trunks for the 'boy' so they could go to the roof-top pool of a nearby condominium and dunk themselves a few times. What are you gonna do? They were a family. You think people forget once they cross over? You think vampires just walk away from it all? Yeah, a few do... bastids.... assholes.... Most ain't like that. They funnel money to parents in Cremona, or threaten an Agent in L.A.. They stay involved.  Then, after a few decades, everybody dies... and then they set out to save the world, just like a farmer 'culling' his herd. That's what Jonathon does. That's what a lot of them do. This isn't a new thing. Vampires didn't start five hundred years ago, or four thousand years ago, or two thousand years ago. They've always been there.... a 'shadow humanity' waiting in the darkness. Look at 'Papa.' He's twenty eight thousand years old. But he isn't here now. 'Papa' is gone and no one knows where. And soon Sarah will be too. 

Edith and Annie will stay together. They'll have money... more than enough. Jonathon will see to that.  Perhaps Conrad will remain with them? wilkravitz will too. He's all agitated... can't sleep... nervous. Feels lost 'cause he couldn't 'sell' this. Wants to get the story out there. Told everybody it was real. Said so right from the beginning. You know... That line.... That first line... 'First of all, we must agree that what comes next is fiction...'  And he didn't white-wash anything. Go back to the early parts. It's all there. The pit. The two girls. The mortal line. The 'blood' line.... They fall off the wagon once in a while. Blameless people have died too. And still he wants to change the world...... 'Change the world'.... Do you know how hard it is to paint a house? 

So the train jumps the track. But the rails still remain. One night he'll come back, to the 'cause' I mean. Perhaps he'll be a paladin, taking on individual injustices along the way..... killing a cruel boss... propping up a wavering hero.

Oh, Philadelphia won't be without night-folk. Like I said, Conrad and Leo....Blackie and Minnie... Is Minnie still living?... I don't know..... And Baylah will be here. you know, she has so much more to say. 

And don't forget The Pines.... The New Jersey Pine Barrens are real. And they are there and they are waiting.... A vast expanse of mystery deep in the heart of Megalopolis, the biggest city the world has ever known....... You've seen ads for SWAMP MURDERS?...... Please..... That's all I'm going to say.

I'm Doctor Franklin and these hot, summer days are my 'season.' I wander 'round the city in a long vest and knee britches posing for photographs with smiling tourists waiting for their table at City Tavern. When the buzzer goes off they are gone. Put in the right pocket, it's more than a buzzer. Heh, heh, heh. You know me. 

Now I've got to go back to my compound. The specimens need food. And The Grand Armonica needs tuning.

But answer me this~~~> After staying with us for more than 700,000 words, will you ever look at vampires the same way again?

They hope and they dream, just like you do... But they take everything so much more to heart. 

Oh, the story isn't ending. The story never will. But you know what I mean.

You know, there's a short, tight, polished-up version of this. wilkravitz wrote it. I think it's for the screen. PHILADELPHIA AFTER DARK, he calls it. More coherent. More linear. The characters are a bit different. I believe Jonathon is a Scotsman in that one.

But it has a line at the end, when a certain much loved vampire finally wins his death. Just before his body ignites, he sighs and says - Look for me in the knowing eyes of a child. I have been among the dead too long..... Then his ashes dance up into the sky like snowflakes and mingle with the stars...

Now listen to the song down below... and know what night-folk really are.
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Cast of Les Miserables performs at the Oscars (Full Performance!!) (Plea...rent the film if u haven't seen it. Our closing act tonight. SPEAKS VOLUMES about the VAMPIRES we write about... 6/01/13

The air conditioning wouldn't work. That happens, even to vampires. Jonathon sat out in the small back garden cooling himself with a tiny, plastic, battery powered fan.  Edith drank glass after glass of Sunny-Delight.  And Annie fidgeted. She said - I wanna go to 'Lantic City. TV lady said it's not so hot there.... And she whined, but no one answered. Conrad was out wandering the aisles of an all-night supermarket and Leo was off tormenting somebody. 

