I wanted to interview the Vamp ho for the blog since we have such similar taste in men, but the bitch declined to talk to me. We never really have gotten along, I shouldn’t be that surprised. *eye roll* I was able to find a replacement interviewer that met her approval. Please enjoy @LorenaTheMaker as told to my new Senior correspondent, @MeeMawBellefleu….
MeeMaw: *leans over to the side and scans you from the floor up, kinda slow, thinks, she sure is a pretty little thang, must be a Southern gal*
Good evenin’ Lorena. That Yankee girl @BillsBelles asked if I might like to ask you a few questions folks have been wonderin’ about. Thanks for taken the time. She said you requested me. *shrugs*
First of all, is there anything you can remember about your Non Fanger, uh, unVampingness, er, Human Life? *gulps*
Lorena: I do not often desire to remember my human life, but as that @BillsBelles bloodbag will no doubt be reporting this for My @VampireBill, I will discuss some of it with you.
I was born in the 18th century. My mother was a lady in waiting for the Austrian Empress. She sent me to Vienna, where I was raised by a small group of nuns. I was a wonderful child, well behaved and educated, spending most of my days communing with nature and praying. I was quite a fool. Foolish enough to almost complete my vows and join the sisters. Fortunately for me, I was out a bit after dark one evening and was taken by a gypsy and made Vampire. Looking back, I believe I would have said it was divine intervention. *laughs*
Meemaw: *shocked and stunned*The 18th Century? Nuns? Taken By A Gypsy and made Vampire? *grabbin’ my chest* What in the ham sandwich? *composes self* So that makes you almost 300 years old. And a foreigner *rolls eyes* Kind of interestin’ to think of all the things you’ve seen happen.
Speakin’ of your William, I was quite shocked to learn that you were his mother. So you had a baby when you were 100 years old? *shocked, grabs lower stomach* How in the H E double hockey sticks did you breastfeed a baby Vampire? Was he a good baby? He seems quite gentlemanly, and raised right. Even though you’re a killer, er um, a Fange, um, a Vampire, you did quite a fine job.
Lorena: *rolls eyes, wondering why I agreed to do this* I did not make a baby Vampire. @VampireBill was a grown man when he stumbled upon me and I gave him the gift of immortality. The word is maker, not mother, but yes…William was a very good boy *pops fangs recalling just how “good” he could be*
M: What do you mean, stumbled? He fell? *confused* And how do you make a Vampire? A shot or somethin’? *confused*
L: Stumbled upon….ran into….knocked on my door and asked me to feed him. Better? *exasperated sigh*
How does one become a maker? Simple, really. First you bite your desired progeny, drain them of their blood to the point just prior to death, then force feed them from your veins. They must lie with you underground for the transformation to take place. It is a quite magical and moving experience.
M: *gags, runs off to bathroom*
*comes back ten minutes later* Well alrighty then! Why did you do that to him? He was lookin’ to be fed, and you killed him? No wonder he looks so sad! You are a beast! *wipin’ tears*
Then what happened after that? *sniffles*
L: I was also looking to be fed *fangy grin* When William came to my door, he was a gentleman, I fed him and he did not try to take advantage of me as so many others before him had. I envisioned him as the perfect progeny *sighs* sensitive, sweet, and obedient.
For many years after that night, I taught him everything he needed to know of his nature. He was a magnificent specimen, forceful….a killing machine. I have many fond memories of our travels. We spent our nights sightseeing, I would dance with the many men we met while William played the piano. Later we would drain them and make love in their blood. *sighs* I often miss the way we were. Before he decided to grow a conscience. *growls*
M: *shock, mouth hangs open, gags, runs back to bathroom*
*half hour later, comes back composed*
I, uh, would imagine that blood was hard to get out of your clothes, since we didn’t have the Tide pen. *shrugs* So are you saying that Bill Compton has a conscience now? Do you? Why did he leave you?
L: *wakens from downtime* I would not know, as I do not do my laundry myself. Why bother when you have your victim’s closet at your disposal?
William, I think, tries too hard to fit in with the humans. He doesn’t embrace his nature, he denies it. I, on the other hand, am accepting of what I am. I relish in the opportunities it has afforded me and the power being a Vampire can bring.
William grew steadily tired of our lifestyle. The sparkle left his eyes and he claimed to no longer lust for blood and sex, with me, in the way a Vampire should. I never completely believed him, thinking if only he muddled through his feelings, he would come around. We fought about the subject many nights, as he denied all I had given him and my feelings. One night, I could no longer stand to see him tormented and released him. He was alone and on his own for the first time in three-quarters of a century. *fights tears*
M: *excited* Well! Good for him! I mean, that’s too bad, Darlin’ cause I know that probably hurt bad. *hiding smirk*
What brought you to Twitter? We’re you tryin’ to find him again?
L: Contrary to popular belief, I did not come to Twitter to find My William. That was purely coincidental.
Undeath can be quite droll, I was merely attempting to pass the time and found my dear friend Charles, @VampireMagister. I have spent most of my nearly 10 months on Twitter wreaking havoc with him in one form or another.
M: Well I ain’t stupid. You came here to find him, who are you tryin’ to fool? I thought you said he wasn’t yours anymore, you just called him my. *smirks* Have you tried to contact him on Twitter. I know where he lives.
L: *holds back bloody tears, recalling recent events* I have made contact with William on Twitter, on several occasions. At the moment, we are not speaking. He both disgusts me and fills me with great pride at the same time. He still possesses the unbeating heart of a true Vampire. I have seen it. *GROWLS* I merely tried to teach his child @JessicaHamby the things he was failing miserably at and he…*fills with rage* He has used me and played with my emotions too many times for my liking. *FANGS*
M: *scared to death, runs to tinkle*
*moves my chair about ten feet back* Do you mind not extendin’ those sharp teeth?
Why does uh, William find you disgustin’, cause you seem nice enough and ladylike enough to me? *shrugs*
L: *blood tears* Last we spoke, he told me he could have loved me for an eternity if I would have stopped killing people for sport. What does he expect from me? *sobs* I am Vampire, killing is what I do.
M: *backs away, hands you Kleenex, closes door, turns on microphone and continues interview from locked room* You won’t kill me will you? *shakes* You’re startin’ to scare me.
Well if he ain’t eatin’ folks, can’t you do the same? *confused*
L: *dabs eyes* I have no desire to kill you, bloodbag. I am far too distraught. Besides, I cannot go around killing William’s neighbors or he will never accept me again.
I could, but I am Vampire. I am designed to feed from the blood of humans. I could mainstream like William, pretend to be what I am not, but really….what’s the point? Do not let him fool you, he hides his nature well, but is capable of terrible things *sly grin*
M: *wipes brow* Well alrighty then, movin’ on. What are your plans for the future?
L: I try not to make plans, one never knows when they will be unceremoniously staked. I suppose if I had to wager a guess, I would say I may run into My William again, or perhaps Charles will have some use for me. At any rate, I will find plenty of ways to keep my nights occupied *fangy grin*
M: *speaks into microphone from behind plate-glass* One last question. Did you kidnap him, Lorena?
L: Even if I did, why on Earth would I tell you? *raises brow*
