M.H. Elrich's Blog
October 31, 2025
Communion Sample
Contrary to what that slimy Bram Stoker said, I, Lucy Westenra, am not dead, nor lustful. After all, any good vampire hunter knows that stakes through the heart don’t work. One must burn the body completely before the vampire dies.
That’s the problem. I don’t die. I don’t age. And even though being a beautiful, ethereal being seems like a wonderful blessing, it’s not. I have many reasons to hate my new existence.
Reason One: my fiancé left me in a tomb to die and then married someone else.
Reason Two: I’m always thirsty, and the only drink that will satisfy me is blood. Sure, I drink the blood of criminals (not children! I’m looking at you, Bram Stoker!). But have you ever tried drinking blood? I doubt it. It’s nasty, and the coppery taste makes me wish I could be a vegetarian.
Reason Three: Dracula pursues me, intent on making me a member of his harem. As if I would ever want to be one of those succubi! Especially since they serve the vampire who made me this way.
Because of him, I fled London and am traveling the world. I never stay in one place, and I don’t make friends or boyfriends. That would get me killed. I dyed my hair more times than I can count, changing names and identities like clothes.
Sometimes I wonder: is there hope for me to be human again?
Knock! Knock! A loud pounding interrupts what I wrote in my journal. I stand slowly, tucking the journal into my suitcase.
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That’s the problem. I don’t die. I don’t age. And even though being a beautiful, ethereal being seems like a wonderful blessing, it’s not. I have many reasons to hate my new existence.
Reason One: my fiancé left me in a tomb to die and then married someone else.
Reason Two: I’m always thirsty, and the only drink that will satisfy me is blood. Sure, I drink the blood of criminals (not children! I’m looking at you, Bram Stoker!). But have you ever tried drinking blood? I doubt it. It’s nasty, and the coppery taste makes me wish I could be a vegetarian.
Reason Three: Dracula pursues me, intent on making me a member of his harem. As if I would ever want to be one of those succubi! Especially since they serve the vampire who made me this way.
Because of him, I fled London and am traveling the world. I never stay in one place, and I don’t make friends or boyfriends. That would get me killed. I dyed my hair more times than I can count, changing names and identities like clothes.
Sometimes I wonder: is there hope for me to be human again?
Knock! Knock! A loud pounding interrupts what I wrote in my journal. I stand slowly, tucking the journal into my suitcase.
Read More on Substack:
https://open.substack.com/pub/elriche...
