Today I had the shock of my undead life.
My good friend Randolpho invited me over for an evening of wine, blood, and maybe cards. Ranolpho also mentioned something about a horror movie he wanted me to see. I told him that horror movies bore me. He assured me that this one would not.
When I arrived at his home I knocked upon the door. Randolpho did not answer. I waited, then went inside. Most of the lights were off but I could hear the sound of a man’s voice. The voice was coming from the radio.
I stood listening to the broadcast, unable to believe what I was hearing. Creatures from another planet had attacked the Earth. Then it all came back. I was the Vampire King. I would now step out of retirement and lead my forces.
“Randolpho,” I called out to my friend. “We must gather the Vampires and lead the way against the aliens.”
Randolpho came out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“What are you talk about? Oh. THAT.” Then the bastard started to laugh. “That is War of the Worlds. I play it every year at this time. Oh my God. I can’t believe you thought it was real.”
Fooled again. “Do not laugh at my expense Randolpho, it will to end well,” I told him.
Then he told me the story of a radio broadcast eighty years ago that was based on a slightly older story written by a man called H.G. Wells.
Halloween season is going to kill me, and I am a Vampire. I do not understand any of it.
Later we watched a movie called, “Nightmare Before Christmas.”
I could, what do they call it, relate? I could relate to Jack.
Today I purchased pumpkins. Tomorrow the children will go out into the streets to ask for candy. The pumpkins are signals that they will find what they seek.
With a knife I hollowed out the pumpkins, then carved frightful faces. I laughed at my efforts. One looked like a ghoul with broken teeth. Another like a cat. A third was the face of a beautiful woman who would have eyes that blazed with the light of candles.
After I carved the pumpkins, with nothing to do since my dreams of regrouping a Vampire army fell through, I looked up the name Orson Wells.
He was the man who created the radio play War of the Worlds. Intrigued, I poured a glass of blood and watched the movie Citizen Kane.
After it was over I sat in the dark for an hour and contemplated Rosebud. Maybe I have my own Rosebud that haunts me. I have an entire rose bush. Make that an entire rose garden.
Now I am even more confused. After three hundred years locked in a crypt nothing prepared me for Orson Wells. I am 675 years old and nothing prepared me for this.
Today is Halloween. It is the Day of the Dead.
As I was putting out my Jack-o-lantern pumpkins my neighbor was dragging her garbage can out to the street. It looked as though she had filled it with sand and gravel. I went over and helped her. It was nothing for me to take it out. Vampires are like that. She thanked me and said she liked my pumpkins.
“Those are pretty scary pumpkins Vlad,” she said to me.
“Do you think the are too scary for small children to see,” I asked.
“No, you can never be too scary. As long as they’re not pornographic they’ll be fine.”
I was not quite sure what she meant by “pornographic” and I did not ask.
When night fell children dressed as all manner of beings came to the door. I gave them all candy. They were very cute.
I could hear the mothers standing, waiting by the curb saying, “This is Vlad’s house. Oh my god, he is sooooooo cute. The man is hot.”
They did not know I could hear them, after all I am a Vampire so my hearing is exceptional. They smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back. Then they would giggle.
Cute. Small children in unicorn costumes are cute. How can I be cute? I am not a small child, or wearing sparkling costumes. I do not understand.
What I do understand is that they find me attractive. That is a good thing, even on Halloween.
After all of the tiny monsters had come to visit my door my love Gillian said, “Now it is time for us to go out. I have costumes.”
“I want to be Orson Wells,” I said, making a joke. Gillian did not laugh.
Gillian brought out clothes, now considered old fashioned.
“This is high fashion from the 1880’s. We’re going to be Vampires,” she said.
“We are already Vampires my love,” I said kissing her beautiful cold cheek.”Let’s stay in tonight.”
“Seriously Vlad, this is the one day of the year we can go out and show our fangs. Our REAL fangs. And I love the clothes. You’ll look so handsome.”
“I am already handsome. Ask anyone. I am also cute.” Another joke. She smiled.
“Come on, get changed.”
So we went out. Gillian in a purple and orange velvet dress with a large bustle, and I in a fine suit, with a purple vest, and a large top hat. Randolpho wears hats like that even now. He looks ridiculous, but that is another story.
We had a grand time out, with fangs out. It was a wonderful evening, scary, cute, and quite charming.
Yet, as we walked the streets where the nightlife was active and full of people in costumes I could not help but look at the night sky…to see if anyone, or anything was watching.
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~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman