Vampire? It always amazes me to see what people make of the word vampire?? Most peole imagine the stories by Bram Stoker or Anne Rice or the latest offering by Charline Harris. Many people think that they hate sunlight, they hate crosses and if you sprinkle them with a liberal dose of holy water they will melt!!! People couldn't imagine the truth and to be honest I shudder to tell the tale. Most people will hate this story especially if they are ardent fans of what has become a genre in horror stories. My current name is Sam, I am a count, but I don't live in a creepy old castle, I live in a small townhouse in London. I am human but a new strain, the next evolution you might say, but I wouldn't label myself as special merely someone who has been around a while. How old am I? How rude! I would never ask someone as myself my age. I will simply say that I was just starting my 20th year, when I realized that I was different. How long ago was that? The Romans were young, so were the Vikings, you could say that I have been alive since then. I cannot give you a certain date because most of your dates had yet to begin. Am I undead? Another rude question! Of course I am not, here feel my heart, it beats the same as yours to the same time and rhythm. Do I like sunlight, another Stoker related question, I find these myths about my kind tedious. Yes I love sunlight, I especially love getting a good tan. What am I? What do you think I am? I'm a vampire. How many more of my kind are there? At the last count approximately one million vampires exist, they vary in age and are descended from my family line. Every so many generations I update my family tree, although the geneology sites I used on the Internet often think I am mad!! The Internet, such a marvelous thing!!! It enlightens and corrupts at the same time, you could say that it is a revolution, similar to radio or even printed newspapers, personally. I see it as a drug that entraps people. I see disbelief on your face, you doubt my words and indeed my sincerity, this is understandable, you are young and in the morning of your #life, while I am old and ready for night to fall. Soon I will sleep forever, comforted by my memories and the souls I have ushered into the next existence. Do I believe in souls?? A curious question, of course I do! I also believe in God, for only he or she in their sense of irony could have inflicted this gift on me all those years ago. I am sure that when I sleep I see him sitting in a chair smiling at me, telling me that it will soon be time to join him, but that is a thought for another time, and certainly another place. Does anyone have any questions??? Preferably nothing Bram Stoker related!