HFW Reprinted with permission:
Dear (Name Removed),
What sort of question is this? I
should think by now you know the answer. I do understand the temptation
to speak regarding your granddaughter’s interests. Do vampires exist,
My old friend, perhaps you
tell me what the world believes now? This question has been asked time
and time again, throughout history. Perhaps I might assuage your grand
daughter’s curiosity, though I certainly wouldn’t recommend it and,
I know, you wouldn’t either.
I’m continually shocked by the
modern interest in vampires. In years
past, derivatives of the word "vampire" were whispered in fear! Behind
closed doors, they gathered and
in hushed, frightened tones their stories stained the night air. Tales
of demons, specters and monsters filled their imaginations. Yet it
such things are no longer feared, but desired. We
only watch, of course, adoring each of you, your inventions and
We once watched in silence as rational men defiled the corpses of their
loved ones and sent prayers to their Gods. We sat at the tables of
their lords and danced with queens and despite our secrecy we were
loved. Our presence is unnaturally appealing, certainly, as you’ve said
so yourself. Gods, did you say?
Yes, I’m ashamed to say your assistant lost a bit of
his mind upon meeting me. But (name removed), never before now has my
kind been venerated for that
which we are!
In this very year of 2011, the adoration
of our kind borders on religious. Your Anne Rice, Twilight and True
Blood are everywhere and the whole world seems to be asking that one,
Vampires Exist?” .
Children venerate posters of
pale, young men and women on their bedroom walls. Married women swoon
over thinly veiled vampire smut in their suburban homes. Beautiful
young men and women have their canines filed. Many adopt interesting
beliefs regarding vampirism I find charming.
Yet still I watch.
Silently I walk among you; immortal, beautiful and wishing so very much
to embrace these men and women, to show them the truth and to love them.
This, (name removed), is a fascinating
time. Your internet allows a degree of anonymity never before available
to us. The human love affair with the Vampire is at its peak and I am,
of course, curious.
Do Vampires Exist? Do we? Or are we simply an anomaly, a bastardization
of nature? I suggest you veer your grand daughter away from believing.
Though I hunger to interact, it simply isn’t safe. When she asks again,
“Do vampires exist?” point her young, foolish heart to the folklore and
to the myths. Assure her that not so long ago man simply didn’t have
the science and knowledge he does
today. Tell her there is nothing romantic, nothing beautiful. Tell her
this. I know you don’t wish for her what you have been through,
regardless of your loyalty to me. I know you will say it is a lie, yet
how often have you for me in the past? Do so for your grand daughter
I must warn you, should she
stumble upon it, The
Immortal Underground, does have a place online beyond the old
back alleys and clubs. So many seek to believe, yet it's still their
disbelief that keeps us safe. The ambiguity of the internet allows us
the rare privilege of removing our masks for a time. I welcome you,
should you wish to visit. You’ll know my handle.
(Name Removed), Your vampire