That Time Cornelius the Ancient was Visited by God

I've lived over 2,000 years. This is nothing compared to my kinsmen Cornelius. Time to him is inconsequential, because he stands outside of time. In my 2,000 years, almost all with him, he has told me secrets of the universe. One of this was about the christian god. This is what he told me.

"The new humans believe that god started out first and created the world and the universe. The idea is ridiculous, because I (Cornelius) was here before any human; before even the planet. Humans have no concept of time, so they only measure things in time. They put god before them as a sort of respect, but god cannot exist without their own belief. The truth is, humans came first, created god out of their need to have something greater than themselves, once they got a bit of intelligence and poof he came into existence. But unfortunately, this new god, is just that, the news of all the thousands of gods they've created. He's the weakest of all the gods ever, because the belief of humans is the weakest it's ever been."

One day in the lair a being came into the lair and with his presence, thunder struck and everyone in the lair died, except myself and Cornelius of course, since he's a true immortal. 

I rushed into his bed chamber, to see what had happened. And there stood this being bathed in white light. He was an African with bare feet and a long robe. His eyes burned like molten lava, and he had an aura, not too unlike Cornelius'. 

Cornelius sat in his bed with his pillow at his back. He drank tea, a thing he was trying to see why people liked it.

"Father all the staff are dead," I said not taking my eyes off the being.

Cornelius moved his finger, on the tea cup, and it was as if the entire lair came to life. You could feel life return to the place. 3 of my sons came into the bedchamber, aware that they had died. It probably wouldn't be the last time it would happen to them.

"You are an abomination in my sight," said the being.

Cornelius casually took a sip from his cup and said, "I could said the same about you, you little upstart." He looked at me and he lifted up his cup and said, "take a sip."

I went to his bed and took a sip. I thought he wanted me to see if it had enough sugar or something. I immediately knew the taste. He waved my sons over to also sip. They hesitated so I motioned them over.

As he gave each one a sip he continued, "Barthalameus, my child, this is the creature the humans call god."

By this time the blood from the teacup had taken over and I was reeling. It was burning my stomach and quickly spreading out through my bod. My sons lay writhing on the floor by then.

God caught on that he had been somehow tricked. BOOM, his voice almost cracked the foundation of the floor. You could tell immediately that another way of death had gone through the lair. My 3 sons still lay on the floor writhing, in both pain and euphoria. The last of their humanity was leaving them, but they remained untouched by the voice of god, as did I.

Cornelius lifted a finger on his teacup again and said, "I would wish you would stop killing off my offspring. You do know I could kill you. I could make you cease to exist and I could, with a snap of my finger wipe out all of your believers, and wipe the memories of all the humans to even remember you ever existed. Do not tempt me. Isn't that what you told them?"

"I am the lord, they god." He bellowed.

Another wave of death. Another finger lift by Cornelius.

Cornelius sat the teacup and saucer down on the floor next to him. He took the fingernail of his right hand and drew a line on his left wrist. I expected to see blood drip down from it but instead a being started forming. It was crimson and power and red emanated from it. The horror of what it was spread over me. The revulsion I felt, knocked me to my knee.

It was the blood god.

God took a step back. Was that fear he felt? Was it revulsion? No one knows, because the blood god walked out of the room. Shrieks of fear started ringing out throughout the lair. You could tell it was walking, because the screams started and stopped and god fainter as it went.

I looked at Cornelius. The blood god was it's own being separate from Cornelius and it didn't like going back in. Once it took a century to convince it back in. This was only after it drank dry scores of vampires, including ancient ones, thousands of years old. 

The lair grew silent. Only the panting of my 3 sons could be heard in the bedchamber. The rest of the lair was silent, but I could tell everyone was still alive.

"You are an abomination. You unleash this upon the world," god said.

"Why did trespass in my lair?" Cornelius was growing impatient with the young god.

"You murdered an angel and several fallen angels. How did you do this?" god said.

When god created the angels and even the fallen angels, he gave a part of himself to create them. He thought they were immortal, like him. He thought he was a force of nature, which you can no more kill then you can a thought. 

With Cornelius destroying the angels, a part of god also died. That which he gave to create them, did not return to him.

"Look in the hallway of time. I stand at the doorway," Cornelius said.