I suppose they could have gone to a hotel, though sometimes night-folk suffer from a crippling ennui. They sit and they stare and they ponder. Sarah wasn't there. She was off with the vampire grandmother and her eighty or ninety year old mortal grandchildren, getting a nice bathing suit with a little skirt for the 'girl' and some kind of trunks for the 'boy' so they could go to the roof-top pool of a nearby condominium and dunk themselves a few times. What are you gonna do? They were a family. You think people forget once they cross over? You think vampires just walk away from it all? Yeah, a few do... bastids.... assholes.... Most ain't like that. They funnel money to parents in Cremona, or threaten an Agent in L.A.. They stay involved.  Then, after a few decades, everybody dies... and then they set out to save the world, just like a farmer 'culling' his herd. That's what Jonathon does. That's what a lot of them do. This isn't a new thing. Vampires didn't start five hundred years ago, or four thousand years ago, or two thousand years ago. They've always been there.... a 'shadow humanity' waiting in the darkness. Look at 'Papa.' He's twenty eight thousand years old. But he isn't here now. 'Papa' is gone and no one knows where. And soon Sarah will be too. 

Edith and Annie will stay together. They'll have money... more than enough. Jonathon will see to that.  Perhaps Conrad will remain with them? wilkravitz will too. He's all agitated... can't sleep... nervous. Feels lost 'cause he couldn't 'sell' this. Wants to get the story out there. Told everybody it was real. Said so right from the beginning. You know... That line.... That first line... 'First of all, we must agree that what comes next is fiction...'  And he didn't white-wash anything. Go back to the early parts. It's all there. The pit. The two girls. The mortal line. The 'blood' line.... They fall off the wagon once in a while. Blameless people have died too. And still he wants to change the world...... 'Change the world'.... Do you know how hard it is to paint a house? 

So the train jumps the track. But the rails still remain. One night he'll come back, to the 'cause' I mean. Perhaps he'll be a paladin, taking on individual injustices along the way..... killing a cruel boss... propping up a wavering hero.

Oh, Philadelphia won't be without night-folk. Like I said, Conrad and Leo....Blackie and Minnie... Is Minnie still living?... I don't know..... And Baylah will be here. you know, she has so much more to say. 

And don't forget The Pines.... The New Jersey Pine Barrens are real. And they are there and they are waiting.... A vast expanse of mystery deep in the heart of Megalopolis, the biggest city the world has ever known....... You've seen ads for SWAMP MURDERS?...... Please..... That's all I'm going to say.

I'm Doctor Franklin and these hot, summer days are my 'season.' I wander 'round the city in a long vest and knee britches posing for photographs with smiling tourists waiting for their table at City Tavern. When the buzzer goes off they are gone. Put in the right pocket, it's more than a buzzer. Heh, heh, heh. You know me. 

Now I've got to go back to my compound. The specimens need food. And The Grand Armonica needs tuning.

But answer me this~~~> After staying with us for more than 700,000 words, will you ever look at vampires the same way again?

They hope and they dream, just like you do... But they take everything so much more to heart. 

Oh, the story isn't ending. The story never will. But you know what I mean.

You know, there's a short, tight, polished-up version of this. wilkravitz wrote it. I think it's for the screen. PHILADELPHIA AFTER DARK, he calls it. More coherent. More linear. The characters are a bit different. I believe Jonathon is a Scotsman in that one.

But it has a line at the end, when a certain much loved vampire finally wins his death. Just before his body ignites, he sighs and says - Look for me in the knowing eyes of a child. I have been among the dead too long..... Then his ashes dance up into the sky like snowflakes and mingle with the stars...

