Mrow, this is just a little story I've been toying with for a day. The idea came to me in socials class since I was so bored. (I have a test tomorrow… but I decided to type this instead. )

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Humanizing a Vampyre

Chapter One

Vampyre Tape

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"Hello, my name is Syaoran and I'm a vampyre, just like you. I drink blood and don't like garlic; I find it gives me bad breath. I enjoy long walks on the beach, the refreshing taste of warm human skin beneath my lips, the feel of flesh between my teeth, and the occasional dip in a moonlit pool; preferably a pool of blood, but wine will do just fine."

A young male with messy brown hair stared deep into the camera and then smiled sensually. The person behind the camera frowned and stopped pressing the record button.

"Syaoran!" exclaimed the blue haired male, plainly exasperated.

Syaoran looked up innocently at the blue-haired male. "Sorry, Eriol. I just had to do it once."

Eriol frowned and started the camcorder yet again. "Just try to stick to the script, okay? This is a very-"

"'Important document that will be used to educate our young vampyres. The Council deemed us worthy of this great opportunity and I for one am going to use it. I don't know about you Syao, but I don't want to go against the rules.' I know, I know." Syao ran his hand through his hair. "It's important, it's going to be used for a good cause, I just don't see why the Council had to choose me to do it."

"Oh, I'm guessing the fact that you're one of the oldest vampyres around had nothing to do with you being chosen. Nor did the fact that you've declined their offers to join the Council and become their leader for the past two hundred years have anything to do with it at all. Oh no, I haven't got a clue why you were chosen to be the narrator of the most important young vampyre education system ever to be created in the history of vampyres as we know it. I bet it was your dashing good looks and your extreme charisma that did it. That and your urge to live life as a 'normal' vampyre."

"Shut up and roll it, will you?" Syao sat down in the dark navy chair that he was supposed to talk from. He brushed an invisible speck of dirt off of his shirt. "I do have things to do."

"It's been rolling."

Syaoran growled and his eyes began to glow in anger. Then, just as quickly as they had warped, his facial features smoothed and he looked as he had when he had been twenty-one.

"Hello, my name is Syaoran. My age does not matter, but I will go as far as to say that I am just a bit younger than the members of the Vampyre Council." Syaoran's voice was smooth, like honey. He knew how to manipulate his voice in so many ways. Being on earth for so long had its advantages; he had learned how to do many things.

"The reason you are here, as many of you may have noticed, is because you are vampyres. That is correct, you are the undead and the bloodsuckers of this earth now. You are here to be given an instructional course that will cover several things. Some of the items to be discussed are the History of Vampyres, the Council of Vampyres, the Jobs A Vampyre Can Attain, the Rules and Regulations of Vampyre Life, and most importantly, How to Feed Upon Humans... without killing them or injuring yourself. All these things and more, you will learn in a short time. Well, a short time by vampyre standards, that is."

Syaoran rose from his seat and walked to the front of his desk. Placing his arms behind him, he braced himself on the dark mahogany desk. "This instructional video has one purpose and one purpose only: To educate newly formed vampyres who have no knowledge of this world. Everyone that sees this video will learn many things about vampyre life and will be tested on each section before they can move on to the next. Believe me, you have more than enough time to learn and memorize every word that I will be speaking in this series of instructional videos. Vampyres have very long lives.

"Every new vampyre has been required to go through a period of instruction on the way of vampyre lifesince the 1800's." Yeah, when I suggested it to the Council. "You are, at any time, free to leave this facility before fully finishing the instructional period. Anyone who leaves this facility without fully finishing the instruction period and passing the evaluation which follows withone hundred percent is allowed to walk out at any time. We are not holding you captive."

He paused for a second, and then brought his hand up to his lips. "Do keep in mind that if you leave without finishing the instructional period and passing the evaluation with one hundred percent, you will be killed the second you walk out of the front door. You must finish the entire instructional period and pass the following examinations with one hundred percent in order to pass and be allowed out into the world. Once you have graduated, you will be assigned a mentor to whom you will listen to and obey above all costs.

"If you wish to have a long afterlife, you will comply to all vampyre rules and regulations at all times. If you at any time violate any rule or regulation, you will be detained, tortured, and probably killed in a quick and efficient matter; we will remove your heart while you're alive and awake, and feed it to a large feline of predator-background. Simple, but effective." Syaoran smiled faintly, the edges of his lips curling up. He put his hand back down.

"I think you will all be pleased to note that there are many pencils and papers in the desk you are seated at. Please feel free to use them. If you do not finish the evaluations that follow with exactly one hundred percent, you will automatically be forced to listen to me drone on, yet again."

He crossed the room to a large, overstuffed purple chair and sat down. "Just why do we have such strict rules? Just let yourself imagine that you are yourself again. Imagine that you are a human. Now, how on earth would you feel if you realized that there were vampyres all around you?"

He smiled demurely and leaned forwards towards the camera. "You would tell every bloody person you could see. You would call every news department in every bloody country all over the world. You'd call the FBI, the CIA, everyone. There would be mass vampyre hysteria all around the world, not much unlike the witch-hunts.

