The vampire inside me

I don't know about other people's tastes, but I do know about mine. I really like science fiction movies where the mind takes you to remote places with aliens and strange monsters, I also like fable and horror movies. 

Personally, I love all vampire movies, I feel like one of them, maybe I have a gothic soul. Just seeing the powers they have, their immortality, they have everything and they get everything. When they suck blood and it drips down their fangs and face, I like to see them with that satisfied face. 

Years ago I read about the goat-sucker, it was something less elegant and gothic, but yes, a goat-vampire caught my attention. It was not known what creature it was, but yes, it left the intrigue of what it could be, a I like to see them with that satisfied face. Years ago I read about the goat-sucker, it was something less elegant and gothic, but yes, a goat-sucker, caught my attention. 

It was not known what creature it was, but yes, it left the intrigue of what it could be, a human or animal vampire? Bram Stoker's  Dracula is a good cult film and I repeat it every time I want to see something that gives me "morbidity". 

I like it so much that I can watch it repeatedly without getting tired until I see the hidden places of the images, landscapes, parts of the castle that I have not been able to see in two or three repeated viewings of the same film, I scrutinize the film.

The movie where the vampires are well dressed in elegant old clothes is my devotion. Impeccable and physically well cared for, manly and very rich. 

To think of a poor and poorly dressed vampire would ruin the movie.

I imagine a scenario like this: in the darkness of the night, everything in semi-darkness with a rising moon that doesn't illuminate and you can only half see, with the howling of wolves, an incessant breeze that sounds like a whistle, the branches move, they shake as if fearing something, the little vampires come out to fly, to feed their body with the fresh, warm blood of some living being into which they will sink their fangs and transfer their anticoagulant or their rage and that human will wake up with two holes somewhere on their body and with luck they were only bitten by a thirsty, healthy vampire.

But if reality were different and he was a man condemned to wander eternally between the living and the dead who went with thirst and hunger and searched for what he found and sucked that warm blood, full of red blood cells, full of iron, to stay alive-dead and weaken the one sucked. I imagine that I were free to transform my body into a vampire and fly in that darkness and every living being, human or not, would fear me, for being the non-living being that when transformed again can walk among the living like anyone else, well dressed, elegant with an air of distinction. 

Nobody would notice anything, I would just walk around at night avoiding the sun, the mirrors and looking for a little fun in my vampiric way.

I definitely wouldn't like to be Nosferatu, with his ugly appearance he has no way to hide and go unnoticed, much less conquer someone. As a horror movie, it's very good, but it's not my muse of inspiration, Nosferatu is ugly, horrible and in the new Nosferatu 2024 he's uglier.

This new Nosferatu movie is good for nightmares. And continuing with my plot of my imaginary movie, where they see me elegantly from the outside and inside I am black as the night, with a dark and pestilent soul. 

I climb up on the roofs of the houses to choose my next victim, all the houses are well closed and fear the non-living, I find protective devices on the roofs, but I laugh and throw them away, there is nothing that stops me, what I want is mine and if I have to feed myself I will do it from a fresh neck and he will not know what happened to him. Maybe I was the goat-sucker that not even the chickens were saved, I extracted the last drop of blood. 

Everyone running, talking, investigating and I appearing as a decent gentleman and no one noticed my ambushes. I repudiated the blood of chickens and goats, more subtle and delicious is human blood, which I taste. 

But I sacrificed myself because the garlic on the windows did not let me pass and I had to satisfy myself with the farmyard animals.