Fables and stories of old still circulate and thrive today because there is an ounce of truth within them that fascinates us. In the dark recess of our minds we crave that truth. We want something to hate or be frightened of so we can more aptly know what it is to love and find safety. It should be the other way around. But, let’s face it. Sometimes we get twisted.
Monsters and goblins are very real; they just look different to each one of us. Bankruptcy is a very real monster so some. That misshapen creature shrieking through jagged wet teeth chasing the innocent soul through the dark thick woods may look like addiction to others.
The monster that is real to me…the Vampire.
Although today they have been romanticized and idolized, the vampires of old were scary and considered monsters to be feared, hated and defeated. The movie scenes of the biggest sensations were those with beautiful women who had hearts that beat wildly for the debonair man with the pronounced widow’s peak. But, vampires in general, were not that choosy. They simply wanted to “feed”. They just wanted blood. They didn’t care about beauty or hair color, age or ethnicity. Their nature was to drain their victim of life. I state this fact with disdain, vivid disgust and vile hatred. Many religions and most of science state, life is in the blood. To take the right amount of blood is to take life.
So yes, the vampire. This is the monster that stares at me with mocking eyes when I visit my friends, waiting in wicked splendor for his name to be mention. When I stumble across a random conversation with a stranger, it seems the vampire is there, lurking in the background, gloating and taunting wanting reverie and awe. Who doesn’t hear the word cancer at least once a day? Anyone who has seen this vampire called Cancer or watched him work knows how quickly he desires to drain the blood, force life out of the body and push terror to the surface of not only the “victim” but those helpless souls who stand in horror and loneliness watching it play out like a scene from a movie script. The horror is…this is real life.
Things in the hospital were not going well, but we had a good direction and were looking at a relatively “happy” ending. They would open up my daughter, take out the “cyst” and all would heal up quite nicely. Then the doctors took a picture of it. And with the simple words, “It’s not what we thought. It has a blood supply”, everything changed.
The monster inside her actually drained the life from her. We watched our nineteen year old daughter turn into an eighty year old woman in a matter of ten months. She began her journey in August, 2012, at 160 lbs. She died in May, 2013, at 90 lbs. For Christmas I bought my previously size 11 teenage daughter a size 0 skinny jean from Rue 21. Holding them up into the light, turning them over and over again in my shaking hands, fighting back tears, I focused on all the bling. She would simply ADORE the bling! It was the hardest clothes shopping trip of my life!!
The vampire tumor inside her was sucking her blood, swallowing it up and ferociously going back for more. And with every bite, he grew bigger. Its appetite was insatiable. The first time she was on her “death bed” they gave her several pints of blood, giving her more life. She rallied; it would take that damned beast two more times on her “death bed” before her sweet precious life would find ultimate glory.
But, let me tell you how this life scene played out. She wasn’t that frail beauty dressed in the white gown, running through the dark woods, tripping and falling over limbs and debris. Oh no! This beauty was fighting back every step of the way. She laughed harder every time he attacked. She loved fiercer than he hated. And, she became sweeter the more he took. She did not give him reverie or awe. Better yet, she never gave him fear. She feared only the One, the One who gave her life. She never spoke of death, only the promise of light, laughter and love. Though he took her blood, the vampire could not take her life. She had already given her life to her Father long before the threat of it being taken. So, in the midst of his idle threats she laughed!! She would never be his victim. She knew she was something he couldn’t touch!
Monsters and goblins are very real; they just look different to each one of us. Bankruptcy is a very real monster so some. That misshapen creature shrieking through jagged wet teeth chasing the innocent soul through the dark thick woods may look like addiction to others.
The monster that is real to me…the Vampire.
Although today they have been romanticized and idolized, the vampires of old were scary and considered monsters to be feared, hated and defeated. The movie scenes of the biggest sensations were those with beautiful women who had hearts that beat wildly for the debonair man with the pronounced widow’s peak. But, vampires in general, were not that choosy. They simply wanted to “feed”. They just wanted blood. They didn’t care about beauty or hair color, age or ethnicity. Their nature was to drain their victim of life. I state this fact with disdain, vivid disgust and vile hatred. Many religions and most of science state, life is in the blood. To take the right amount of blood is to take life.
So yes, the vampire. This is the monster that stares at me with mocking eyes when I visit my friends, waiting in wicked splendor for his name to be mention. When I stumble across a random conversation with a stranger, it seems the vampire is there, lurking in the background, gloating and taunting wanting reverie and awe. Who doesn’t hear the word cancer at least once a day? Anyone who has seen this vampire called Cancer or watched him work knows how quickly he desires to drain the blood, force life out of the body and push terror to the surface of not only the “victim” but those helpless souls who stand in horror and loneliness watching it play out like a scene from a movie script. The horror is…this is real life.
Things in the hospital were not going well, but we had a good direction and were looking at a relatively “happy” ending. They would open up my daughter, take out the “cyst” and all would heal up quite nicely. Then the doctors took a picture of it. And with the simple words, “It’s not what we thought. It has a blood supply”, everything changed.
The monster inside her actually drained the life from her. We watched our nineteen year old daughter turn into an eighty year old woman in a matter of ten months. She began her journey in August, 2012, at 160 lbs. She died in May, 2013, at 90 lbs. For Christmas I bought my previously size 11 teenage daughter a size 0 skinny jean from Rue 21. Holding them up into the light, turning them over and over again in my shaking hands, fighting back tears, I focused on all the bling. She would simply ADORE the bling! It was the hardest clothes shopping trip of my life!!
The vampire tumor inside her was sucking her blood, swallowing it up and ferociously going back for more. And with every bite, he grew bigger. Its appetite was insatiable. The first time she was on her “death bed” they gave her several pints of blood, giving her more life. She rallied; it would take that damned beast two more times on her “death bed” before her sweet precious life would find ultimate glory.
But, let me tell you how this life scene played out. She wasn’t that frail beauty dressed in the white gown, running through the dark woods, tripping and falling over limbs and debris. Oh no! This beauty was fighting back every step of the way. She laughed harder every time he attacked. She loved fiercer than he hated. And, she became sweeter the more he took. She did not give him reverie or awe. Better yet, she never gave him fear. She feared only the One, the One who gave her life. She never spoke of death, only the promise of light, laughter and love. Though he took her blood, the vampire could not take her life. She had already given her life to her Father long before the threat of it being taken. So, in the midst of his idle threats she laughed!! She would never be his victim. She knew she was something he couldn’t touch!
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