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The older I get the crazier some things get as well. For some reason I have this knack for stumbling across crazy unbelievable stuff. Most of the time its just from taking a ride at random through wherever.



In this case it was a ride out in the middle of nowhere Texas. The road is a two lane running through NOTHING but land. There is a whole lot of nothing in between towns out here and this road went right through all that nothing.



Just rolling down that road doing 75 mph, catching glimpses of old shacks on distant hills and the stray trail wandering off. Cloudy day and scattered rays of sunlight on the ground as if from a giant disco ball.



Whooshing down the road, a old wooden house I see. There is a figure, pale yet as if a shadow at the same time. Time seems to stop and stretch.



Then its over as soon as it began. All of that just a passing thought as I continue down the road.



Hours later during sleep, a very lucid dream unfolds. Finding myself in a strange place with only a brick wall behind me. One of those old black walls that you can still see at historic sites.



A man rushes up to me. Pushes me against the wall. "Vampires are real!!" he says. While loud the tone was begging in nature. His appearance was interesting. Black hair, almost to the shoulders with a slight wave. A jacket from what looked like the colonial era. The rest was typical late 1800s clothes a gentleman would wear. All ragged and worn out.



Not making the connection between the figure on the road and the figure in my dream right away I went about my day as usual.



Some time later I thought about it all. Within a few minutes I start to hear another in my thoughts. The feel and sound, for lack of a better word, was the same as the man from dream. Oh I forgot to mention he had fangs. Silly me.



After some back and forth some information about him was provided. When he was still a man, he studied occult things and sought out such things. One of those things found him.



At this point I have the same thought I always do "I am insane". Followed by the same second thought "If you are it won't hurt to see where it goes".



After a few questions this is what I received- he wasn't immortal even though it could appear that way. Those like him live around 8 or 900 years. The aging process slows way down and its like a infection or a virus. As time goes along they become increasingly feral. Which is the reason they die. They are very psychic and very very malevolent.



Along with all that he was very lonely. Then a few nights later I see him during a short meditation gnawing on the connection we had between us. Seems I was affecting him in some way he didn't want.



That connection, the appearance, was like nothing I had ever seen. I can say that during the time, from the initial dream up to that point, I felt not as myself. Not completely.



A deep anger and the compulsion to harm for harm's sake was how I felt. Very dark and brooding. The desire to violently make blood flow from people.



Also I refused his entreaty to go back to the road.



Gotta love Texas.

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ladyfae
07:29 Oct 22 2015

How intriguing! Did you get a name?



I wonder how you are doing and feeling now. Has the impulse for blood shifted your energy now that he is gone?

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Vann
07:38 Oct 28 2015

I did not ask for a name. After the connection was broken the violent urge for bloody mayhem ceased.

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