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I wanna swim with White Sharks in South Africa

I wanna go to Brazil and watch the FIFA

I wanna play with some of the penguins in Antartica

I wanna climb the Stonehenge and eat pizza

I wanna meet a member of LULZSEC and shake his hand

I wanna go to the Sahara and walk barefoot on its sand

I wanna take a pic of a huge space shuttle as it lands

I wanna see the statue of Liberty as it still stands

I wanna bathe in the Niagara Falls and shout 

I wanna skydive in the Grand Canyon, that’s no doubt.

I wanna eat in Beijing, China and be stout

I wanna play in Las Vegas and just go about

I wanna eat a lot of hotdogs in New York City

I wanna be in Rio for the carnival and dance silly

I wanna check the Dead Sea and float like crazy

I wanna climb Cairo’s pyramid and dig some mummy

I wanna eat red hot chilli in fun Jamaica

I wanna experience days with nights in Alaska

I wanna dig out lots of diamonds in Southern Kenya

I wanna take a road trip in old, old Persia

I wanna bungee jump in the Eiffel tower

I wanna check on the Netherlands and pick a flower

I wanna go to Rome to see the Pope’s power

I wanna watch the night sky light up with meteor shower

I wanna ski in the Alps under its rumblings

I wanna lie in the Bahamas’ sweet tidings

I wanna be on top of the world’s highest building

I wanna go to Scotland and scare bunnies out its hiding

I wanna swim in the Great Barrier Reef and find Nemo

I wanna go to Brazil and watch people dance tango

I wanna go forest trip in Central Congo

I wanna chill and paint the sky indigo

I wanna lie in Boracay for a great sun tan

I wanna be crazy and just have some fun

I wanna be in Hollywood and meet the Wayans

I wanna go to the Inca and say “in your face, Mayans”

I wanna stay at an airport and just miss my flight

I wanna go inside a cave without any light

I wanna be in Spain and watch a bullfight

I wanna check a haunted mansion and play fright

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Blood cravings and Blood sucking

Like any other existence, vampires thrive in the survival of the fittest. We eat to survive. And I may ask you the very basic question  among vampires - what do we eat? And I would be happy to oblige and answer, Blood!

Blood is our major diet. But yes, unlike most other vampires, my family eats human food. I even love McDonald’s crispy fried chicken and French fries.

Some vampires I know are even vegetarians. Vegetarians, in our dictionary, means they don’t suck human blood, at all. They only feast on animal blood or they entirely consume human food alone.

My family actually indulge in animal blood occasionally. But it is far different from human blood. Human blood can essentially put a stop on a vampire’s blood cravings. The feeling of satisfaction after gorging on human blood is ecstasy.

Some traditional vampires do crave for human blood. But as for my family, luckily, we do not. My ancestors, for that matter, tended to suppress their cravings. I have even learned that my parents even lock themselves up in their rooms for days and nights just to repress the hunger and thirst for human blood. Their repression guided them to adopt human ways of food intake. And luckily, my parents made us adapt into that kind of restraint too. Me, and my siblings, obviously, were briefed and were born into that kind of containment. And yes, we like it.  

My family owns a hospital, encase you are wondering where we get fresh blood. My father is a notorious doctor – he has a number of specialization, since as I said he is 320 years old. But he is heart surgeon. Ironic, right? But no, we don’t suck the blood of people who don’t pay their bills. LOL

We have a huge blood bank, where we can get fresh and healthy blood, from blood donors, of course. J My parents made sure that we have the safest and cleanest source of blood for the family. The blood bank is not only for human use, but for vampire use too. J

We consume blood through glasses and it must be drunk as soon as possible. Or we end up drinking stale and unsafe blood. These bloods are served in bottles, like wine or plastic packets or blood bags like those used in blood banks. They are sometimes chilled but are best-tasting if warm. Not that I don’t like it, but I try my best to avoid it.   

I mean, come on, we are modern vampires. We don’t suck human blood straight from the necks anymore. We tended to evolve. We coincide with the modern world.  But I do not refute that there are still blood-sucking, traditional vampires. 

And if other vampires want blood straight from humans, they can always get out of our sight and live us be. We don’t do that thing anymore. But we also leave those traditional vampires with themselves too. They are responsible for their actions if they want their meal to be fresh from human victims.

My mother, on the other hand, is a renowned lawyer. She has defended vampires who are charged with murder. But of course, humans never found out that we or they are vampires. It is either she had the wits and the guts to defend them and/or she can acquire legal or medical documents stating that her clients are indeed not guilty. She is the head of one of our country’s prestigious law firm. And yes, she also handles human cases.

My mother has even handled the notorious case of Stan Nicolai, the first vampire who has been caught-in-the-act doing his crimes in the open for a century. Several cops were even witnesses and there was even a rumor of a video showing his act of killing the woman.

