A girl called Vavi.14:13 Jun 02 2026
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This blog is about a girl called Vavi. It was her nickname and one I never understood. She gave it to herself for bat-shit reasons, but I'd rather use that than add her real name to this blog.
In two words. Bunny boiler.
One evening, I'd bought her a chinese takeaway and took it to her home. I went into her kitchen and put the food on a plate. Sweet and sour chicken, and egg-fried rice. And because I hadn't put the chicken on top of the rice and placed it at the side instead, she took the plate from me, threw it on the table and walked off crying, after screaming at me.
That was pretty much Vavi’s standard behaviour when upset.
Anyway, Vavi, my pretty-yet-angry-girlfriend, kept one of her feet planted firmly inside my vampirisms — to keep me around — while refusing to step in completely, keeping me in perpetual limbo.
I had the time and the patience to allow, yet it was deeply frustrating and, in the meantime, she lived her life without giving thoughts to my own needs.
In the 26 years we knew each other, I was only able to bite her once and if I was bitter about it, I'd say she wasn't that tasty. Her blood was thin, not unpleasant, okay, yeah, it was unpleasant, it was a cup of tea without a teabag, something missing, something missing for me, no connection, no connection for me, no connection to me. I really wasn't her thing. I suppose it didn't help that she was a Jehovah's witness.
Despite that, we had our fun, we had our nights, she was all for drinking my blood, all for it, any opportunity she'd be on me. Real unbalanced relationship. I allowed it. Drinking me was her thing, her party piece, the one thing she felt utterly comfortable doing. She took to it instantly and without question. I didn't need to ask, I didn't need to coax. Her idea, right from the get-go and with a smile on her face. She took to drinking me as people take to breathing air. It just happened without a thought, she was at me all the time while refusing me a drop of hers.
To put things in perspective, we're not talking fangs. Mostly. We're talking syringes, blood-letting and glasses filled with blood.
Now in vampire land, the real vampire land in the actual world where people know each other in real life, my vampirisms are known to the people in my life. It's really no secret. I'm discreet, but I don't have issues with my social circle. I'm open, to a point.
And my time with Vavi, during the past three decades, her life, to an extent, became mine too. As mentioned, she was and still is to this day, a Jehovah's Witness. And in the past, that caused some unpleasant problems and issues for me that I didn't really want to have to deal with, which came about because I spoke openly about my vampirisms to her friends and fellow Jehovah's Witnesses.
I was nice, I was caring, I was kind, loving, warm, yet the Jehovah's Witnesses, not so much. I tried. I started attending their 'Kingdom Hall', their own version of Christ's church. I was pleasant. No one liked me. Nobody. I stopped attending. The Jehovah's Witnesses, close friends of Vavi, it wasn't enough that I stopped attending their Hall, they had decided that Vavi and I must be separated. As if it was any of their businesses, but they certainly had decided to make it so.
One evening, Vavi told me that two of the Jehovah's Witness elders, yes, they really refer to themselves in those terms, were to meet with her at her home to discuss her leaving me.
A few days later, after that meeting, I went to Vavi’s home. And she told me what had happened.
Vavi was, is, a very expressive woman, very intelligent and a great conversationalist and gave me chapter and verse about what went on at that meeting, and basically she told the elders to fuck off and that she'd leave them before leaving me.
That was, is, one of the highlights of my life. It's just how I feel about it.
The elders had told Vavi that if she didn't leave me she'd need to leave the Kingdom Hall and when she refused, they backed down completely.
I was so surprised, I'd no idea she felt that strongly about our connection. I mean we were hardly a couple by that time, and I'd stopped calling what we shared a relationship. I simply hung out with her several times a week.
Time moved on. Our routine was that I'd pick her up in my car from the Kingdom Hall during their midweek meetings. I'd sit in my car, something to 9:00pm, waiting for her to come out and I'd see the cunts who shunned me, leaving their meeting, walking past my car and ignoring me. One of the ladies, ginger hair who was one of the elders who'd visited Vavi trying to get her to leave me, actually liked to sneer at me through my windscreen and I don't mean a sexual sneer, the playful type sneer, I mean the hateful type sneer. I never responded which made her hate me more I think. She had daughters, and she'd herd them away from my car parked on the curb outside the Hall like I was some kind of devil. Ok, fair play, but fuck you lady, you made me feel upset for no reason.
What a fucking twisted time I had with Vavi, fucking weird looking back, she screwed me over really, a user, she took my blood countless times, barely gave me a drop of hers, and those years started amounting into decades. And my wife? Did she know Vavi? Oh yes, they were close of sorts, practically family at one point over several years.
But time moved on and one evening, utterly out of the blue, Vavi exploded on me and I didn't see it coming. She told me she'd had enough and wanted something else. She'd found a man, a Jehovah’s Witness. I'll call him Alan, and within weeks they were a couple, and I remained Vavi’s 'friend.'
I also tried to make friends with Alan. He was wary, but we kind of got onto an amicable level where we were able to have stable if tentative conversations with each other.
