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01.01.30 | Somewhere, USA: I've been around for hundreds of years. How? By learning a long time ago to turn my humanity switch, off.


This is my space. I say what I want. No human or bot admins to shut me down. No one able to leave comments. Just me. My thoughts. My time. Not yours.



Let my story of survival from human to an energy vampire, begin.



A place to begin





sit with me for a moment



01.03.30 | Somewhere, USA: "My friend behind the bar won't ... bite. He's already full. And I don't bite because well my teeth don't come out far enough. But sit close enough and you are just what I need." I remember her telling me that and I remember not understanding what she meant by it. I found out soon enough. Because I couldn't resist the urge I felt to sit next to her. I couldn't resist how it felt to listen to her. And having been an empath, I couldn't resist the pool of the energy that surrounded her. That is how I became this.


Hundreds of years now I sit, like she did, and invite strangers to hear my stories while I drink of their energy. Day or night. Rain or shine. I am here and she is not. She moved on. She always moved on. I move to, but I - unlike her - do not have to run. Not everyone, wanted to become this. i rather enjoy it. So, sit. Have a dink. He won't bite. He is already full. It is I, who is thirsty.



Victim? I think not



Life is one straight line - birth then grave. But then He gifted us Free Will.



01.06.30 Somewhere, USA: HIs name, Sam.


I was somewhere talking to another young bartender when he walked in. His hair was this sort of short, curly, with a messy bit coming out from under a cowboy hat. His face was young but said otherwise. He looked at me and sat right down next to me. "I'll have a beer and please, give the lady here another drink." Tipped his hat to me and said, "My treat".


Before he could say another word, I took a sip of my own. Strong. Male. Alpha, but on the lighter side. Quick. True. I decided to stay in this pool. First, I sip. No need to devour. After all, we are in a public place. I smirked, thanked him and he introduced himself and then strangely tried to walk away. Oh, not yet. I'm thirsty and you offered. "Please stay. You look like you have a story or two to share." I frowned, "It's been a day, cheer me up. The drink was a good start."


I could feel the good-hearted nature in him swell up, the tinge of being recognized followed. "Not many women enjoy a man just ordering them a drink."


"The world is short on kindness. You sensed me. Thank you."


He said he wasn't sure what I meant and agreed that he did sense something and that is what brought him over. He was a local. I was just traveling through. I love the road. You never know who it can bring. He sat. He shared stories that made me laugh and some that made me wonder how he was alive. Ranching isn't an easy nor a pretty job. I've known that for centuries. Of course, he didn't know that.


We talked, he drank, He didn't seem to notice me not touching mine. I walked him to the parking lot so i could go home with him. I needed a place for the night and his place was nearby. We sat looking at the night sky while I devoured his energy. Oh, he'll be fine. Just tired. I didn't see an early rise for him the next morning. I put him to bed, slept next to him, then left before he woke up.

One night of peace. Thank you, Sam. I needed it.



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