"If a real vampyre was captured, he or she would be taken to a scientific laboratory. And then a million scientists would try to 'understand' the vampyre."

He leaned back in his chair. "You can all see where that would get us."

He leaned over to the left and pulled a book off of a nearby shelf. The book was a deep faded red and smelled odd, not that the vampyres who were to watch the film would know that. "Now, how about you guys all sit tight and take notes while I begin on the history of vampyres." He cleared his throat and began to read. "Oh," he said, looking up, "some of you may have realized that this book is strapped under your seats. You may follow along if you wish; we're on page seven, second paragraph."

He cleared his throat again and began to read.

"Because of the many mistakes of our predecessors, vampyres had been known throughout Assyria and within the primeval forests of Mexico before Cortez came by. Not only do the Chinese and Indian fear us, but the Malay do as well. Vampyres are known throughout the world for our so-called evil deeds." When Syaoran said "evil deeds" he put his fingers in the air and did air quotations.

"How do we live? We vampyres have bodies, and our craving for blood is our way to obtain sustenance for that body. We are neither dead nor alive; we are in between the worlds of life and death, we are living in death. We are abnormalities; the androgynies of the phantom world; the pariahs among the fiends.

"Scary isn't it, how we have no rest after our death…" He spoke out of text now, adding in his own thoughts. "We are doomed to roam about the earth to come forth and prey upon the living, the living we once were."

He looked back down to the text. "We prey upon the living. Why do you think that is? Of course, the first thought to your mind is our indescribable need for blood. But that's not what we want. Blood, although very tasty, is only the vessel that carries what we need.

"And what do we need? Will any of you chance a guess? If you said the very essence of life, you are correct. We require, not the blood, but the spirit, or the soul, of our victim. The spirit, commonly known among vampyres as Sylish, is somehow wrapped within the blood of our victims. At the time of one's birth, one's Sylish is, in some mysterious way, interconnected to a living victim's blood.

"But what do we have within ourselves now? Coursing throughout your veins right at this moment is Gnoshin. This, Gnoshin, or black blood, is comprised of several things. One of the two most important things it consists of is a blood-like liquid. It is not real blood; our blood lacks red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets, and hemoglobin; everything that the human body requires to stay alive. Our bodies defy the laws of nature. The only thing we have coursing through our blood is something our scientists have named Jynish cells which are more commonly known just as Jynish. Jynish are our own special type of red blood cell. They transport oxygen from our lungs to our muscles, just like regular red blood cells. Our blood is black because we do not have… what? Any guesses? No, it's not sex drives. We'll get into that later.

"Our blood does not contain our spirit. Only enough of our spirit remains for us to keep our connection with these bodies that we inhabit. When we drink living beings' blood, we are filling up on their spirit. No human that we feed upon is harmed; we drink only enough to fill ourselves, which is a very important rule. Every human on this earth is constantly creating Sylish, until his or her last, dying breath, and for a little while afterwards.

Syaoran stopped speaking and put his book away. "Please follow along in your textbook." He pulled out a cue card from beside his chair. On it was inscribed the word, "Vampyre."

"This is what you are," he said, pointing to the card. "Now, lets go on to the most basic thing about you now, your name. Modern day humans have dropped our "y" and inserted an "i" into our name. Vampyre (also vampire) is from the Magyar vampir, a word of Slavonic origin occurring in the same form in Russian, Polish, Czech, Serbian and Bulgarian. This shows how widespread the knowledge of our existence is. The word is apparently unknown in Greece and the general modern term is vrykolakas. This must undoubtedly be identified with a word common to the whole Slavonic group of languages, and is the equivalent of the English "werewolf"; Scotch "warwulf"; German "Werwolf" and French "loup-garou." However, we are not were-anythings."

"Now that I've held your attention for such a short amount of time, I will leave you now and I hope to see many of you in the next section of this introduction to vampyrism. I look forward to repeating this to the rest of you."

He stood up and walked over to the desk again. He placed the cue card on the desk and looked to the camera once more. "Take this time to study. I believe your evaluation is in two hours. Blood will be circulating the room in half an hour's time. The bathroom facilities for the females are located out the door and to the right, while the males' bathroom is out the door and to the left. Please do not leave this hallway until you have finished the upcoming evaluation withone hundred percent and have permission from your teaching aid. Please do not leave this building until you have finished the final evaluation with one hundred percent. Thank you, and happy cramming."

He posed for the camera and then sighed loudly when the blinking, red light went off. "Gees, that was sad. Who thought up the line for the blood circulating?"

"I don't know," answered Eriol, rewinding the tape. "I think it was the Earl of Dukesburgh."

Syaoran frowned. "He's been dead for twenty years."

"Oh?" Eriol frowned with him. "Oh, my bad. You're right. I have no clue then."

Syaoran spoke again, "So, we can see this tape now?"

"Yep," drawled Eriol. "Just let it finish rewinding. I think you did pretty well on this. You're not that shabby an actor. Do you care for Broadway?"

"Can it, Eriol," growled Syao, flopping into the lush, purple chair across the room.

"Can it what?" inquired Eriol.

Syao snarled in return. He was getting annoyed.

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