God looked down at the floor and then back up at Cornelius in horror. BOOM his voice went again and I could feel the full force of the deathway this time. The door split open at that instant and the blood god was upon god instantaneously, but before he could sink his teeth into his neck, god was gone.

The blood god had solid form and stood there as a naked Black man. He held up a finger, upon which a single drop of blood was.

"I GOT ITS BLOOD," the blood god spoke. The voice was as loud as god's, but it grated on your soul. It knocked me to my knees. Clearly it was much more powerful than the last time it was out. Now I was doing the writhing on the flood, because the voice lingered in the brain.

It came over to me and knelt down. It placed the drop of blood in my mouth. That didn't help. Taking pity on me, it bent over and kissed me, dropping a drop of its own blood in my mouth, in the kiss. The searing pain I felt, directly coming from the blood god, made me go numb with pain, but the lingering voice calmed down within me, slowly, bit by bit. It bent over again and kissed me, another drop of blood. I was on the verge of fainting now. My own blood draw away from my skin. My beautiful dark hue turned an ashen grey as if I were dead, myself.

I didn't knw what was happening, but Cornelius knocked the blood god off of me and he flew, crashing into the wall at the far end. The blood god lay laughing at the other end.

"I do not want this one to become me. He has many children I want him to have. Leave him be," Cornelius roared at the blood god.

Cornelius grabbed my foot. I didn't notice, but I was floating in the air. He put me in his bed and made me sleep. There I would stay for an entire month.

As I drifted off, I was worried. Who would take care of Cornelius? And a tiny voice inside of me said, he's a god. You do not take care of him.

Cornelius the Ancient Buys a New Mansion

 Cornelius the Ancient Buys a New Mansion

One the aspect of living forever is that you create layers between you and the outside world. One of the ways to do this is to buy permanent assets, like home and businesses and put them in other people's name. The beauty of this modern era is that you don't even do that anymore. You create a business, name the business and then have the business own things, including other businesses.

You put people in charge that you hire and fire every 10 years or so. No one ever suspects a thing, because the people in charge change so often, it wouldn't dawn to check the pictures.

What's even better is if you and your master have supernatural abilities to influence entire cities, to the point that they issues identification, licenses, and business names, all without even realizing it. If they ever check, when they're not under our spell, everything is in order.

You make sure the business doesn't make too much money and they keep regular people hired. You make sure the business doesn't go bankrupt so that the authorities don't check on it.

When you look at the layers we're talking about, it is 20,000 different businesses all subsidiaries of one another. It is a huge web, so complicated that the best minds would have to come together and cooperate to understand it all.

Today Cornelius is going to buy a new mansion. One of my sons is getting married. He is the CEO of one of the companies and his bride was picked out by me. I personally groomed the human family to be excellent and perfect, and made sure the daughter was of the best qualities.

We watched on closed circuit TV. We could not attend, because cameras and vampires do not mix. Sometimes equipment just does not work around a vampire and sometimes it works too well. Either the people there won't see the vampire and camera will, or the camera won't and the people will, so that people hugging the vampire will appear just bizarre to the camera.

Sometimes fine luxury glasses and plates have silver or cold iron or other strange metals in them and they do not vanish with the vampire.

So, Cornelius and I and other staff members got dressed up and watched on closed circuit television. The 3rd reception would be at the lair. The line of cars from the 2nd reception to the lair would be 50 cars long. The staff were so excited to do something other than take care of one vampire, who really didn't need them. He could, if he wanted to snap his fingers and everything would be done for him. He allowed them to serve him to make sure they weren't bored.

The lair was always busy. It was renovated and remodeled every 6 months. Right when staff got used to walking around the furniture, it changed. without fail an entire tray of food was dumped on the floor once a year.

Today was a very busy day. I was on my toes, ordering around everyone. My son was to be independent of the lair and he would be setup in his own estate. We had to choose a name for him.

I keep saying MY son. He is also related to Cornelius, very, very distantly. He was the one that would open the book of the family and choose a name. It was a magnificent book. It was huge. It took 4 servants to carry it.

The ceremony was just breathtaking by itself. Cornelius sat on one corner table, groom and bride at the center, and I sat on the other side of the groom. A bronze bell was rung, and the hall went silent. The 4 servants brought in the book on a podium. Cornelius stook up and they gingerly slid the podium in front of him on the table. They knelt and Cornelius opened the book and turned page after page.

