Philosophical Letters: The Vampyre (Jonathan Polidori)

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I was sitting on a wooden chair, something was walking on my right fingers, it was that little animal that eats wood.

I looked carefully, noticing that the chair was ready to collapse.

I stood up, suddenly, to avoid falling, I leaned against the mantelpiece, my hand filling up with dust and cobwebs.

I raised my eyes and I saw an immense grey painted on canvas and a carved and painted frame of gold.

The glass of the huge windows was so dirty that it prevented the sun's rays from illuminating the dark room, with beautiful candelabras but without candles, like the chandelier carved by a blacksmith.

I heard something, the noise came from the kitchen.

Inside there was a tall, thin girl, her long black hair blocked my view of her face.

I moved my chair to get her attention, no way.

Then I purposely cursed out loud and she smiled at me.

Her eyes were of a dull blue, a color never seen before.

I jokingly told him that he had the same complexion as Dracula. Suddenly her eyes lit up.

Her two eyes were like swords that pierced me and then she said to me that I was ignorant. I asked why, then she told me to take a seat, I did and then we started to talk. 

Her voice was cold, very similar to an automatic responder.

She poured me some black, boiling coffee in my cup, and then explained the difference between a vampire who feeds on blood to live and that who sucks people's souls for good reason.

I said to her if someone has sucked her soul she said yes.

She noticed that I was terrified, she smiled at me, telling me that her life was better without freewill and consciousness and even no morality.

I finished drinking my coffee and then with an authoritative voice told her that everyone must be responsible for their own actions. She smiled loudly, I felt very stupid, then with anger she told me that her mind was without ego. She calmed down and with a calm voice told me that she was not induced to do good and evil, not having a mind, where good and evil dwell.

She invited me to beat her, to break her fingers, to insult her and even to kill her.

Don't you feel pain?

I am like a plant oxygen dispenser, but asks for nothing in return