The Freaks come out at night

It is funny how the mind wanders when you’re waiting. Let’s take the truth for instance; Human beings have a great capacity for blindness even in the face of logic, a system they created themselves I might add. I could stand here and tell you the truth and you would not believe me, I tried it once and I know whereof I speak. 1

Language is a great tool, and one that Man invented. Let’s look at an example. Catholic (with a little c) means free from prejudice and attachment, or broad-minded. Apply it to a religion and suddenly intolerance, power and greed rear their ugly heads and make the vessel of this label one of the most feared organisations in the world. The inquisition was a bad time for us. I wouldn’t mind so much but all religion is is a promise of life later, life after death. How can so many of you fall for it?2

As for us? Well, we have no religion, no idols and nothing to distract us. We organise when we must and cooperate at need. Most of what you write about us is false. Logic again showing the way but failing to be seen.3

Let’s take a stake through the heart. Yes, it does the job, as does decapitation and burning. Show me a human being who can survive through any of that. See? Folk lore and myth. Fairy tales.4

The cross thing. I mean come on. Why a cross? It’s just a couple of pieces of wood tied at right-angles. I remember the bible being published. What a lovely piece of fiction that was. The main character never existed ( I was in the area around about the right time) and tales from a host of other religions were adapted. Great propaganda! I ask myself this: If a virgin birth is possible because of divine intervention...why have a mother in the first place? Surely such an all powerful being could redo Adam?5

No, humanity likes a bit of realism even in a myth or fairy tale. Who wants an alien as a God? Spare rib anyone?6

Garlic is more of an eating thing, an aversion rather than a deterrent. I can cross water too!7

Shape-shifting? Nah. Bats? Nah. We have a far superior sense of smell and we’re akin, in strength and agility, to humanity as an Olympic athlete is to a couch-potato. I have to admit, you do come up with some wonderful words! We can smell each other. Oh and let me lay to rest the jugular thingy. Let’s get technical. The Jugular is a vein. Veins take old, used and EMPTY blood back to the heart to get oxygenated. Why would any self-respecting entity want stale blood? I ask you. If it were me, I’d go for the carotid, fresh and plump!8

That gives you a bit of a hint doesn’t it? We had scientists look into it at one stage. The blood is a carrier, nothing more, to us.9

Still, as a piece of mis-direction, done by humans I might add, it was a masterstroke. No, the answer lies in the adrenal gland; there lies the key to our longevity and immortality. Are we truly immortal? Well, how can we tell? History is not done with us yet. 10

Here’s the kicker though, adrenalin comes in several forms. It is an immediate product of stress.11

Sex, yup, it’ll do the trick but weak compared to other types. Environmental stress, such as reaction to noise or light, piss-poor by comparison, almost negligible really. Mortal fear, now that’s the champagne. Here night is our ally. The night has long been associated with dread, monsters and such macabre matters. The primitive dread of the night is almost an aphrodisiac. Fiction again, silent dread. The proportion of human beings that can sense danger is too low even for statisticians. Noise is a tool here. Did I mention daylight has no effect on us? Well, we are a branch-off of humans; a mutation might describe us better. Oh and we can interbreed. Remember the sex? Of course the trick is to extract the fluid of life before its potency fades. No, I use a dentist like anyone else, I don’t have fangs. My own personal favorite is to...ah, shame my wait is over.12

There was a gathering of Goths and ’vampyrs’ tonight, amusing really. I call them Gullibles. My date is walking this way now, dressed in black, make-up...black on white. She doesn’t know it’s a date with her dreams yet. Oh, yes, a final point really, about the night. It’s when the freaks come out. That’s reason number two for our love of the night. After all who will really miss a freak? They’ve got it coming! Or at least this one has.13

Ciao14