The human guests and family members were all silent, as he flipped page after page. "Terren the 6th shall be you and your wife's name from now, forward."

Everyone stood, took their glasses and yelled, "we greet you Terren the 6th!"

It was not over. The 4 servants retrieved the book and 4 more servants removed that table so that Cornelius could walk on the inner circle of the tables. He would make a series of proclamations. Of course, they would all come true, because Cornelius stands outside of time. It's like looking out of a window, for him.

"And for you my dear, great granddaughter, I proclaim you will have 4 children...." and everyone stood up and cheered. The bride nervously giggled and said under her breath, "I was hoping for just one." My son hugged her and kissed her temple and smiled. Cornelius continued with the proclamations, which included predictions on the economy. This is the part where the family is to take note and the real reason they came. It was Cornelius' gift to them.

When the reception was over, Cornelius stood in the line, by me and everyone kissed the ringed finger. They were thanking him for the prediction. With over 200 people being prosperous all of a sudden, no one would get suspicious.

Standing in the line, though, also served another purpose. As they passed in front of us, we wiped all the mortal's minds of the true location of the laire. They would remember everything except how to get here. Also, for the next year they would feel at peace.

It took me 100 years to make Cornelius understand that, that was a good thing to do for guests.

I felt sorry for my son, though. As my son, he was born to a semi immortal father. I had taken so much of Cornelius' blood, that I was very close to being a vampire, myself. Actually, I was much more powerful than any vampire walking around, even the oldest of them. It also meant my children, without any other input, of blood, would live at least for 1,000 years.

His wife would not.

She is a normal human. What she doesn't know is all of her children will also live 1,000 years. Every year, my son had the task, on their birthdays, to age them a year, otherwise, the children would stay infants for 100 years. They would be smart infants, but they would look like infants. So each birthday party, he would cast a spell and age them. All the way till they turned 16.

The wife wouldn't know what would be going on, but the children, right around 9 years old, would catch on. My son, is 30 years old, but he looks 20. I told him to look that young, because I wanted him to hurry up and marry the young woman when she turned 18. I also made him a little taller.

2 days later, the family, not friends, would gather at the new mansion, and the newlyweds would be presented with the new mansion and a couple of brothers that agreed to be their servants for a decade or so. A few of the other relatives would act as servants too. 

The wife would know none of this. So on the steps of the new mansion, Cornelius made a big ceremony of handing over a giant key, that fit a lock, to a red ribbon that went clear around the house. You could see the wife's eyes get big, as soon as she stepped out of the car, leading up the steps. Cornelius made it a big deal to say, "I let you stay in my house for as long as ye both shall live." And with that he kissed each on the temple.

The family clapped. As Cornelius stepped down the stairs, one of the other family's young men came up to him and said, "I want to get married." Cornelius stopped and looked at the young man. He took his his hand, clasped the ear with his palm, and wiped his forehead with his thumb. "Would you like to get married?" he asked. The young man started, as if the idea had just came to him. "Yes, I would like to get married."

I don't know what he did to the young man, but I know, he changed him, somehow, fundamentally.

"Let's see now. Oh my, you're 35," Cornelius said, looking at the young man, who didn't look a day over 20. "Where are your two brothers?"

Cornelius knew everyone in the family, intimately, and didn't miss the smallest detail. I knew that this young man's father, was another retainer, like me, but he wanted to keep his children close to him, forever. He could have had 50 children, if he wanted, but instead he only had 3 boys and kept them close to him.

Aha, that's what Cornelius changed. He changed the young man from being dependent on his father, to being independent, because that's what the young man was truly asking. Cornelius loved weddings. He could have just changed the young man and left, but he loved weddings, so he also put the seed of marriage in the young man.

When we got back to the lair, after granting my son the mansion, I spoke to him. "Why didn't you change the father?" What Cornelius told me staggered me.

"Bart, sit down. I am truly all powerful. You know this. This retainer of mine. He is my grandson, like you are my grandson. His father left him, when he was very young. It was no fault of the father, but other the mother. She is not of my blood, so I had nothing to do with that. I knew he would turn out ok. So I left him be. He wants to keep his children with him forever. He wants to give them the smothering love he missed from his father.

