Oh, but how cliché is that?! I swear, I’ve tried typing this ridiculous introduction a thousand times. Each single one has made me sound like the perfect idiot, either too poetic and pansy boy or about as unintelligent as using the word “pansy boy” just made me come across. Forgive me. I’ve never really been one to write, or……well, even talk for that matter. I’ve always been the kind to either keep silent and be thought of as a fool or spit out lewd and abrasive comments to confirm such assumptions.
But lets not go too far into my personality as of yet. I’m sure as I continue to make fool of myself, you’ll come to your own conclusions about the “dark creature of the night, Vegeta”. Believe it or not, that was part of my first draft. But isn’t it true? I am a vampire, born in the light and cursed into darkness for the remainder of eternity. Or, for as long as I choose to endure this sort of Hell I’ve been cursed to.
Oh, but I make it sound so unbelievably dull. I had wanted to come across as the romantic vampires in the novels, so suave and sophisticated, so charming and deadly at the same time. But then again, I am all of those and then some. If I were to paste a picture of myself on this very paper, you would be mine. Oh, you laugh huh? How presumptuous you say? You’re human. I expect nothing less. You will forever be isolated by your own ambitions to control your mind and heart. But after more than a hundred years in an ageless, beautiful body, I’ve learned more than vampires have in a thousand years.
I’ve probably experienced more too. I’m not like the others really. They seem to enjoy their own misery, clouded by it and wallowing in it as they float through the decades of man, bored and lonely. It’s ludicrous if you ask me. And so I live amongst you. You may have even seen me as I toss my head up so arrogantly, striding like a prince through the crowds of overpopulated cities, pretending that I own New York, or Las Vegas, or even my own home town of Sicily, Italy.
Yes, yes children, I’m Italian, born in the very streets of Sicily and imported to the gutters of a bitter and cold New York. Ah, but here I go, plunging into the story. Hmph! And you haven’t even won my heart yet.
Ok, that’s a lie. If you’re still reading, you have. I’m yours and you’re mine. And together, we’ll do this. I doubt I could relive these years if it weren’t for you. I need someone to listen is what I’m saying in such a bumbling, inarticulate fashion. I need someone to listen, to agree, to justify all my mistakes and to love me for them. Love me. Yes, that’s how this all really began. I needed someone to love me as much as I loved myself.
How about a history lesson? Hm….…. And I see no hands raised. Alright, since you love me so unconditionally, how about a history lesson about yours truly? This debonair, gorgeously dark God will invite you into his past, full of sex, drugs, crime and of course, my very favorite, blood.
Oh please! (as they say nowadays) Don’t pretend you don’t want to! You all want blood. I was human once too you know! And I wasn’t born yesterday (God, how I love your new terms and phrases!) I’m beautiful to you. Oh, not only in appearance for you cant see me. And if you could, I’d have to run simply to escape your desperate hands! I am irresistible you know! A 6 foot tall dark stranger, white skin, imploring, mysterious eyes and lips that are so damn kissable, I often leave marks on mirrors. And yes, we can see ourselves in mirrors. You really think I would have existed without a mirror for one hundred and thirty years? And sex, let’s talk about sex for a moment.
Now I know you’ve all read the novels about the mysteriously erotic prince’s of darkness that go galloping around all night with nothing better to do then suck the necks of a thousand brothel house whores (which brings me back!) but don’t you ever wonder about sex? “Oh but Vegeta!” you insist. “Drinking blood is an intimate experience!”
Uh, have you ever tried it? I think not. Not like sex. Oh ho ho NO! If I had to go an eternity without sex, I would have tromped right into the sun ages ago! No, sex is as much a part of my life as darkness and blood. I thrive on all three. I live for all three.
But lets start this right ok? I’ve wasted too many pages just diving into my story without giving a proper history of how it all began. And lets face it, I’m the hero and the antagonist in this story but most importantly, I boast, I am the author! So therefore, you can either skip to the middle of my tale, or you can shut up and listen to the beginning.
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