Now listen to the song down below... and know what night-folk really are.
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The Kings of Summer Teaser Trailer - Sundance Film Festival 2013 and a former vampirina observes and confronts her new found mortality... 5/31/13

We were able to post tonight's not-to-be-missed warm weather flick, THE KINGS OF SUMMER, at the top of the post. And I have no idea how that happened. All I did was close my eyes and flutter my fingers over the keys, like an arthritic exercising his knuckles. For real... (sigh). That's what I did and tonight it worked. That's why I MUST be channeling it all, because I have no idea how any of this digital stuff actually operates. Boy, would I LOVE to post photographs... my own.... But I just do not know how. I practice in front of the medicine cabinet all the time..... My 'writer' look... My 'humorist' look... My 'whacky' look... Well, that one covers a lot of bases... and even my 'walking through the curtains on Jimmy Fallon' look. But so far they're just etched into the space-time continuum of an old, decaying mirror, like Lincoln's voice and Honus Wagner's fast ball.

Anyway, make sure you watch the clip. And make sure you see the film. In my opinion, STAND BY ME meets RUSHMORE with a pixilated (my favorite word) dose of sylvan magic.

We got a little pixilated thing over at the 'wonderland.' A seven or eight year old, stringy haired, white girl named Annie. I don't know why we call her 'the white girl.' Mister Never-You-Mind, our most popular disembodied spirit narrator, started it and it's become like a tradition 'round here. 

The Pineys, along with other Jersey Woodland exotics, helped her shed 'the burden' (the vampire term for what they got) via arcane 'pow-wow' magic, derived from The Biblical 'Year of Jubilee.' See, you can't miss any of this, 'cause a lot happens. So now she's back in the Philadelphia townhouse with her vampire step family and yadda-yadda-yadda, she has to make sense of it all-----

Edith (the Piney housekeeper) sits watching rock girls on Jimmy Fallon (second mention tonight), as Annie studies the contents of her snot-rags...... Ewww - she says. Where's it come from? My brain? .... No, right under it. Like between that soft spot, back a your mouth and the shelf where they keep your head guts - says the Piney woman..... But how do you know? - goes the stringy haired little thing..... Learned it in Sunday school. You know the original 'manna' was Kellogg's Sugar Frosted Flakes? Learned that too. And Salome was a thirty four 'B,' only they had different names for it back then...

The former vampirina shoots off four or five fast, little sneezes..... Shit! I can't s-s-stand this! - she goes. Where's them Flintstone Chewable Allergy pills!?..... 

Jonathon, her vampire step father, promised he'd bring them.  But this is his time a the month... the night he 'culls' somebody. And that always gets him all hot and bothered, so he slipped into an underground, never used subway line for a nice, cool sponge bath administered by his two 'mole-girl' sweeties, Sylvia and Aura, daughters of the Mole King himself. 

Sarah don't care. They driftin' apart. She still love him and all. But she don't care. Got a 'call' to search out secrets in Siberia. Vampires get that way sometime. You know that. So Jonathon settin' in an old wash tub, filled with drippy-drop water from a subterranean, rusty pipe, as two wide-eyed beauties chill him down with cold trickles wrung from semi-natural sea sponges boosted from a Locust Street drug store. They do occasionally get up to the surface. After that, they gonna play Betty Boop and Mussolini... Don't ask me. That's they name for it. Mole folks crazier than vampires.

So Annie leans against Edith's ample bosom and snorts the mucus back up into her brain pan. Vampire gals ain't gotta deal with crap like that. They most definitely do not. Sarah say she gonna give her a little booster shot a vampire blood... jus' a little drink. She still be mortal and all, only bye-bye to all them snot-rags. But she forgot, what with wanderin' through the dark, maze-like stacks of the Grand Central Library. That where she researchin' her trip. Much more atmospheric than some keyboard. Wonder what the no-home-guys, who hole up there at night, think when she come by?

Edith watchin' Hoda and Kathy-Lee. It a late night rerun. Annie sleepin.' This like her eight or ninth night a human sleep in two years. And she look so pretty... No, really. For Annie, she does....

Now this townhouse on a quiet street, one a them old-timey Philadelphia 'carriage ways' that got itself preserved into our time. Nobody walk down here. Not this late at night. It dark. Got little trees. But, still, they trees. Sometime a dog walker come through. They think that dog gonna save 'em. Sometime a hoodlum sneakin' away from a cop slide through. That how it is. Wonder if they ever think what goes on here. Wonder if they know how close they come to the mystery an' all?

