My name is Barrabás, Christopher Barrabás. Known in the 4th infantry, in nan, as Cel. Barrabás.
I was in fact born in 1936, In Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (nice city). At 4 we left to America where I grew up, went to school, and finaly went to the army. In 1972 I was sent to Vietnam. Got wounded, rest, heal, came back to the front, got wounded again, rest, heal, came back to the front again. I've received a medal for saving friends, bla bla bla... It's interesting, but the point I want to bring up about this, is my third and more serious wound that left me scarred until today. An explosion sent fragments into my head and I stayed unconscious for 2 months. When I wake up, maybe because some medicine, complications from the wound itself or both, I've lost completely the color of my hair (which was black).
I've not left nan right after that, as I might have told some people but my life there get very boring working behind a desk in Saigon. Only in 1976, when they remove all the rest of the troops from Vietnam, I was one of the last to leave the embassy with the marines hurrying me up. I was trying to take a friend doctor that extract the fragments from my head. Unfortunately, I could not bring him in. For a while, I thought he was dead. later on in my life I found him. His story I'll tell later.
Well after I come back to America I start work again for the government in some "classified jobs", a connection in Washington, Walker Jessup (he's dead ! no worries about the disclosure of his name), used to send me to various works around the globe, specially during the cold war. I started working for Jessup and the government by accident.
Gunter and his Sister Laura (friends of mine), were dealing with the Afghan government with a production, sale and delivery of some chips that were to be used on the fabrication line of a Yugoslavian tank, the M-84 which as an improved T-72 Russian tank. I was helping them with the delivery part, since that region is always a war zone, when before I board the plane, this fat, real fat Texas man introduced himself to me and presented me with a great sum of money and ask me to swap the chips before delivery so the tanks produced in Afghanistan may be defective, causing some other conflict. Well, things of the American government... I did it anyway. Disastrous results for them, profit for me.
After that work done, I've been in Korea, Nicaragua, Panama, Cuba, Siberia, Spain, El Salvador, Bolivia, Tcheckoslovakia, Syria, Lebanon and Jordan.(not in this order) Working for Jessup and Uncle Sam.
In 1988 I took off to Holland and in Amsterdam, I've found my soul mate.(or so I thought). Christine. After a few dates she have shown me her dark side. She gave me no choice...
Here is how the conversation were if I can remember:
- ... and that is what happened to me Christopher.
- Well this is quite a story ! I am a bit shocked sweetheart. If weren't for your fangs and the wound you heal I would not believe. Let me have more whisky down and breath a little more so all this information sink into my mind. This changes everything I believed before !
- I know, I know. It's a lot of information. But I know you can take it ! That's why I am telling you this. I even spoke to Prince O'hare about you.
- Prince ?! What prince ?!
- I told you Christopher ! He is the one that command this region. He is the one that allow me to create a progeny.
- So he agreed ?
- Yes.
- Well, so you are offering me a life of eternal youth. No getting old at least.
- Yes, well you are not that young but you'll not get older.
- Thank you very much ! I might not be a teenager but I am not old at all. Anyway, becoming a vampire, will bring me other "gifts" as you call it right ?
- Yes, Right. And you can even improve a little more and learn new ways to center your power. You can master your "gifts" and reach an exclusive way that only you will have.
- In oposite, I'll be almost like a demon. No soul, always to be killing to survive, never to see the sun again...
- Oh yes but...
- ... Never able to go to the beach, being haunted by some vicious creature that hates me just because I am what I am
- Well Christine, I don't think I'll be interested in this kind of life for me. I love you ! God ! I love so much but, I don't know... It's too much.
- I love you too Christopher ! Can't you see ! I've been living for hundreds of years alone ! I never had anyone that I could rely so much as I rely on you! You've being faithful, charming. You care about me. Thats why I decide to tell you everything !
- I know ! I'm not saying no ! I'm just telling you maybe now is not the time ! Let me go downstairs so I can think a little bit more about it...
I was going to the door, when she showed up in front of me.
- Christopher. There is one more thing I didn't tell you.
- What is it Christine ?
