Vampire Diary: White Wedding

Dear Diary,

Men still seek out monsters. They look for beings from other planets. They seek fish. They look for murderers. Men dress like women and look like women. Then they remove their clothing and walk naked and afraid. Why are they afraid?

Maybe they want to be like the men and women who solve crimes then make love and rip each other’s clothing, then smoke and ponder the meaning of life, then go back to their guns.

I find myself mesmerized by the women in wedding dresses. I was saying yes to the dress.

I was cheering for men called Giants throwing balls as fast as rockets. Then there were tiny people with tiny little children. Teeny tiny little children who didn’t perform for anyone. Just were playing like any children, just smaller. People spoke of war and economic disaster and weather, but I kept going back to   the two men who helped bring a love lorn woman to a man she’d never met. I thought it was going to be about fish. The man turned out to be somebody else. The woman was angry. They talked. I would have had him killed, but that is just me. I went back to the wedding dresses, then to uneducated people catching alligators, then to ghost hunters and someone praying. I wonder why they pray. Maybe they’re looking for mates or the perfect dress or fish. Or maybe they want a rusty old gas station signs. Maybe they want to find a murderer. They are all looking for drugs. They are all looking for love. They are not all naked but they all seem to be afraid.

I stopped to see a beautiful woman tattoo beautiful images over bad tattoos. Two men, her friends, did the same. They were not interested in fish or alligators or storing units. They were artists. I could not find any other artists.

There was something called The Notebook. I’ve heard women talking about it. I watched part of it but did not understand. I went back to the wedding dresses. I said yes again.

This thing they call cable and TV is insane. I was never interested before. Now, I must turn the machine off and drape a cloth over the large screen on my wall.

~ Vlad

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Dear Diary,

Last night as I was sinking my fangs into the neck of a beautiful woman my thoughts were not on blood. My hand went down her hot bare body and I wondered would she look better in a ball gown style dress or a mermaid style.

~ Vlad

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Dear Diary,

My cat is sitting next to me surrounded by her kittens. They sleep together, a ball of vibrating fur.

A man who looks like he has a hairball on his head is on the television screen. He wants to be president. He has offended everyone. My friend Gillian told me about two others called Deez Nuts and Limberbutt McCubbins. I think I will vote for them.

~ Vlad

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Dear Diary,

Last night I walked along the street and stopped in front of the window of a tattoo artist. I went inside.

I told the man I wanted a woman in a white dress on my arm. He suggested a pin-up style and drew a picture. She was beautiful.

He asked about my cold skin. I told him not to worry about it.

Four hours later I left with a white gowned bride on my arm. Her beauty would stay with me, only for a while. By sunrise she was gone. My skin rejects the ink, but I will always have the memory of my bride.

I thought of a wedding, my wedding, many centuries ago. She wore blood red silk. Her dark curls hung down her back. Her eyes only on me. Her image is tattooed in my memories. The feel of her touch is always on my skin.

Where is she now?

~ Vlad

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Dear Diary,

I have found homes for all of the kittens. I will keep the white and tabby one. I have no name for him yet.

My lover Gillian said I need to get them fixed. I told her there was nothing wrong with them. She rolled her eyes and said fixed means fixing them so they won’t reproduce anymore. She said it was the right thing to do.

Gillian doesn’t know that I imagine her in a strapless white ball gown with full skirts and beading. Despite the fact that Gillian, like me, is a Vampire I often imagine her with warm skin and hot blood as I carry her to my bed.

Unlike hot blooded women Gillian never asks me what I’m thinking or how I feel. She wouldn’t make a very good reality TV show. I don’t understand exactly why I think that, but it doesn’t matter.

~ Vlad

victorian vampire girl

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For more Vampire Diary Installments click on the links below:

Vampire Diary

Vampire Diary: Intervention

Vampire Diary: Game Day

Vampire Diary: Feeling Alive

Vampire Diary: Blood Red

Vampire Diary: Embroiled in a Dream (and still cute)

Vampire Diary: Something I do understand

Vampire Diary: Modern Worlds

14 thoughts on “Vampire Diary: White Wedding

  1. I start to like Vlad. He seems to be an intelligent man, trying to adjust as well as possible and being interested in many things. Besides: He’s got an excellent eye for details – and tons of fantasy. 😀

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