But this place old. This Philadelphia. An' we got mystery up the wazoo...
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2013 Summer Movie Preview: Iron Man, Superman, Wolverine & More! from CLEVVER...(great site) Plus some of our NEUROTIC NIGHT-FOLK STUFF TOO... 5/30/13

If you want it, here it is. come and get it. but you better hurry, 'cause it's goin' fast...... Movie clips and more from CLEVVER (great site) ... But we had to put them down at the bottom of this post, because <I don't know how to put it anywhere else...> ... ALSO ( we learned this from Brit Writer, Andrew Harding) just SHARING a worthy movie trailer, along with your blog, increases traffic by at least twentyfive percent. Only Mr. Harding doesn't need that, 'cause he already gets more than 30,000 hits a month. If YOU want to SHARE a MOVIE TRAILER on YOUR BLOG, do this ~> 1) Google hot new summer movie trailers on YOU TUBE 2) pick one and click on it 3) click on the SHARE word right below the trailer 4) click on that little 'arrow' thing to expand the list of sites you can SHARE on 5) click on the stylized BLOGGER icon.... and waa laa! You have it. Then proceed as usual. And I hope you're more web savvy than I am, because I REALLY DID want to feature that video up at the top. But no matter what I did, it just wouldn't go there... GOOD piece, though... Thank You, CLEVVER! (subscribe to them!)

Now, on to EL MUNDO VAMPIRISMO~~~>

Night-folk hate summer heat. It's not that they kill every evening. But when they do, the blood is hot and slow and heavy. Even the salty tang is subdued. Jonathon sits on the roof for hours. hiding in the shadow of a gable, as he silently watches the 'life-bladders' (us) down below. Sarah wants to leave. He doesn't want her to go. She craves exploration and self-discovery. He craves companionship... maybe more than he truly craves her. Leo says they have an open marriage. And everyone knows it, but them. 

She wants to go Russia and 'vampire' her way 'cross Siberia. She wants to curl up with slumbering bears on cold, icy nights and take gratuitous nips of their rich, ursine, gravy. Life-eaters do that, you know. Bear dens are safe and dark and secure. Vampires have been hiding there since the beginning... Whenever that was. She wants to meet up with the isolated Neanderthal remnants still roaming there.Some say Shangri-La truly exists. Others claim the Sambation still flows. Sarah wants to see for herself. Yes, Jonathon has found places and discovered things. But those quests were his quests... seen through his eyes. Sarah wants realities of her own. But she hasn't left yet, because the little girl, known as Annie, needs her now. Sarah understands that, so she waits. 

True, she and her trim, young, vampirino paramour still snuggle in the raw earth crypt beneath the town house. She likes the rose petal bedding. Dedicated 'familiars' renew it twice a week. And Jonathon (a.k.a. Tomas) practices old intimacies perfected by the sophisticated Moors of Old Spain. She likes that too. 

This night, Sarah sits among old tomes, deep within the stacks of the Great Central Library on the Parkway... the Benjamin Franklin Parkway. She reads handwritten diaries and journals, prepared by Radanites and others, as they penetrated the vast, unknown heartland of the storied, Eurasian Steppe. Some are in Latin. Some are in Arabic. Some are in French. She knows some French... a bit of Latin too. But the carefully, hand drawn illustrations, etched upon parchment (vellum being too delicate) by meticulous travelers  eager to share the truth, are breath taking.....

Look, if Jersey Devils, Red Paint People and other wonders are found within the dense, dark confines of the expansive (in their own way) New Jersey Pine Barrens, imagine the lifeforms hiding there...

Fantastical encounters are almost a mathematical certainty...