- I don't remember giving you any choice...
And, That's how I became a vampire. The turning of a human into a vampire is very painful and traumatizing experience. Everything begin with basically all the blood being drained from you body anatomically speaking.
After that, at least a drop of vampire blood is enough to start the process. Anne Rice was right on the description of the process. The movie that express a better view from the pain and agony of the "turning" is, believe it or not, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The part I refer is the part that Indiana is forced to drink that poison, transforming him into a member of that sect.
That has nothing to do with vampires but that pain Indiana represent in there, looks very similar with 2 exceptions: First, It takes longer for you to turn, about 10 minutes or so. Second, when you wake up, the odds are you either are feeling the most hungry creature in the world or you wake up looking at a body of some poor person that happen to be in you way when you wake up.
It all depends on the benevolence of your master, father, mother, creator, sire or anything you want to call, the vampire that turned you.
I say that because again, anatomically speaking, your body have no blood whatsoever. If your creator, on the process, gives you at least half your capacity of blood, from his own blood, you will wake up fine. A little hungry, but fine. Less then that, the hungry gets worst, until the point you can loose conscience and, what I call "the beast", rise from within you. Some stories of cruel sires that give to their progeny, only enough blood to make the beast rise from within them, leaving them alone to test their capabilities of survival as a vampire. This act was forbidden later on in a conclave, (centennial reunion of the leaders of the vampire world), because it was calling to much attention from the humans and we did not want any of them, ate the time, sneaking their noses into our places while we were sleeping.
Many of us have already succumbed at the beast. Doesn't matter how long it takes, how careful you be. One day the beast will take over and that will be the end.
Have you thought about the religious point of view of that ? We're evil ! We have the beast inside ourselves ! We take blood from the living creatures ! The bible condemn that ! It's there in Leviticus 7. 26,27. "And wherever you live, you must not eat the blood of any bird or animal. If anyone eats blood, that person must be cut off from his people."
There it is ! According to that, we're doomed ! I prefer believe, I have a choice ! He wouldn't be that unfair and condemn me. After all, I was not my choice !
Well let's talk about Christine right now !
Christine was a beautiful red haired, Irish decedent, fire forged hot bodied vampire. She had or still have, I don't know, an extremely unbelievable story of her own.
in 1735, in England, happened a bizarre and important event. The old ones call, "The Perfume Party", where 16 vampires and 20 humans, were burnt under the sound of classic music and a wonderful French perfume. Until today, many vampires from that time whisper her name Christine.
Let me go back a little bit so you guys can understand a little bit about her reasons. Christine had a father and a sister at the time of her embrace. McCalister was her Sire. A respected vampire in the vampire society. But that did not change the fact, she couldn't get close to her family and that now she have a new "brother" called Diotrich, also creation of McCalister.
Her "brother" Diotrich, had a lot of ambition. His thirst of power, led him create a cult for the dead. I don't recall the name now. It was very usual for the locals to find corpses of children tied up with rose's stems braided like a chain. At that time, the secrecy of the vampires were a little bit less restricted than today but still, they had to be careful so the church did not open another inquisition you know. When the heat got too bad, Diotrich produced some evidence that implicate Christine that had nothing to do with that. She caught hell for it.
Thanks to her Sire, McCalister, she did not was destroyed, but chained inside a metal coffin for 4 months. They had a little hole on the side where they put 3 rats every day for her not to die from starvation. She did not say anything during this period. McCalister respect were shaken and he demanded her to apologize to all of the region members. He threaten to kill her father and sister. She accepted. Not because she was afraid but during the 4 months she had nursed a profound hate and desire of vengeance. She decided to make a party for them.
At that night, on the Great Hall of the Cantebury Castle, all the invited, got fascinated by the audacy of the host to perform fireworks display inside the Great Hall, and the choice of a French perfume that impregnated the whole Castle.
Nobody noticed the gallons and gallons of kerosene flooding the floor. Everything happened very fast. One firework hit the floor... Heat, scream and pain.
After that she moved to Holland and stay there. Until I met her.
