12 Years A Slave Theatrical Trailer ... BAYLAH, of The Vampire Wonderland, requests you to experience this film

One whose life is detailed in our ongoing narrative recommends you see this film. The Lady Baylah suffered a similar fate... and after two hundred and fifty years she still remembers. Ask one of our elferinos or elferinas what it was like to be welded alive into a leaden cask and thrown into the sea. Night-folk suffer many pains. The constraints of our primitive culture compel us to pretend they're fiction, yet they are very real. The events portrayed in this film are real too and positively Biblical in their proportions. 

Tomas, also known as Jonathon, is traveling now, a night-folk Johnny Appleseed. We detailed his reality last night and will do so again. But watch the trailer down below and think what it was like back in a time when people were possessions and lives destroyed like pawns.

Who do you identify with? How much could you take? What would you have done? This time is not so far away. The last known person born a slave died fifty years ago. 

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A VAMPIRE KNOWS HOW TO FIND SHELTER..... 10/28/13

I am gone. I left the town house yesterday evening and now wander about somewhere in the western suburbs. Of course you know it is I, Jonathon, also known as Tomas. My thoughts manifest upon the screen via the fingers of wilkravitz. I project. He types. We've done it this way before. Our disembodied spirit 'helpers' don't like it, but they soon forget and are easily distracted. You know they travel at the speed of thought, so God knows where they are now. Mister Never-You-Mind likes casinos and whiskey bars. I know that. Baylah says she feels him sometimes around Atlantic City. And sometimes he feels showgirls. Zebulon likes to explore. He claims he's seen some of the other planets in our own star system. But I'm not sure he can do that. It's not that easy maintaining coherence so far from home in spirit form. Some extremely powerful vampires, like 'Papa' can do it, but other beings tend to diffuse into a weak and vaporous state. I don't know why, even after a thousand years. But that's just how it is.

So far I saved a suicidal boy walking along some train tracks. He knew the schedule. One was due to come by any minute. Dumb kid. Thought it'd be fast, instantaneous and painless. But that's not how it is. A body can live as long as the heart and lungs still work. That's why some poor souls burned at the stake trembled so long. Didn't scream anymore. Just trembled. Even the eyes would pop and explode. But they were still alive. I told the kid this. He said - Dude, how the hell do you know?..... I showed him my fangs. You know. I made that face. Didn't even scare him at all. He just went 'oh.' Asked if I had any money. Told him I didn't. Could get some. I could always call a 'familiar.' But he wanted it now. So I walked him over to this mall and we sublimated through the entrance. He liked that. Said he felt a buzz when the energy entered his body. You know, if a vampire holds someone real tight when they sublimate, that person goes with them. He closed his eyes. I told him too. Takes half a heartbeat , even less, and it's over. 

The mall was closed for the night. I suppose they have watchmen, but I never saw one. I'm sold they eat cheese sandwiches and bananas at a desk in front of security monitors. One night I'll look. Took the kid into a department store for sneakers and blue jeans. Wrote down all we took. Later, in a few days or so, I'll have one of my financial 'familiars' send a check. He wanted a leather jacket, but we couldn't get the plastic rope security thing off. And I didn't want to break it, because I didn't want to set off an alarm. Think he took a plastic bag full of tropical fish from a pet store too. Told him we'd have to get them home fast, or they'd freeze. Then I grabbed him and sublimated up through the air. He thought that part was cool. I knew he was afraid. I could feel his heart pound, but he'd never admit it. Now I don't know this area, so I couldn't ask him for directions. But I basically felt the route via telepathy and 'dropped' him in his parents' driveway eight minutes later. Old neighbor lady across the way saw us from her bathroom window. But he said she was mostly senile, so it didn't matter. He asked me what else I was gonna do. I said - I'm gonna kill a guy, but he shouldn't worry, 'cause it's a bad 'dude' I saw in a vision.... He said - Is that how vampires operate?.... I said - Yeah, that's how I do.... Kid just nodded. I said - You want to watch?... Then I gave him this little grin.... Kid goes - Nah. I once saw a dude accidentally hang himself at the circus. So that's OK.....I asked him if he was glad he didn't kill himself... He nodded. We said 'see ya' and I left. 

Twenty five minutes later I 'culled' a real low life outside a convenience store. He just robbed the place. Old Korean lady inside was all beat up. Gave her a few drops of blood to fix her up. She was happy to get her money back. Offered me a free Slurpee. A blue one, I think. Told her thanks, but no thanks. Then I left, just like the Lone Ranger. 

Just before dawn I went back to the mall and slept in a storage room. Place was filled with all this shrink wrapped Easter stuff, so I figured nobody's gonna go in there. Washed up in a little toilet. Even got a new pair a boxers with little Easter eggs all over them. For a vampire, living on the road is easy. Some don't live any other way.

