Chapter One

Department of Justice – Bureau Of Investigations official file

Deleted Message board Post on ‘Vampire Girls’ website – www.romanticvampiregirls.com

Recovered via search engine cache.

Removed from cache September 19th.

Top Secret File – Do not share – Do not print

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Post Timestamp: 09-18-08

Member: A_Real_Vampire_Slave

Post count: 1

[quote username="faustsDaughter"]

I don’t know where pixiedemon is! She hasn’t been in school for a few days – I just assumed she was sick. She was seeing that creepy guy and he looked kind of dirty, so it wouldn’t have surprised me. But her mom was crying when I called her house – her cell phone was full. She asked if I’d seen her and told me she’d been kidnapped. If I didn’t know her I would think she’s kidnapped too, but it’s not like this is the first time she’s disappeared with some creep she’s met online. Her mom is clueless. She can take care of herself. I just hope she’s back before Friday because we were supposed to go to get our books signed – I can’t wait!

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She’s not coming back.

She’s dead.

This post is a warning.

You probably won’t believe me but it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be around to read your responses.

How you’ll laugh at me and tell me how poor my attempt at humor is, or how I’m not scary and Halloween isn’t for 2 more months.

You’ve got it all wrong. All of you.

These books, these movies, these television programs – they’re all ****. You’ve been deceived – lulled into a dream filled with sexy vampire heroes, vulnerable goth-boyfriends and creatures who are easily dispatched by high-school girls.

What you’re being spoon fed is rotten. But you keep eating it as if it’s the tastiest thing you’ve ever had and you want more.

The truth is that there are ‘vampires’. They’re real and they are nothing like you want them to be. They love you and they want you – the same way a shark loves and wants it’s prey.

Longing for the vampire’s kiss? You have been tragically misinformed.

A vampire in a hurry may drink from your neck – after they break it; Mercifully you’ll feel nothing but your life slowly ebbing away as you gaze in wide-eyed terror at a beast chewing through your skin, your muscles and sinews to reach your jugular vein.

This is the lucky way to go. Brain death happens much faster this way, especially when a ravenous vampire tears your head from your neck in a feeding frenzy.

But sometimes they want to save some for later. I’ve seen them break a victim’s spine so they can’t move when they hang them slaughterhouse-style and precisely slit their femoral arteries and drain their blood to be enjoyed later with friends.

Vampire ****ing social hour.

Most often they do a few of you at once. The last to go usually has a heart attack and dies before they get to them. But the blood drains all the same – like a hunter’s dead deer in winter, making a crimson splash on the ground below, in preparation for processing the meat.

But all they want is the blood. The meat is for something else. The ****ed up revenant creatures who for some reason didn’t become full-fledged vampires.

We call them zombies.

They rot and eat people. The name fits.

Zombies are everything a vampire isn’t. Flashes in the pan – a quick burst of anything but that nightmares who look like walking corpses and whose brains have succumbed to the disease. The spoiled get the spoils.

Somehow they work for the vampires. Somehow the vampires control them. I never get close to them to try and figure out how it works. They smell like a sewer filled with dead bodies. I keep my distance.

You have made yourselves the easiest of prey. You go to your goth clubs and fantasize about some French foppish dandy with pointy teeth who’ll whisk you away to a romantic world of darkness and bon vivants, wealth and immortality, or some cute goth-boy who can’t help that he drinks blood but would never do that to you.

You are doing their work for them.

And there’s no fighting back.

You can keep your holy water, crosses and guns tucked away safely in their velvet-lined boxes because they won’t help you.

A locked door, a flight of stairs, handguns – all worthless.

Even a slug-loaded shotgun at any distance but point-blank won’t do **** to a vampire.

They have no humanity. Don’t bother begging. They won’t spare you. They don’t care how pretty you are. They live to feed and they want you.

You can’t fight them. You can’t win.

I watch the news. I see what happens. Whenever there is a girl gone ‘missing’, I shake my head and grit my teeth, but I know that I am only trying to block out the voice in my head that is screaming the truth at me. Then they show the picture and I know. God, do I know.

I know because I work for one of them. He makes me work for him – if I refuse, He kills someone else I know. It hurts to refuse Him anyway, so I do it. I lure young girls and boys and women and men away from the safety of the known into the ****stained alleyways of my world.

Then it’s time to give you to Him.

But sometimes he makes me do things to you for his amusement before He takes you.

You can not imagine the awful violence I have committed by His command.

My Hell is now.

I’ve killed your friends, your mothers, your brothers and cousins. They are not coming back. They live in the stomachs of vampires and zombies and there will never be a scrap of flesh left for the police to discover.

Maybe I didn’t deliver the killing blow, but I’m just as guilty as those bastards. I’ve served you up on a silver platter and rung the dinner bell.

So pray. Pray that when you turn over at night the shadow you see out your window is just a trick of the light and not a vampire. Pray that if it is, you have the presence of mind to die of shock before all of your blood is gone.

There is no God, but pray anyway. Maybe it will help.

Probably won’t.

It didn’t help your friend. She begged me to let her go then begged God for help. The look on her face – that is my personal Hell.

I’m so ****ing sorry. My life wasn’t meant to be like this.

It’s over for me. Whatever was left of my soul is finally dead.

I’m going to blow my head off now. This isn’t a suicide note or a cry for help. This is my way out. Eating a bullet will feel so much better than living like this.

Maybe a few of you will even read this before it gets deleted and wake the **** up.

Because I’m not the only one.

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