I could change him. I could wipe his brow, and take away all the pain and sorrow he has. But, this sorrow runs deep. This pain runs deep. He breathes it. He sweats it. He gave life to it, in the form of 3 sons.

If I changed him, it would break who he is. This pain has to be balanced with triumph. I am all powerful, but I also believe in the balance of things. If I do a magical thing, it's just moving the timetable up a little bit.

The pain this man feels, must be balanced with the triumph of 3 weddings. And when each son has 10 grandchildren each, it will overflow that man's heart so much, he will cry tears of great joy, when his father shows up. He will proudly introduce him to all of his grandchildren. Also, the father is going to look, not a day over 40. He will feel, as if, he had met his father when he was a kid, all over again," Cornelius finished and kissed me on the forehead.

I was so happy for my cousin. I couldn't wait to see it all play out.

Cornelius' descendant tells when he first met the vampire god

I know I look 30 years old, but if I had to confess to you my true age, it's more along the order of 2,500 years. There is something I want to tell you about the blood a vampire has, it is a separate entity, yet is the vampire. When you give that blood to a live creature, it transforms them, very close to what a vampire is, but it is not in full control, since the life essence is that final line it cannot overcome.

But, it is far more separate in a living creature, than it is in a vampire. Imagine then in a being that is millions of years old. 

Cornelius told me, one time, he met angels. When they tried to brag about how they were at the beginning of time, Cornelius said, it was not so, because he was there before they were made. When they said they could clearly see his age written on him, a power most spiritual beings possess, out popped a blood twin of Cornelius and repeated, that it had been there when they were created.

When one of the angels went to attack Cornelius, he merely snapped his finger and the angel poofed out of existence, but not just out of existence. His entire existence was wiped from time itself. The angels, who are not slaves to time, like humans are, however, knew that Cornelius had wiped the angel from history, but were aware that it had existed before it was no more. Slowly their memories of the angel faded too.

It was then that one of the angels asked if they should worship Cornelius. An archangel approached Cornelius and grabbed him by the chin and turned his face, this way and that, to see if he had some sort of mark on him. When he found nothing, he looked at the blood being, but dared not approach. Cornelius said that he had no name and that he was above time, and even angels have to obey time, but he does not. He is outside of all the laws of nature.

It was this being that approached me, one night. He introduced himself and sat down in my small temple. I was writing. He said he was my direct ascendant. He then quoted my line for 12 generations.

You see, in those days, we didn't have last names. We would quote our lines to each other. Hopefully someone in that line would be famous, so that the person you're speaking to, knows either, where you come from, or who your people are.

With quoting my own line to me, and going back 12 generations, much more than I could do, I was assured he was one of my progenitors, but I had no idea he was ... THE progenitor. For 30 nights he came to me. He bid to stay with me, in my temple. I was very much obliged, being a respecter of my kinsmen. He would leave me notes, about people, who were trying to get over on me. I thought nothing of it, and thought it was a talent he had. I too had the same talent, but not as direct, like him. He could see them walking up, and tell me before they even entered what was about to occur.

My temple became popular. The king of the land, who sat in the house called pharaoh, for that is what we called it. It is a foolish time when they call the king a pharaoh and don't call the throne anything, these days, came to visit my temple. I was called a seer. My kinsmen told me not to say anything to him. you see, the king was always regarded as a god. If you anger a king, you might live, but if you anger a god, the entire nation would be upon you.

I burned incense. I boiled water. I bathed the king. I poured oil on his feet and his head. But, when I went to divine what it was that he wanted me to see, I told him nothing. I was very talented. Cornelius told me to say nothing, even before the king stepped into my temple. When I breathed in the incense and went into full divination mode, I saw that the king wouldn't survive, not even 30 days. I also saw that his general, who helped me bathe and oil him, would be the hand that smote him. But, I also saw that general would be found and smote on the spot.

Why bring either man's wrath on my head, by revealing this, since it was a zero sum game they played. So I said, I saw nothing, which could be neither good nor bad. I bowed to the king and bid him go in peace.

After being bathed and oiled, the king was in high spirits, so my lack of a divination didn't even bother him.

I asked Cornelius after they left, should I have the general killed? He said, the king wasn't a man of any note, no matter how short nor long he lives.