Funny how my speech patterns change depending where I am. That's a night-folk survival mechanism. You should have heard me in Restoration London. 'Me thinks, gadzooks!' and all that. But if I spoke that way here it'd sound real schmucky

You know, there's not always a lot of big drama in a vampire's life. What you see on TV is just fiction. and I hope you all know that.

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THE BOOK OF JONATHON, also known as Tomas...... A VAMPIRE FACES REALITY... 10/27/13

The next night they wandered through the museums. Sarah liked that. She hadn't done it in a long time. One or two of the guards knew of their presence. Not that they understood exactly what they were, but they had an inkling. Strange things happen in a city as old as this. Of course I speak of New World standards. Europe, Africa and Asia have far older. But even that's not completely true. Some MesoAmerican cities go back thousands of years too. But I digress, as only a disembodied spirit who was in the flesh for a scant thirteen years can. It is I, Zebulon, the precocious Judean boy stoned for witchcraft back in the days of Rabbis Hillel and Yossi (known to the trinitarians as 'Jesus'). And please don't think such a thing was an ordinary event, for it was not.  One or two executions per century was the rule. I was but the victim of circumstance and the focus of many converging occurrences.

They sit in The Cloisters. Tomas and Sarah, I mean. It's dark, though a few discreet, tiny electric night lights shed a feeble glow. He likes this space. Reminds him of medieval Europe. Actually, the installation is quite authentic. Romanesque, I believe and brought over from the vicinity of  Rouen sometime after their First World War. We had many World Wars in Roman times.  In that respect, unfortunately, no age is unique.

They whispered. He spoke first - I know I can't change humanity. I can only change individual humans and maybe, in that way, I can change them all..... Then he just sat there gazing at the paving stones of that enclosed space meant for contemplation and quiet study.... What will you do? Are you going to leave right away? - she asked..... Not leave, wander - he said. Much as I did before this time. I don't know how far I'll go. I know I'll come back often. To the house, I mean. Maybe they'll still think of me as 'Dark Mister.' I don't know. Perhaps I'll give that role to Blackie. He'd like that..... Sarah nodded and said - You did copy the look from him.... Tomas smiled and nodded too..... I liked it in the woods - he said.  Some nights were peaceful. The spirits have their gentle moments. Last night's story isn't an every night thing. They don't like humans. But most people never penetrate too deep.  and I didn't count..... So you're gonna be a nature boy? - she said..... No, just sometimes. I'll still be around here. You'll see me a lot, relatively speaking. But I won't stay at the house all the time. And I won't restrict myself to Center City. If I find other night-folk who resent that, we'll work it out. I'm not afraid of them. You know what I got from 'Papa.' I'm fairly powerful. The ones I'm liable to find round here don't scare me. And I don't think they scare you either. Look, you'll still have the house. Conrad and what's-his name... Leo - she said.... Yes, Leo - he added. Isn't he dead?.... I don't know - she said. I can't tell anymore. It's like we're bits of meat in soup. Sometimes we're stirred to the top. Sometimes we sink to the bottom. Peek-a-boo, I see you. Sometimes you do and sometimes you don't. I have to tell you, being a vampire is a really strange way to live. ... He hugged her and said - Believe me, I know.

So they passed through the galleries looking at paintings. The guards seemed to avoid them. Maybe due to vampire magic? Then they sublimated up through the vast building. You know it. You've seen it in ROCKY, and passed through the cold, night air (in itself, a kind of sublimation too), drifting over the city, til they settled on the roof of the townhouse and watched the sky turn gray. Then Sarah went inside. But Jonathon, also known as Tomas did not, preferring to find a different place to hide. 

For years upon years he was stuck in a moment, trying to change the world. Now he's on a different path and seeks to change himself.

That's all I'm going to tell you now. If you want, this would be a good time to scroll back a post and listen to that song. It suits the mood quite well. 

Zebulon says 'good night.'

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Bono And The Edge Stuck In A Moment Live Letterman 2011. Part 2...ALE

You got to get yourself together and listen to this. Tomas LOVES it. He was shocked to see only 16,021 plays on You Tube. Guess more of us gotta do that 'gettin' together? 

It's like a clue to what's coming later in The Vampire Wonderland. Our vampiric hero been waffling for, well we've only shared the last three years, but he's been doing it for centuries... And now it stops

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TOMAS TELLS TALES OF WOOD SPRITES AND PEOPLE RIPPED LIKE CHICKENS... 10/26/13

It was too cold to sit out in the small back garden. They liked that spot and as vampirici were immune to germ borne illness. But the icy chill was uncomfortable and offensive to them, for it brings to mind the dead, cold nihilism of the tomb. Most night-folk, save for deranged individuals given to haunting cemeteries and ossuaries avoid it. They can tolerate it, but do not chose to. Vampires are by nature epicures, favoring comfort and fine trappings. Tomas is no different, though from time to time they like to get away, as he did during the recent wanderings into the north woods. So he and Sarah sat before the orange glow of a waning fire and he told her what he saw. Her concerns regarding his new 'superhero' thing, though very real, would wait. Impatient she is not.

