In the past two years there has been a five- percent rise - or so the majorette of us figure - that have beat or tested vampire death. I'd say before the "movement" there was maybe four maybe six of us that have cheated old death. Salvatore, Marcel, Demon, Mix and Tal. The odd thing is that Marcel and Demon were killed off by these two freak mortals, in turn one of them is now one of us. In a fair turn around one of his sister's first kids changed him. His sister is Salvatore, let's just say old Sally girl has a story which I'll get to later on. If I feel like it. Rumor has it that some of us have seen Marcel and Demon. Which would be a real bitch for Salvatore, for Marcel is her father and she was once married to Demon back in the, I think it was the seventeenth century...maybe it was the eighteenth.

Anyway, I don't need to way you down with all the jargon and shit - oh you'll have to excuse my mouth. If a word seems mumbled then I've slipped in what we call vampire language. I know its kind of corny, it use to be this really old language from back before my time, during the start. We just started calling it that. I guess if you've read this much you're ready for the bittersweet part of the deal.

You're in it for the long haul is the catch phrase of coming across. The easiest route is to tell you that the way Hollywood portrays of us is pretty false. Infact there's the classic's that are the most like Hwsv (Hollywood's version). We don't fear signs of redemption or religious belarkie, we can go out in the sun just like you and we can live normal lives like you. The last part is just a act we put on, we pretend to drink, for most of us never continued to eat normal food for it goes through our system pretty damn fast. That we have to get up and go practically immediately after.

We don't have veins; we don't have exordinarily pale skin, unless we're really old or an Asfso-veggie. You can't tell us apart from your best friend to your boss, or guy next door or even your girl/boyfriend. The only way you can tell us apart is on our neck usually on the right side, but luckily, thanks to the make-up industry we can cover that up so it's impossible.

That's the bitter truth, mon amiee. We're a race more tolerant more acceptable to things. We're the better race, and yet you run the world. We must stay quiet and not bring attention to ourselves because you would not accept us. You fear the unexplainable, you make-up excuses to cover it. To most of you we are just some rare form of a disease call Vampirism.

Calm, relax old boy.

We are part of the forgotten races, for there are creatures much like us that must stay quiet of ones existence. We live in the shadows; we are forced to walk one step behind. And yet we are the ones that save you from wide spread death. We are the ones that cut back the pollution; we're the ones for the disappearance of money and of children.

No matter how much we are different we're still much alike. Like any society we have our fledglings, children, teenagers, generation-Xers and we have our elders. Fledglings and children are what we call our society that has just been brought across, or are a few years old. Teenagers are the ones that have several years, like from twenty years up to the hundreds. The generation-Xers are a wide spread group, I am considered amongst this group. I'd say it's the two hundreds to eight hundreds. Which brings me to the elders who are in the past fifty to hundred years have been staying in the mainstream of things and not receding into the darkness of the world. To watch it all go by like the elders of yesteryears. We also have our groups, or chic's - or bands, a word I hate to us to describe us. The classed are just like your middle class, rich class...or whatever it is called in these times. Vampire (normals) are like me, we live like normal living off of humans. This group makes up a large portion of the society. Vegetarian (veggies), lives off the blood of animals, their abilities are weak but still stronger then mortals. This group is still quite large but not as wide spread as the norms. Q'bnuo veggie, occasionally dips into the human race but normally survives off of animals. There seems to be more of these in the past few years as the mortals are on this health kick. Once again with the norms there are a group of us that get off on the human flesh as much as the blood.

With our society, we don't make outcasts of the ones that are different; we don't frown on same sex exchanging or crushes. We consider it a big disgrace; we respect everyone, including his/her privacy. For we have, with our abilities we can come and go as we please it is just something that has become accepted in the society. I don't think I can make you understand our ways. What your sex is, is our exchanging of blood. We admire each other's strengths and faults; we admire each other's beauty in the world of vampires. We respect all the forgotten races that visit The Rave, which is our meeting ground, our social gathering. A place where we can get together and be a little more relax, more like our selves. The more like ourselves we act the more the mortal's think its part of the club. The Vampire Rave is another theme club, specially catering to the vampire, Goth, etc. clientele. There is must to say about a club like such. The alcohol drinks are incredibly cheap all the time while to the vampire drinks are more exspensive to turn off the Goth fans. For the blood drinks are straight human blood, no alcohol mixed in it. Straight for the true vampires. Although recently Mix, the owner of the clubs, has come up with a drink suited for the extreme Goth fan. It's confidentially water down cat's blood with some alcohol mixed in. It shuts up the Goth's that complain that when they are "blessed" as they say to get our drinks. Which we the bartender adventually has to hypnotize the Goth into thinking they are drinking blood. That has been what they've done since the beginning but the bartenders where getting sick of it. They still do it every now and then, though, when business is light.