When the king was killed, my fame didn't wane. No one blamed me for not seeing it, nor blamed me for anything. The divinations I did see, were almost earth shattering, so those successes lived on, even when I left that land. 

A year after the king left, Cornelius revealed himself to me as an ancient and powerful being. He had had many wives and many children. He wasn't my great grandfather, he was the progenitor of my family line. He said he was ageless and ancient beyond measure.

He took a chalice from my table and a ceremonial dagger and pricked his hand. Blood filled the chalice and it stopped just as quickly as it started. He told me, drink the entire cup, though it may burn, drink it all.

I drank from that chalice for what seemed like an hour. It was agonizing pain. They tell me, newly formed vampire can't even tell that it's painful, because their thirst is thousands times stronger than the pain.

I was in a deep sleep for over a month after that. My wife and children were told I had passed away. They buried me. I awoke to Cornelius digging me out of the grave. That night was so dark, not a star in the sky. We slipped out of Kemet, never to return. That was almost 3,000 years ago.

I have never had a blood being pop out of me, but the blood definitely is not me, but IS me. It is in every cell of my body, even inside my bones. If I wanted to, I could force all of humanity to love me, but I don't. It is enough to serve and look after Cornelius, the first.

Whatever that thing that lives in him, and I guess, inside of me also, is even more ancient than Cornelius himself.

I find it funny, the portrayal of vampires on T.V. I am not even a vampire, and I assure you, no gun can harm me, and no blade can cut me. Humans always want to think they are the heroes. They are like cattle to us. Well, that's not a good comparison for me, because I don't crave anything from humans. In fact, I can go years without food or drink. What could a human do to a vampire? Absolutely nothing.

I have met what these weak creatures, who now call themselves, vampires. They are not ancient like Cornelius, but even they would destroy whole battalions of humans. Some can even just walk and all within their presence fall into a trance, so what exactly could a human do to one of them? I guess also, the blood inside of them would swallow all of them, if it ever got out.

It is time to wake Cornelius up. I am going to take him shopping, for a tuxedo. Did you want me to do a divination for you?

Detective Shawn Black | Enter Cornelius the Vampire

Public Vampire Attack Caught on Camera

I thought I knew what a vampire was. We all did. When the stories came from a hundred sources, about a guy that went light speed and took out a guy, almost in the middle of the town square, with fires all around, the department couldn't deny, once and for all, that vampires exist.

When weird fed guys showed up, the captain, was on our tails to contain this, and be one step ahead of the feds, who never introduced themselves, nor even claimed to be over this. We were ignored completely.

The sarge, commanded everyone to divide up the witnesses and take all of their statements, no matter if it repeats. This was THE MOST IMPORTANT event in human history. It was confirmation that the supernatural actually existed.

Luckily, I had vacation in the middle of all of this. So, that Friday, I was gone, with the wife and the rascal.

When  got back, a week and a half later, no interviews, no commotion, no chickens running around with their heads cut off. That night, I got home and told the old battle axe, and she said, immediately, they've been mind wiped.

But by whom?

I kept a whole movable file case, at home, filled with interviews, pictures, video footage or the incident. When i got to the office the next morning, I opened my desk and found nothing there, that wasn't there before the incident.

I went to the Sarge's office. "Is there anything special you want me to do today?" I said, leaning into his doorway.

He had a bland look on his face, "hold it while I pee? Is that special enough for you, cupcake? Get out of here." He was Black, so I imagined... well, let's not go there. He probably needs the assist. "I heard about you people," I said as I left. "YOU'RE GROSS, TINKERBELL," he yelled after me.

"You told him what?" my partner was laughing his head off. "Team lightskin having problems downstairs?" He continued.

"No, we're just not related to horses," I gave him a dirty look.

Not a single person in the department was doing anything about the vampire project.

"Meet me at lunch," the note said. I had no idea, who it was from.

It was the friggin computer guy, OF COURSE! He sat in an off site bunker like thing, and ran all of our computer stuff. So, whatever happened, he wasn't affected, like me. He noticed, I tried to login into the now deleted vampire project, operation vampire. Really imaginative. He said, no one came in and waived a magic wand, they just literally, one second, stopped the interviews and even the people, got up and walked out.