The warm and comfortable 'family room' is a good place to talk. The trim, 'youthful' vampirino considered the tiny flames for a moment and began..... I'd forgotten how alive it is. No, maybe I always knew that, but I'd forgotten how aware it is too. - he said. Knowing entities are everywhere. And what we see as physical form is immaterial to them. Oh, they can project such a thing. They can be sprites, or Pucks, or I don't know, even Smurfs if they want. But most times they're just there, watching, knowing, whispering and sharing. Some are no more than glorified thought. Others are able to focus and manifest real, physical strength. 'Spirits of the wood' we call them. And by 'we' I mean vampires and mortals too. For what are we, but enchanted humans. I like the word 'enchanted' better than 'infected.' What kind of candle is that on the table there?..... Sarah leaned over and picked it up..... Is says 'Big Sur.' I guess it's a woodsy, ocean thing. - she said.... Then she lit it, for that's what he really meant. After a few heartbeats the aroma, which was really quite good, began to fill the room. 

Tomas went on - But humans are just things to them, walking, farting puppets. Hikers fart a lot, you know. It's what they eat. Or perhaps it's all the exertion walking over rough track. I don't know, but they do fart a lot. And the wood spirits pick up on it. Maybe that's why they leave vampires alone, because we don't do that. But I saw what they did to a twosome. A father and son I believe they were. All decked out in new fall gear. Pants tucked into socks, the better to avoid the little 'vampires' crawling there. So careful they were, with their knapsack filled with food and all. I wanted to warn them but it happened so fast. As it was daylight, I was deep in a cave, drifting rather then sleeping. But I monitor my surroundings via remote vision. You know how I do that. We all do, especially in strange surroundings. So I was helpless and couldn't have done anything anyway. Looking back, I think they meant to torture me too.

The boy seemed to be about eleven, or twelve. Just shy of what we would call an elferino (pubescent vampire) and such a good, little fellow he was, talking and smiling. He liked the animals, the chipmunks and all. But he slipped, just like that, down a steep embankment strewn with fallen trees, rocks, leaves and all manner of things. I think there was even a half rotted deer carcass. Tumbled down like a tossed doll. But one foot caught under a fresh, heavy tree trunk, while the rest of his body continued on its way. I don't know if that would have happened in nature, or if the wood spirits did it, but the trapped limb twisted and tore right off his body, just like a chicken leg chopped through the joint, though this was much more ragged. Even his pants ripped free. I can't remember if he made any noise. Remote viewing is like that. He just lay there, wide eyed and stricken, gasping like a fish. The father skittered down in an instant. I heard him. He screamed - No! No! No! No! No!.... Two heartbeats later he lost his footing and smashed his head on a jagged rock. He died quick, but the boy lingered for perhaps two or three minutes more. Oh how the blood drew flies. I couldn't hear it but I knew, no, I mean it... I really knew the wood spirits were laughing. They hate humans, you know. View them as bumbling interlopers. That's why they do what they do.... 'Lost in the woods'.... 'Killed by a bear'.... 'Drowned in the rapids'..... Do you think those things happen in and of themselves all the time?

Later, when it got dark, I came out and there in the moonlight said prayers for them. The old Hebrew Kaddish prayer. Magnified and sanctified be the Kingdom of The Lord and all that.... But the spirits still laughed. A few hours later I found a shuttered supply hut, a place where hikers could stop and buy things. I sublimated through the door, found what I needed and left a note telling them where to find the bodies. God knows what they made of that note, or how it got there. Everything still locked so snug and tight.

Then he stopped talking. He just sat there. And Sarah knew why he needed the solace of games. So she never said much about that 'Dark Mister' thing. Edith came down to remind them it'd be light soon. They thanked her and said that they knew. Then they went down together and slept...

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THE VAMPIRINA CONSORT SARAH TALKS TO HER VAMPIRINO MATE TOMAS ... 10/25/13

He was walking down a narrow, ancient, Center City street. Tomas likes 'making his rounds.' He checks things. It's how he keeps the peace, when he's not 'culling' somebody and all. And the quiet, old byways are his favorites. This one has small, cozy rowhouses with white marble steps. Scaled down, 'city trees' line the curb and mellow, red bricks pave the sidewalk. They're a little bit uneven and lumpy, but that only adds to the shadowy, storybook atmosphere.

