The cultivation of authenticity.
Whittled
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Written by Priscilla Wong
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The Grandpa Count āāāātaught me that there were only a few things in life that really mattered. Spirit, body and soul.
Strictly monotheist, he was as fire as Jesus. Just for the very way he fought for what he believes in. There used to be more of a fight in him until he met his foe, a wench of 4 feet and 10 inches. A fearsome thing to behold. Bless her little heart, smart she was not, neither funny or nice. I am deeply saddened by the fact that some may mistaken us to be of blood and tissue. Be assured, that we are as far apart in the gene pool as possible, as far from the Sun is, to Pluto.
Wāas it right for the Count to sire me? Maybe, maybe not. But sired I was, and here I am, nearly 8 centuries old. Sired too, was my faithful companion, my silent steadfast Dobermann Dandy, at 16 centuries old. We have all done things that only the lord may forgive. We have all sinned and grieved, only reborn again at the dusk fall, to sin once more!
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Minimalism is a vampiric art.
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Dobermann Dandy says, it is most advantageous to own just a few things to convey a sense of normalcy to human predators who damn well would touch my shiny vampiric skin,
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"Dinnerware and plates, no more than 3 sets. One for dad, mom and little baby.
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Wardrobe, no more 25 pieces of curated staples. Timeless classics that will never make a vampire come off as an idiot moron gadfly.
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Shoes, no more than 10 pairs, chosen equally by occasion, for form and function.
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Pantry and coffin, none of your business."
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Believe me, it's hard to quit the Count. Try hard as we might, he needs only to say the word, and Dandy and I go hopping back, like bunny rabbits, to once where we came. "Sire, we brought you news from the Outerlands. Your power lives, still. The dark lord awaits your return."
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We else would we go?
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The Count sleeps with one eye open, and eye closed, holding a rifle close to his heart. Now you may ask, why a Vampire Lord may need firearms. Well, it's because the sparks are so pretty. Plain and simple. Who in their right minds, would light the fury in a dark one, and go only half way?
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Not I.
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