The Crypt is silent tonight. It’s a Tuesday and the place is closed as usual. Usually I only open the place on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. If I have it open during the regular weekdays, a lot of the kids would never get enough sleep for school the next day, and I don’t want to deal with angry parents complaining that my place is an attractive nuisance. Not that anyone would believe it. My place is a drug and alcohol free zone. It’s actually one of the safest places teenagers can come to get away from the darker elements out there.
Still, keeping the place open seven days a week would be quite demanding on me and my DJ Scar-Man. He has a family these days and needs to be able to spend time with them. And I need time to myself. Even after a hundred and fifty years, I still enjoy some ‘me’ time. I know, I know, most vampires you see in movies or read about are lonely and longing for company. Well this is real life and I have plenty of extended family and friends who love to have me visit. or like to come over and drop in to see me and I love it.
However, I do need some time alone every so often and tonight is one of those evenings. So with the doors locked up I’ve scaled the many steps that lead to the top of this old building where my art studio awaits. I though I might be in the mood to pick up a brush and work on a canvas or two, but not at the moment. Instead, I’m in a more contemplative mood at the moment.
There’s a huge picture window at one end of the studio that allows me to gaze out at the town. It’s very pretty at night. The streetlights are lit up, as well as a number of houses. The evening is still young so very few have gone to bed just yet.
Who knows who I might meet this evening if I venture out into the streets. That’s half the fun of being a night walker. It’s always an adventure. You see things and people, most folks overlook in their busy day. For me, I find stories and inspirations for paintings, novels, or just things that make you think a bit. No, I’m not one of the gloom and doom vampyres of legend. I’m going to be walking this earth for some time yet and I’m fully aware of it. I am what I am these days. Although I did not choose this existence, it was pushed onto me by a very unlikely source, but unlike others I treasure each moment I have.
I’ve touched and had my life touched by so many wonderful people. Not just the stars I met back in vaudeville, or the heroes I met out on the battlefields, but everyday people and I thank them for it. The ones who’ve come and gone, as well as those who are still with me now. Yes, I’ve said goodbye to a good many friends over the decades, but there are always new people entering one’s life that you can share and experience so much with.
In my hundred and fifty… correction hundred and sixty-seven years on this planet (I always forget to count my life before the change) I’ve seen so much. How many people can claim they saw the first silent films? Or heard the first radio broadcasts? I encountered and even got to work on some of the earliest computers when punch-cards were the high point of technology.
Plus I got to watch man reach the moon and take his first steps onto that barren alien landscape. And there are so many years ahead of me, which both fill me with wonder and a slight dread. For unlike vampyres of legend I do age, albeit at a much slower rate. I was only seventeen when I was changed and these days I barely look thirty. For every ten years that pass for others I age only one. This means I have a long time ahead of me, but what about when I finally start to reach ‘old’ age? Will I start to turn grey and less able-bodied? With I spend centuries trapped in a body that is feeble and infirm? That’ is a frightening prospect, that I try not to think too much about.
There’s still so much about my condition I don’t know anything about. In spite of twenty years spent getting degrees in botany, anatomy and physiology, and several other sciences, there’s still so much to learn. Luckily, science continues to move forward and I can always go back and take more classes and learn more about the new discoveries that may help me fully understand what I’ve become. And that’s something I actually look forward to.
I love taking classes and learning new things. I’ve taken all kinds of classes over the decades including art, dance, languages, mathematics, writing, etc. Learning can be so much fun. I meet new people and get introduced to new ideas and skills. Life is a wondrous thing and whether you have only one life-time or many what you do with your time can be very enriching. It all depends on the individual.
And right now, this individual feels like stepping out for a while. I’ll come back here later and start working on one of my unfinished canvasses. There’s one in particular I’m very eager to get back to.
I’ve already put it on an easel so it can be waiting for me when I get back. It’s a portrait of a young girl with flowing black hair and the most amazing brown eyes. I can never forget her eyes. They saw through me like no other and loved me for who AND what I am…