Alan wasn't from Vavi’s Kingdom Hall, which is why he wasn't completely poisoned against me.
And Vavi, Alan and myself kind of had the status quo for a while until the night Vavi locked herself in Alan's bathroom crying for my blood.
He hated me after that. He actually screamed down the phone at me that night she locked herself in that bathroom. He was so abusive to me, that I was never to contact Vavi again. I quietly listened to him, and quietly agreed to his wishes and that was the last time I ever phoned Alan's home.
Alan didn't know that Vavi had started phoning me on her mobile. I told her to stop, she wouldn't. We carried on 'knowing' each other for a further 10 years after she got together with Alan. After a while he knew. She'd ring me while he was at home, even in the same room. He didn't stop Vavi from seeing me because she told him she would leave him if he tried.
Alan, I always thought was a good person, basically kind, decent, hardworking, nice. I wanted the best for him. I didn't love him. I have loved lots of men in my life, never loved him. Not exactly liked him, didn't respect him, but I felt kindness to him. I understood. Shitty situation.
Vavi is selfish, always has been, to me, to Alan. I don't even think she knows how she affected people. She's not my favorite person in the world despite the decades I've known her.
Eventually, Vavi weaned herself off me by choice, which made me feel that all the time I'd spent with her held no value to her then or now. It made me feel hollow. It still does. I have to accept how I feel and manage it. It's not nice to deal with. It'll probably affect me until I die. Just, sadness.
I've done the stalker thing, looked at her Facebook. She's still with Alan, who isn't really called Alan. I still have her tell number. We parted on amicable terms, but I really don't want to start the whole thing up all over again. Although she's aged quite a bit now as well. Some things are best left undisturbed.
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I didn't fare much better with the Seven Day Adventists. I'd joined them some years back.
One of their pastors paid a surprise visit to my home one evening to 'save me'. He spent three hours sitting at my table, and I was too kind to boot him out.
And he came right in the middle of me getting ready to satisfy my bloodlust. I'd been craving all day and Brian (another name change) the pastor, knocked on my door frigging scant minutes before I was ready to jump in and sink into blood. Man I was craving, my eyes were going funny. I was craving so bad I went on a five-mile run to torture myself with the deliciousness before I headed home, so I got an even bigger hit on the blood. I was fucking bleeding in the brain from it, fucking overwhelming monster the craving had built up in my brain like a fucking tsunami and I kept it at bay because I knew how good it'd feel when I fed it.
Yeah, fucking, I got back home and a minute fucking minute later he's at my door, he must have seen me come back in. I couldn't pretend I wasn't home, stupid, too kind, thoughtful. I've learned since to fuck people off no matter what when I need to, but not then.
I don't even remember what he was saying, three fucking hours what was wrong with the man, three fucking hours. Three hours, I knew the time was slipping away from me. It was so bad.
I ended up biting my own tongue and sucking the blood out.
I sat there going mmm mmm mm mm. I remember how he looked at me, but man, he was a steadfast fucker.
Un---fucking----movable and the man was thin as a rake, no sway, nothing. Like a rock. Untouchable. High faith. Unshakable. Not that I wanted to shake him. I did like him. In a way, I kind of loved him a little. He knew that. That's why he tried. We had something, just not the same path. Cared for him x
And when he left, I have to say, he was the biggest cock block I have ever experienced.
He put me right off, fucking, right off, spoiled my entire evening, made me feel so dirty, his thoughts, his face, in my mind, just awful, ruined it. He took something from me that evening, all the bloodlust which I can't describe here without five hours and a billion words. He quashed it he quashed it he did something to me he took something from me he took it. He ruined my bloodlust.
After he left, I tried to indulge for want of a better word. Drinking blood felt like trying to eat shit. I did persevere. Just wasn't in me. I fell asleep on the floor. I didn't even make it to bed. I woke up in the morning staring at a wardrobe feeling like I'd lost the greatest love of my life.
I felt empty, like something had left me.
It didn't stay away long, it came back strong, hard, deeper, harsher, angrier, darker, and blacker. It's mine. It lives within me. I may lock it up. No one else gets to do that ever again. I know now to protect myself, even from peoples good intentions.
The wife refuses all access now to anything JW/7DA related — she isn't very nice to them and I think it's really quite wrong of her. She taunts them, through the side gate when they come by. Trips them up within their own words and makes them uncomfortable and sometimes upsets them, which upsets me, because people are just people and my wife has sent people away in tears. It's so wrong.
Anyway ..
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COMMENTS
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NightmareEchos
19:50 Jun 13 2026
Very nice . I am sure Myrnda will love it 🖤 ◉‿◉
Adain
20:07 Jun 13 2026
Rocking song, Dee brought dinner in before I got the trays ready for it coz, couldn't put the song down.
Sat watching TV, wanna sing, humming now and I don't mean my socks, that chorus man, love !!!! it !!!!!
Myrnda
06:19 Jun 14 2026
Love it 😍
Adain
09:39 Jun 14 2026
Thanks baby, I went to bed going over B's lyrics instead of this one - I'll get back into this one on Sunday.
This is all around you - love it !