Or, at least he couldn't see ON CAMERA! He was on to something. Camera's rely on mirrors, vampires don't show up in mirrors, so vampire appear invisible on cameras. BUT digital doesn't do that. Also, in the presence of a vampire, you are made to see them as invisible too. So, we were going to "upgrade" the internal security system. If anyone got specific, we were increasing the aperture, to let in more light.

The next day, we were hard at work. A couple of the other cops made jokes about me being the janitor, but for the most part nothing. One cop, though, asked about 20 questions. I let the nerd handle him. He kept saying, we'll be able to read badge numbers and reports, right on the camera now, to see if something being investigated, triggers someone to come in shooting. He said, it helped cops in Seattle, get a suspect, who came in guns blasting, took them by surprise, and fled the scene. Afte ir they ran their high def footage back, boom, they figured out, it was the brother of someone in custody.

With the digital cameras up, we duplicated them, with regular cameras, that no one noticed. In the housing, the camera just panned left and right, but on his computer screen, he had 2 pictures. BOOM, someone was sitting at a desk, no one went near. It was like he had some barrier.

I went to the office, and attempted to absentmindedly sit on the desk. NO GO! Every time I thought about it, it left my mind and I'd end up doing something different.

The computer guy called me back to his installation. I had forgotten even what I was doing. He wrote everything down, I said came to mind, going towards the desk. Even looking at the regular camera, made us look away a little. So he wasn't invisible, he was having a mind control effect on us.

The computer guy ran the footage of the guy running across the square, which we couldn't see from the CCTV cameras, and then boom, there he was, plain as day.

I headed back to the office, to leave the computer guy with the new digital footage, while I was to simply do my job and ignore the person no one could see. It was easy to do, since they had some sort of brain washing thing up. Hopefully the computer guy could run some facial recognition, to figure out who it is.

It was almost quitting time, the next day, when the computer guy called. He sounded excited. First he had calculated that the vampire, in the footage, was running, just under the sound barrier. Had he gone just a little faster, He'd have knocked over everyone in the square, busted windows, and moved cars, out the way. He said, he thought the vampire had slowed himself down on purpose, because who knows what breaking the sound barrier does on the human body.

When I pointed out that this was a vampire body, and probably far tougher than regular humans, he said, "Oh yeah."

Then he turned to the figure inside the police department, no one could see. He's not a policeman, not fbi, not cia, not irs. In fact, he as fairly certain he wasn't american. He cleaned up the digital image, and I gasped. He looked like some ancient egyptian statue. He was black. His skin was some sort of porcelain or something.

The computer guy said, he would need better equipment, but he thought that his skin was causing light rays to bounce around him, to appear invisible, just by existing. But, also, he had some sort of mental power, on top of that, that caused people to ignore him.

The computer guy suggested, we hire some people and outfit them, with backpacks, with these dual cameras, regular and digital, and have them walk around the town square for a week, to see if we can pickup any more of these vampires.

He spent about a week, making machine learning, that could scan the footage at high speed, to compare who wasn't there in the regular camera footage, with who was there, in the digital camera footage.

The next month, we were done with our test, and didn't even tell our guinea pigs, what they had been doing. We just strapped backpacks on them, paid them for a week to walk around, and got the footage, plugged it into the computer and....

We weren't prepared for what we found. There was the vampire. But this time, he was invisible. Guess he learned a new trick.

But that wasn't the shocker. We saw another vampire, we assumed. And as the first vampire was running around, invisible, the second vampire, unbeknownst to the first, disappeared from view, and teleported, it seemed, right in front of the first, and stuck his hand in his chest, and the first on exploded. Clearly the second vampire was more powerful than the first.

It rocked our socks off. Where we thought we could take on the first vampire, with some tech gear, there was no way we could take on the second.

It was a major setback for us.

We then looked at the vampire sitting inside the police department, and compared him to the second one. The computer guy spent a day comparing the two vampires.

When he called me, two days later, I wasn't prepared for what he was about to say.

1. the one in the police department, was clearly more powerful than the second vampire, so that makes him, vampire 3.
2. because he observed his behavior for a whole month, and all he did was sit there, doing absolutely nothing, he was someone else's minion
3. which brings us to the conclusion that there's a 4th vampire, more powerful than him.

My head was spinning. We couldn't handle vampire 2, at all. Now there was a 4th vampire, running around here somewhere, that put 2 and 3 to shame?

