I am a vampire, a beggar vampire. Yes, with the eternal youth and eternal loooong time to achieve anything and anywhere, I ended up being a beggar in a small country, one of those countries that you currently call as third world countries. I will not tell you the name of the country, you will know the why soon, it’s the same reason why I am a poor street beggar. If you are very smart, you may actually reduce the possibilities where I can be, and I am sure I will leave a few clues in this story. But I will earnestly request you, please do not try to meet me. Do not try to search for lonely vampires, even if you have accidentally somewhere sometime sensed them around you. Ignore them... ignore me... if you have the habit to take stuffs seriously, then take this just as seriously as you would take a movie based on true story... still a movie, may be some truth behind it, but still a story.
I will hope this short story will entertain you, from my experience, you people (and may be I too) take some strange pleasure (or may be relief) from hearing about other’s misery and sufferings. My entertainment? Perhaps I still want to be witnessed, to share my feelings with someone... I will intentionally tell only a few stories of myself, so that you do not know too much about me or my location or any other vampire as a matter of fact. Perhaps I can take this little risk in exchange of this immense unquenchable pleasure of sharing.