Stan Nikolai was a famous soccer player. His family was wealthy, filthy rich some may say, and they are vampires. Stan was caught-on-the-act of sucking blood from a woman, who was later found out to be one of his fans. The woman died in our hospital after my father tried everything to save her. And since Stan was a soccer superstar, the media dragged his name down. But it didn’t stop there.

My mother came into the rescue. She was hired by Stan’s influential family. She defended Stan’s actions in court pompously. My mother has acquired important documents stating that the woman was suffering from a case of usual and rare heart disease. And that her provocative and intimate rendezvous with Stan caused her unfortunate death. My father was even called to testify for Stan since he tried to revive the woman. All of cops who witnessed the “crime” were either paid or their memories were “erased”, and the rumoured video went missing. Stan Nicolai was found not guilty and released from jail. Today, he still is an infamous soccer player.    

Yes, I will never deny the fact that there are still traditional vampires who still feast on humans, human blood. But they are absolutely responsible for their character and their actions. And I know that a certain group of vampires called the “Society” cleans up the messes they create. The “Society” was responsible for cleaning Stan Nikolai’s case. I will discuss the “Society” further as I continue.

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The wind was cold, it was blowing slowly. And I could feel my body shiver… I feel really cold. I looked up at the dark, gloomy night sky. And I saw the moon, it was in a perfect sphere shape, I would bet it was a full moon. I walked as fast as I could, I didn’t want to see anybody at this moment nor did I want anybody to see me. I don’t want to see any human at this time. I don’t want to take risks right now. I fear that I might do something so outrageous that I would not take the risk. I apprehended that I might do something terrible. I hurriedly walked towards the coven - my parents’ house, without looking back.

But despite the fact that I have prepared for a night like this, I know that I will fail the test. I could smell human blood in a distant, despite the fact that I don’t see any human around. My keen sense of smell never fools me, and it has indeed become stronger. I actually never liked it. But I don’t have a choice.

This is my family’s curse, our misfortune; that we are descendants of Count Vladimir Tepes Dracula. You could ask Bram Stoker for an interview and he absolutely knows about it. LOL

I have always asked my parents if why this has become of us. And they have constantly given us the same answer every time. This is who we are. We are born with that curse, with that disease. We never have the choice. If only I had a choice.

Legends speak of tales that to become a vampire, one must be bitten by a vampire first. A mortal human must be drained to death until no blood run his veins. On the brink of his last breath and the last beat of his dying heart, he must be given blood by the vampire, who sired him, either from his neck or wrist. Then, he must be kept in a place, coffin or room, to constrain and develop his hunger for blood. When he wakes up, by then, he automatically becomes an undead. A new vampire is born.

This legend is true.

But oddly, some vampires are born to vampire couples. Like me and my siblings, my parents are both vampires. And amazingly, I haven’t heard of another coven where the Master Vampire treats their people or creation as their children. And yes, we are our father’s children. Not just his creations, his children, literally. I will try to explain later in the pages as we go along.

In our modern time and with internet-hype generation, who would believe that we still exist? Yes, we do exist. And I am one living proof. And there are hundred of thousands, if not millions more out there. We are living among and with humans… in silence. There are about an estimation of 5-10% of the total population of mortal humans. And that is a huge number.   

It is far difficult to carry this legacy. Some people, humans or vampires, may see it odd that I often wish that I was never a vampire.

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M. Jewels Cartujano

Prologue

Both her sisters hated the idea of her agreeing to it. They both even cried. They said it was an act of self torture and a lifetime agony. They even convinced her not to do it.

But she understood all the odds. Her father’s word is law. No one is above it. Not even them, his children. She also understood her mother’s silence. She, too, can’t defy her husband.

For the first time in her life, she felt like any other woman in her generation - her rights were limited, her voice gagged, her actions watched, and her mind suppressed.

Many people would consider Margaret blessed. She was lucky that she is a Lord’s daughter. She was fortunate that she was educated like a noble lord should be. She was providential that she was circling into the high society. And she was fluky enough that she was acknowledged like a man with complete rights in her time.

But in every life is a hidden secret. She was pact to be married to someone she has not even met. She just knew about it and just discovered it lately. Her father informed her about it, just two nights ago. And for two nights, she cried her eyes out. She never stopped until her eyes could bear tears no longer.

She remembered the night she and her father talked.

“I have given you everything you wanted,” the Lord of Hampshire spoke with authority, as he sat on the huge, comfortable, maroon couch. They were by the huge stone fireplace, underneath the sparkling lights of many candelabras.

“Yes, Father,” she nodded, feeling something is not right. “The best one could ever offer. Why father? Is there something I need to do for you?”