Computer guy assumed that vampire 1 had broken some code, by revealing himself to everyone. Then, although he got more powerful, assuming he had eaten enough humans, it was too little too late. Vampire two had, probably mindwiped the entire population, and the police, and took him out.

Computer guy assumed vampire 3 was just observing the police, to monitor the population, since the police get the people that tell all the weird stories and sort of act as a central place where humans go to, in case something goes wrong. Not a bad strategy if you think about it.

Where do vampire comes from?

Computer guy, packaged everything up, made a nice report and shipped it off to the New York times, then the FBI, then the CIA. However, he left no contact information. And we maintained radio silence for the next 6 months.

That's about when the men in black showed up again.

I got a message from computer guy to come see him. When I arrived, I knew something as very wrong.

"They're all gone," he started. Then he swiveled around and showed dead screens covering the wall. These were the feeds to the police department where we had the regular cameras and digital cameras.

"They removed all the cameras, from the department. And, what's worse, is that no one saw them do it. I arrived here this morning to this. I checked this end for hours, thinking it had short circuited or something. But there's nothing. It makes no damn sense though. Every department has internal security cameras," he ws frazzled.

We got the FBI on the line and asked to speak to their version of agent Molder. After they laughed for about an hour, they finally put us in contact, with some guy, spookier than the men in black. He request to come over.

A couple of days later, this giant 6'5 guy comes through the door. He's in love with the computer guy, immediately. You can tell, because he almost smiled, or thought about it.

After about 2 hours of questioning us, he suggested, not only we put back up the cameras, but that the FBI do all the work, and make a feed come through here to a field office, in the nearest city.

When it was all said and done, we had super digital cameras, and amazing regular cameras too. Isn't it great, when you have an bottomless taxpayer budget? The computer guy was fit to be tied for weeks. I spent hours each day sitting with him, tripping balls over the feed.

As to the men in black, the FBI didn't know how to contact them, but since the cameras would have the FBI fingerprint all over them, he assumed they wouldn't mess with them, without a nasty internal federal agency squabble and they'd FINALLY have to reveal which agency they worked for. No one knew. Not the department of defence, nor homeland security.

The weird FBI agent, that scared regular humans said those guys gave him the creeps. Imagine that. He said, he thought, maybe, they weren't as human, as we thought they were.

Once the FBI cameras were up, we noticed they didn't come into the police department, but we knew they were still in town. The FBI agent recommended we do NOT try to contact them though. We were to treat them, as if they were all SCP specimens.

As to computer guy's theory that there's a hierarchy of vampires, the FBI agent was impressed with that. We hatched a plan to make this vampire inside the department move.

20 agents came into the little computer guy's office. 30 were on the ground, unbeknownst to the police department. The FBI who installed the cameras, had also installed something into the fire suppressant lines. Upon a remote, a gas flooded the entire building, and the police were told to evacuate.

The 30 agents on the ground got the police well away from the building quietly, informing them, it was an internal federal operation. After retreating a mile away, we all observed, at the remote computer base.

He didn't move.

Are there real vampires? Yes there are

Are there real vampires? Why, yes, yes there are. There are humans, with a retrovirus that makes them, for all intents and purposes 100% vampire. But the problem is, this retrovirus does absolutely nothing to give the human any sort of benefit. So, they have all the drawbacks of a vampire and none of the benefits, or let me say, all the drawbacks of a fledgling vampire and none of the benefits of a vampire that's been alive for a dragon's age.

Look it up, if you dare. Their skin is pale, beyond pale, it's see through, without any pigment, and the layers and layers of it, make it appear white, like sheets. Their eyes can be all sorts of weird colors, including some shades that aren't quite ... normal.

Their hair is wispy, and unfortunately, their hair isn't really attached to their scalp, if you were to stroke their hair, it would come off in your hand.

Now, moving on, to sunlight, it is offensive to them, just like vampires. It burns them and they have no pigment to deal and process it. it burns their skin, their eyes, their hair. Do they burst into flames? not, per se, but for all intents and purposes yes. they can burn, just like paper under a magnifying glass.

Oh and let's not talk about their teeth. remember the hair? yeesh, their teeth fall out. nothing is really attached. and speaking of that, their bones are brittle, like sand. They can barely hold themselves up. One swift fall and there goes the house of cards.

