A special thanks to the creators of the Vampires.com web site, thanks for the inspiration and the help with the names. Unfortunately only a select few may ever read this, but thanks anyway. And to all my friends and family, you guys have been great! And most importantly to Alexandra Williams, and my daughter Alyxandria Christina, you two are truly the best, I love you both.
This story has been a pleasure to write and I hope that everyone who reads it will get as much pleasure just reading it as I did writing it. Theres not much to say about it, but I think that even though I have had no prior knowledge of vampires and the kindred I think that I covered my tracks pretty well.
"They crowd our imagination. They hide under our beds. They lurk within the dark recesses or our primal unconscious. You can't run, you can't hide - it's going to get
you. The beast, the ravager, the Lusus Natura. What is it, and why do we fear it? What is it's name?
We have always had our Fiends. They have long fixed the romantic imagination of priest and poet alike. At one time we called them Trolls, later they were named
Demons, and then they were Witches who brewed evil potions. Still later, the Monster was said to be the hungry Wolf, the Bogeyman, or the Godzilla of Cold War
terror. Finally, some called it human ignorance and intolerance. For a time, they tried to tell us that monsters don't exist at all, that everything about the universe was
either known or would soon be known.
But now we know better. We have made our reacquaintance with the Beast. We have learned its true name.
Now we understand the expanse of eternity, its unimaginable infinitude, the chaos of its structure, and our won petty insignificance. Now we have admitted the
magnitude of the problems we face and our seeming inability to affect change on the scale necessary to save us.
Today we have caught a glimpse of reality, and have seen the truth behind the veil. We have come full circle and rediscovered the Fiend. We have regained our
ancient heritage. We have found that to which we have given so many names - the source of our mortal terror.
We have found the enemy...and it is us.
We are searchers, forever looking for the uncomfortable truth of our human condition, searching within ourselves for that which is unclean, uncertain impure - for that
which has no name. By looking at the monsters we create, we gain new insights into our "darker half." These fiends express what we are at the deepest and most
inaccessible levels of our unconscious. Since time immemorial, they have given us a connection to our animal self, the fulfillment of an unadulterated emotional vitality,
and the promise of a brutal justice.
The vampire is the quintessential fiend, for the vampire is so much our own reflection. Vampires feed as we feed, by killing, and through death can feel the same dread,
guilt and longing for escape. They are mapped in the same cycle of fast, feast and purge. They, like us, seek redemption, purity and peace. The vampire is the poetic
expression of our deepest fears, and the shadow of our most primal urges.
Just as the hero of legend must descend into the pit of Purgatory to face the tormentor, overcome personal weaknesses, and finally he cleansed in order to return home
with the gift of fire, so must we descend into the depths of our own soul and return to life with the secrets we have won. That is the real journey of Prometheus. It is the
meaning of the myth. Only by embarking on such a journey can we discover out true selves and look into the mirror.
The lure of this promise of spiritual connection is well-nigh irresistible. But, in the end, it is a most disturbing undertaking. You must take heed and step carefully - for no
journey is ever without its perils. Do not look into your own soul, unless you are willing to confront that which you find there.
There are no such things as monsters...."