A smiled formed in Henry’s lips. He knew that he was never wrong of having a daughter like Margaret. He was indeed lucky. “Yes. There is this case I want to refer to you.”

“Anything for you, Father,” she sat down infront of the couch he was sitting down. She was looking and listening to him, attentively. Like an eager child listening to a fairy taler. “Anything I will do in my power.”

“Yes. There is this tale of a king, who is at war with another kingdom,” he started his tale as he looked at her. “The king and his rival agreed to marry off their children for their kingdoms to stop fighting and be united,” he knew his daughter was listening carefully. “What can you say about it?”

Like an intellectual, educated aristocrat, Margaret thought in silence for a while. Then, she spoke, “If they did it for the love and safety of their people, then, they are making a wise decision, Father.”

“You thought so?” Henry asked again, searching honesty into her eyes. He knew that she will answer it wisely and intellectually.

She nodded. “Yes. Like any wise king must do. The protection, safety and the well-being of the kingdom must come first. If his son or his daughter doesn’t agree, then, he or she is not worth the thrown. Being a noble is a privilege and an honor. It is a passion, wherein one is fortunate enough to serve others,” she spoke with finesse and intelligence.

Henry nodded in amazement. “Well-said, my daughter,” he smiled. “You are indeed, my precious possession,” he was impressed of his daughter’s vindication and response. She was indeed intelligent for a woman in her time.

She smiled back at him. She never knew that she could impress her father this easy. “Is that all, Father?” she stood up waiting for his answer.

“Yes,” he spoke as he nodded and smiled at her.

When she was about to turn her back, she heard her father speak again, calling her name this time. That she looked at him again. This time, she saw his father lower his head and his voice.

“I am marrying you off,” he declared in her face in a very calm yet commanding voice.

She felt deaf, her world started to crumble. “What?” she stammered. She felt like being thrown into a deep darkness. That she seemed not to breathe and she felt her heart stopped pumping. She felt like tumbling down, feeling sick and she felt that she was not stepping on the ground. She felt uncomfortable and uneasy.

“You heard me aright,” he spoke with an assurance. This time, her father stood up and looked at her straight into her eyes. His voice was more authoritative than ever.

“I can’t believe this,” she uttered in a staggering voice. She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks as she nodded her head slowly. She didn’t even notice that she was crying. “You… you can’t do this to me, Father,” she sat down the couch again.

“You said, it will be an honor to be the sacrificial lamb of the family,” Henry stood up, towering her. “You said that you will be honored serving your people. And that anyone who declines an opportunity like this is not worth the title,” he stared at her like a Lord would stare his servants. Then, his aura change again, he was looking at her like a father would do his precious daughter. “My daughter, I’m not asking you to just do it for me, but do it for your mother, your siblings and your people.”

She stood up too, she felt heavy and nauseated. She has never been forced to do anything she didn’t want to do her whole life. But right at this moment, she felt the pressure to say yes. She loved her father dearly and a ‘no’ will break his heart. “Let me think about it, Father…”

“There is nothing to think of, Margaret,” he breath deeply. Then, he stood up, “I have made my decision. In the next full moon, you will be wed!” he commanded in a very authoritative voice.

“But,” she tried to speak but not a word came out. She doesn’t know what to say. She can’t think straight right now. She didn’t see his father’s reaction of her response. It doesn’t matter right now. 

She just turned her back, went up the stairs, proceeded to her room and cried.

She cried her heart out. She cried until there were tears no longer. She cried like tomorrow is the world’s end. She cried, thinking of all the possibilities she can do, and realizing that answers are not on her side.

Her mother tried to console her, but she knew that this time, her mother is not on her side.

Her mother has been the conscience of her father. She was his moral and ethical adviser. He respected her opinion on anything. Now, where is her mother’s voice?

How could her mother permit this thing to happen? Her mother had the choice of whom to marry. She had the preference among her endless-lined suitors. She had the right to pick who she wanted. Why not her? She has often heard her mother speak about finding true love and happily ever after.

Like her, Lady Mary was educated, trained and brought up in a high society. She was a Duke’s daughter and she was Lord Henry’s undying love. They were matched up by society’s matchmakers and they just immediately clicked. Their wedding was one of the prestigious and marked weddings of their time. They were so inlove with each other that one can see happiness in their eyes. They had four children, and the first of the three daughters is Margaret, then there were Elizabeth, Beatriz, and David, their only and youngest son.

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OMG… i have submitted a comment on Jeaniene Frost website…

and guessed what? she replied! Weeeeee…..

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i have been doing a series of vampire novels…

i cant find the time to finish them although i have the complete synopsis for all of it….

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HRH means Her Royal Hotness. - pebbles

you mean HER ROYAL HOT AIR…. hahahahahha - jewels

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Miel’s shoes

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