So you ask me are there real vampires? yes, yes there are. And it's a terrible thing. well terrible thing for the vampire, that is.

Review: Being Human (UK) Season 1

Being Human (UK) Season 1

Creator: Toby Whithouse

Cast: Lenora Crichlow as Annie the ghost, Russell Tovey as George the werewolf, Aidan Turner as Mitchell the vampire, Jason Watkins as Herrick the vampire and Sinead Keenan as Nina the love interest of George, who later, herself, becomes a werewolf.

Costume design: For the most part the costume design is unremarkable. It doesn't lend itself the genre and if the point is being human, means being boring, mission accomplished.

Being Human

Set design: the two sets are the interior of an apartment and the interior of a hospital. The apartment, like the costumes are utterly unremarkable. We are to believe that a vampire, 300 years old, works for minimum wage and that's all the money he has in the world.

Background music: unremarkable and adds absolutely nothing to the series. There is little to no memorable moments. In the latter part of the series they added contemporary pieces, but it was completely destroyed by the complete lack of imagination on the writer's part by turning the "background" music into a montage. Music montage means -10. One you see a music montage it means the writer gave up.

Plot: The state plot is that a vampire, werewolf, and a ghost live together. They agree to try and be as normal as possible, A.K.A. be human. We are invited to ride along on their escapades while normalcy never happens.

Critique: the stated plot has almost nothing to do with what the viewer is presented. One is not whisked away into a story about an actual vampire, an actual werewolf, an actual ghost. The viewer is painfully aware, the entire time that they are watching 3 actors go through gobs of mundane and quite ordinary dialogue.

The vampire: the vampire is supposed to be 200 or 300 years old. His subplot is that he is trying to avoid drinking blood. Oh for the love of pete, this has been done to death. When Anne Ryce created the modern vampire, this is exactly what she did. For her it worked, because we are whisked away into a story about an actual vampire. BH never, ever transforms you into a world of real vampires, because the series has no special effects whatsoever. They might as well have done this on stage and narrated the story to us, by a man sitting in a chair reading the story to us.

For instance, this vampire, along with every other vampire, eats, breaths, can be choked, goes to the bathroom, walks around in the sun, gets hurt when he stubs his toe, and categorically is not undead, whatsoever, but neither is any other vampire in the show.

This gets a big fat zero. Quit calling the character a vampire if I'm more vampiric than the character.

The ghost: the ultimate rule of a ghost is that, at some point they relive their death or are torn emotionally. Also, a unique characteristic of a ghost is that they appear "ghostlike". It ruins the imagination and mystery if the ghost is as solid as the football player "The Fridge".

This character is the most unghostlike ghost ever. She is completely solid, has absolutely no underworld qualities about her, has a full range of emotions, and has little to no subplot. Her boyfriend / fiance supposedly killed her. Mind you the fiance weighs about 125lbs and stands proudly at 5'4, while she's a solid 160lbs all day long and is not withering violet at 5'10.

What's more is, although the dialogue is written with the thought that the audience is supposed to feel sorry for her, she is nothing more than annoying, whiny, illogical and 2 dimensional.

Furthermore, like the vampire, there are absolutely no ghost "tricks". Oh if you count teleport as a ghost trick. Yes, that's a fantastic special effect, move the actor off screen, viola she teleported.

The werewolf: This character is pathetic. Everything we've come to know, love, care about as being werewolf, is completely gone from this character. In this series, a werewolf is a human that has pms one day out of the month. In all other instances, he's just a regular human.

Frankly this series is a huge waste of time. I don't know if it's the budget or simply the writing. There is absolutely nothing supernatural about this series.

At least, the actors read the lines, adequately.

For anyone that actually like werewolves, vampires and ghosts, they should stay away from this series. It offers absolutely nothing.

Power Gamer: Vampire Games

Vampire the Masquerade from a Real Power Gamer

For those that do not know, there is a set of games that deal strictly with all the horror mythology. One of the games is called Vampire: The Masquerade. In the game you role-play a vampire. Your enemies are humans, werewolves, mages, fairies, ghosts, oh and other vampires. In the game your powers are called disciplines. The vampire characters are divided up into families of vampires, sort of like the mafia, called clans. Because a vampire is made by infusing a human with blood, that new vampire takes on the genetic imprint from the blood of the vampire that made him. Voila! You have your clans.