Hear My Thoughts

Everlasting Dracula

I walk down the street of Romania, going to one of the youthful hangouts in town;

The clubs are my new “castles” of this 20th century era

Its dark, its loud, has free blood, private booths, and they even serve drinks that make my midnight snacks easier targets to get control of.   

A girl walks past me smelling like sex and drugs but I heed no mind, it’s the “norm” for this century

This gob for sacking century that leaves me with endless food and disgust.

What is the world coming to? Is this what was intended five centuries ago?

My Gob, the big guy up there, I am happy my dear Elizabeth is not here to see this…this dreadful century;

Everywhere I turn is death, disease, poverty, abuse, power struggle, even divorce:

A thing not heard of in my time of living is something that is popular now

My Gob, this century is an awful place to live. If I had a heart it would have failed me two centuries ago.

To think I used to beat myself over killing these maggots knew as humans,

I barely have to go out and hunt anymore; I just sit in my castle and wait on them,

There’s bound to be some stupid group of them that wants to explore the “creepy” castle up on the mountain for something call “entertainment” and “Bravery” or to find “clues” on vampires or even “Dracula” for fame and money. I laugh; ha! As if they can find me, they will be lucky if I don’t find them,

Oh but how I miss the 15th century where everything was much simpler and less hectic;

I could kill my share of maggots without having to worry about things like “missing person reports” or “investigations” from the cops. Children were obedient, clothing made skin less revealing to the eyes thus making it easier for me to go into the sunlight without having to look like “that freak”.

The dress codes for this century make me a prisoner of the dark

I remember when I used to roam free five centuries earlier; ah those were the good days.

Being born in 1431 in Sighisoara, Transylvania with the name Vlad Dracula, everything was easy for the killer in me. Although Transylvania is a province that once belonged to Hungary but is now part of modern Romania, I remember having reign in Wallachia from October to November of 1448, from

1456-62, not only my second reign but also my major one, and my last reign in 1476 from November to December. I should have reign longer but as luck will have it, I “died”.

Fighting and spilling blood was my undoing; I “died” that faithful year of 1476 in a battle on Bucharest,

Making Bucharest my place of “death”

Of course before my death, I was a cruel ruler, who went by the name Vlad the Impaler,

You can’t blame me though, I wanted things and the only ways to get them were by being cruel.

Being nice can only get you but so far in life, trust me, I’ve lived long enough to say so

In fact, I am as cruel as I am because of my father Vlad Dracul (“the Devil”)

If you look up the meaning to my last name it’ll say “Son of the Dragon” or “Son of the Devil”

Not only did he give me the same name as himself but set my destiny when he invested in a semi-monastic, military organization call Order of the Dragons which explain the meaning of “Son of the Dragon” in my name. As time went on though my name started to change to Vlad Tepes and Dracole near the 15th century;

The beautiful, soulful 15th century, one of my favorite eras

The era where Fashion was full of “extremes and extravagances”, from full-bodied houppelandes, or as this era call it-voluminous dresses, with their sweeping floor-length sleeves to the revealing doublets with a variety of hats and headdresses worn swaged, draped, jeweled, and feathered.

And of course I can’t forget about how fashionable the men were either:

Men wore full-skirted knee-length coat, knee breeches, a linen shirt with frills and linen under drawers,

A long waistcoat with sleeves or vest with lower legs on display, as part of silhouette,

Silk stockings and leather shoes with stacked heels of low or medium height put together by a shoulder-length full-bottomed wig and a tricorne hat with an upturned brim was the way to go.

As I enter the club and look around at all the young women and men of this era I can’t help but to wonder what my dear first wife would have said about putting more than half her skin on display.

Of course in1462 if she hadn’t of thrown herself off the donjon of my castle, down the precipice and into the river Arges, which was later named Riul Doamei meaning “The Princess’ River”; she would be here.

The younglings of this era care so little about their bodies that they barely wear clothes to cover it.

Two young women have walked by me and on both encounters I was able to see their bust, feminine wear and the angles of their lovely bodies;

Why does this era even think about making clothes when all they want to be is naked?

What is the big deal about spending money on something that barely covers you?

What thrills do these preys get from showing everything they were giving?

I have lived for 582 years and yet I have no understanding of how theses humans mind work.

You will think since I mingle with some, snack on some, converse with some, bed some, and even turn some that I would have had some type of understanding by now.

My luck has yet to hit its mark, but, one day the answer will come

After all I am Dracula…