Many years have passed since the "The perfume party" night. All the neophyte vampires, never even heard about that incident. Only the elders and the clans chieftain know about Christine and this story. Nobody can prove anything, but they knew... and waited until the perfect moment to strike revenge.
It was a very dark night at Dam Square. We were leaving the Grand Hotel Kraznapolsky crossing thru the center of the square. It was very cold as well. She put on her disney leather jacket I gave to her, over a white sweater. Her fire red hair was barely showing his glow, because she kept inside the jacket. Her knitting hat was covering her head and ears. I saw she putting on a thick pantyhose, then the jeans. I asked why, and she said it help against the cold. The cold can harm us if is to severe. We use our blood to keep us warm, but it can drain our strength too.
In my case I always been very simple. I had only jeans, a thick cotton sweater and an synthetic leather overcoat. I never been to much fan of labels and clothes. whatever fits me well, will do the job. Is not very easy to find clothes for me. 6'6'' hight big arms and legs. I still not well defined. Maybe that make me looks bigger. With a white hair and that body, I could call a lot of attention. Fortunately I was in Netherlands, everybody is big here. Even woman.
Anyway, we were crossing the Dam Square, going to meet a long time friend. Iceman. That's how I've always known him. After he became a vampire, he does not use any kind of identity. I don't know his story. He did not tell me, I did not ask. This is how things work after you are dead. I've seem in two occasions, someone asking him for identification. The first one, he glamoured the airport security. The second, was a police officer from Sint-Gillis a province just southwest of Brussels in Belgium. The officer was concerned about a blood stain in his coat. He tried to explain to the officer but when the cop reach for the gun... all the hell break loose... Iceman jump from the car already on top of him. The policeman managed to shoot two rounds but did not hit Iceman. He grab the gun from the cop's hand and throw aside, close to a bench, put one of his hands around the policeman neck and squeezed. No sound of scream was heard. The officer probably lost conscience, than Iceman stopped choking him, drag him back to his patrol car, put him on the driver side. Iceman came back for the gun. He threw the gun in the officer's lap and came back and we drove away. Good thing we had chosen park side to stop when the cop decided to stop us.
Christine and me, were arriving at the Macmarmar restaurant and pub where Iceman was supposed to meet us. The pub was a nice little restaurant. There was some metal tables outside and some others inside. The Establishment was long and narrow, with a long bar, a cigar and cigarette machine and lots of photos of the old city through the walls. The bartender, knows me, Christine and Iceman for a while. He goes back inside the kitchen and bring back a dark green bottle. Like the ones from wine. But no label. I touch the bottle and is warm. Just the way I told him to do. The bartender place dark blue wine glasses in front of us and pour half glass. We always seat away from other people, so they don't ask what kind of liquor we're drinking. Iceman took very long to arrive. When he finally get in the pub, the bartender went back to the kitchen again and brought the same bottle. Warmed again.
- Thanks Clyde !
- Always at service Iceman ! - the bartender went back to the kitchen and returned to keep serving the other customers. - What took you so long Iceman ? - I asked a little bit concerned. I've noticed a newspaper in his hand. - You won't believe what's going on Barrabás. Take a look in here - He extends the paper to Christine and me. - I've stopped at the newsstand by the centraal Station as I do every night before I come here and that come up on the first page.
De Volkskrant
Model Elize Vlazak murdered
The famous Amsterdam Elite Model Elize Vlazak, were found dead in her apartment victim of a hideous act of violence, cruelty and insanity . Police said she was found dead tied up to a chair in front of her dresser in her bedroom, she was completely drained from her blood. Her face was completely disfigured, cut in shreds with some kind of razor like object. Two puncture wounds were found in her neck resembling a snake bite Some CSI technicians say it was from those "bites" the blood had been
| removed from her body. Technicians also mention, that she was alive when all the wounds and the blood draining was inflicted. Aparently, there was no sexual assaut, judging by the victim was still dressed and no signs of struggle or forced entry in her apartment The sentence " So what is the beauty worth? Like that, you face eternity " in the wall, written with her own blood. Police said there is still a lot to do in the scene. No suspects are found and investigation still find no solid leads.
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