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SARAH, Jonathon's VAMPIRE CONSORT, speaks from a nice house at THE JERSEY SHORE ... 5/29/30

Baylah's boyfriend has little 'tablets' in every room. He's into technology. It's just something he does for his guests. Jonathon and Edith took Annie up to Ocean City's boardwalk, about fifteen minutes away. I stayed home. I'm afraid to put myself on display in a place like that. Somebody will recognize me. Not 'might'... but 'will.' I've only been like this for maybe a little more than two years. I still have magazines from before 'the change.' And although my eye teeth aren't all that different, they do stand out. They make me self-conscious. I'm afraid to laugh. That makes me look even more out of place, especially in Ocean City.... especially in 'happy town central.' Oh,  we see vampires at the shore all the time. Beings from other bands, I mean. They glide through casinos taking stock of the mortals as they imperiously chose their prey. Of course they 'try' to follow the dietary laws. Of course they attempt to 'cull' only the evil. But sometimes 'bacon' smells SO good. 

I don't like strange vampires. Maybe I'll get over it. Maybe it's just a thing we go through, but I don't. They make me sick. They throw it in my face. They say - This is what you are. This is what you do. This is how you look...... The Vampire Revels were torture to me. I hardly spoke to a soul. I'm NOT like them. Jonathon isn't like them. We're different. You know that. You know it. 

When it first happened, I saw myself as Wendy, from Peter Pan, sent by God (why not?) to 'mother' them. A family. I had a family. And I had Jonathon too. He used Tomas back then. He'll go back to it. You'll see. He will. And I loved the townhouses and the museum basements and all the other places we frequented. You know, I sent money to a cousin of mine. She's like a sister. Keeps calling and emailing. Keeps asking when I'm coming out to Denver to see everybody. A 'familiar' handles the correspondence. A copywriter for an ad agency I think he is. Knows Jonathon's 'voice.' Knows my 'voice.' Calls if he has any questions. My cousin talks to him now. They say it's better that way. But I hate it. 

Still give out the blood vials, though. Still heal people in hospitals or on street corners, or in laundromats. I don't tell them what it is. A few get a feeling. But most don't want to know..... Jonathon's periodic vampire flare ups, like the one that just ended, give this city, Philadelphia, I mean, quite a reputation. I've seen articles... 'An Old City With Ancient Magic'.... 'New Orleans, North'.... 'The Ghosts of Philadelphia.' Pow-wow magic has become the new voo-doo. So called practitioners even run ads in the back of PHILADELPHIA MAGAZINE. Edith laughs at them. But that's all she does. 

Jonathon and I drift apart. They tell me it's normal. I did talk to one vampirina at the Revels. She was all right. She told me. I liked her perfume. Moroccan, I think it was. A Berber, from high in the Atlas Mountains. Caught in an Ottoman slave raid and sold on the isle of Naxos to either a bey or a pasha. That part, I don't remember. But one of the eunuch's had a friend. He'd sneak out of the 'quarters' to meet him. One night he came back changed. Then one by one he passed 'the burden' on to all the rest, til theirs was a harem of life-eaters, even the four official wives. When the old dowager, the mother of the bey, or pasha found out, they sewed her into a weighted sack and tossed her into the harbor. They say it takes two hundred heartbeats to drown. But we're immune to that. Then they killed the master. Drained him of every bit of serum 'neath his skin. For a month they reigned as 'the vampire harpies of Naxos,' although, in truth, they were quite beautiful. But when the Emperor-Sultan himself , Akbar, I think she said, dispatched the great Barbarossa, First Admiral of the Realm to root them out and crush them into dust, they fled, too scared to test their own nascent abilities. And so she burned through many vampire romances. A few were still friends. Some were dead, others forgotten..... I told her I was different. I told her I loved him. She said she did not doubt it, but love and endurance are not the same.

And now I understand.

Let me stop now. I want to go out. I want to walk through almost deserted streets. I want to pass by the occasional mortal trying desperately to walk without a sound. Sometimes they cross the street at my approach. Sometimes they look down. But I pose no threat to them. And they sense it. It's dark and damp and quiet. I like that. It helps me think...
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