Most of the windows were dark. Most of the people were snug in their beds. Here and there a kitty-cat lounged on a window sill, perched between the wrong side of the draperies and the cold panes of glass.  Tomas nodded to each as he went by. Vampires have a special thing for cats. And the cats know it.

He found a homeless woman huddled by a doorstep. She was sleeping. He didn't wake her. She had a new quilt. Someone must have helped her. At least that part was all right. But he made her night even better, taking off his own designer watch and snapping it 'round her pudgy wrist. Tomas had plenty. Tomorrow she could sell it. They wouldn't give her what it was truly worth. He knew that. But at least the 'honest' ones would give her the gold value. At least she'd have that. And the tortoise shell kitty in the window approved.

Seventeen heartbeats before he reached the corner the cold, night air to his left began to fizz. No froth. No foam. Nothing like that. Just a quick, little, rapid pulse of electric frisson. And six seconds later his consort, Sarah, appeared by his side. Tomas looked at her and smiled a rather pleased and somewhat naughty, sensual smile. And she smiled back. Then he took her hand and they walked on. 

New trick? - he said. I've never seen you do that before...... Sarah said - Yeah, new trick. And I like your new outfit too. Not completely different. You always leaned in that direction. Just more pulled together and sharp....... Thank you. - he said...... They continued  down another street equally as snug and the vampirina sweetheart said - You can tell me. What do they call you now. It's all right. I know....... Tomas said - The Midnight Rambler, or M.R., or Dark Mister...... And which do you like best? - She asked....... D-Dark Mister - He said...... Sarah whispered - No, I meant Silvia, or Aura...... He just went - Oh.....After a few heartbeats she said - It's all right. I understand this 'vampire' thing now. I know the way it is and I know the way it'll be and I know it's not just those two. I know that. But I think you should know a few things too....... Her vampirino partner didn't say a word.

They continued in silence (not that night-folk make much noise at all when they talk) til they got home, but when they entered the townhouse, Sarah began again... She had come to see things a certain way during their time alone and now she wanted him to know. 

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WHAT THE VAMPIRINA, SARAH DID ON HER TRAVELS... 10/24/13

Now the vampirina, Sarah was steadfast in her faith and she did not intentionally travel so far, preferring to wander here and there throughout the city and it's environs. Although, she was seen in more distant realms as well. And her night years pale when compared to those of her consort. She has only walked through darkness for perhaps thirty six moons. But the 'responsibility' is very real to her and she dispenses assistance with the pure conviction of a saint.

Many desperate souls have tasted her blood. The sick have been made well. Those with noxious growths gnawing at their flesh recovered and the starving knew satisfaction. The 'Lady' of Philadelphia they call her. But in no way does she ask for it, unlike that previous time when Baylah played 'Our Lady of The Olive Garden' to starch-drugged diners in the parking lot of a noted eatery.

And now she comes back to the town house. Oh they've had scenes like this before. Night-folk always vacillate between the spiritual and the profane. If my voice sounds familiar to you that is natural. I am Johannon, the body servant once charged with the safety of Jonathon also-known-as-Tomas, during the last days of his mortality, though we did not know that then. But my spirit still hovers near him, jostling for position with other disembodied souls desirous of your attention. For word is this will one day soon become a graphic novel, or (if God wills it) a screenplay and you know how 'ghosts' crave fame.

This is how she did it. The Lady Sarah, I mean. This is how she got the blood.... She'd ask for it... venturing into pubs and taverns when the clock struck twelve. She'd sit down, take a out a Bible and put it on the bar. Sometimes she'd read it. Sometimes she wouldn't. And I do not know if the scriptures in question were trinitarian or unitarian. But the response was always the same. Those given to grog are sentimental sorts and cognizant of their sins. Needless to say, these were not gentle places, so the sins were often great. After a time they'd retreat to a booth where she would hear confessions. Sometimes they'd cry, but she'd comfort them and offer salvation. Then one, hopefully the worst, would be her meal and she'd kiss him in the alley til he died. Thus was she nourished. Soon, maybe four or five heartbeats after exsanguination, the empty, human husk ignited into a cold, blue flame (as vampire victims always do) and disappeared. Later, in the privacy of her lair (wherever that was), she'd pierce her fingers with tiny lancets and draw the blood, collecting it in  small, glass vials, originally meant for department store perfume samples and bought wholesale from a supply house in Cincinnati, having discovered such things on the web. Sarah is an up to date life-eater.... The tiny vials were dispensed to troubled mortals, preserving their lives and helping them carry on. That was her purpose. That's what she did.

Soon she'd see Tomas... and his new, ersatz 'Robin.' True, he often saved mortals in a similar manner. They all did. But now he was a superhero too..... 'Boys' and their games....

What would she think of that?... And would they still make love on a hidden bed of rose petals as always?

Shhh.... listen to her footfalls click against the pavement. Vampires walk with such purpose...

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