Interview with a Vampire

Here’s the perfect song for your reading…

Dear brave readers,

I was looking for a subject in my brain’s depths, and all I could hear inside my jellied mind was the echo of an abyss. When some weeks ago, as I was shopping at Atelier AM for my Mimikri post, I received a weird IM : “May I ?… I need blood, may I bite you?” What the hell was that?! A voice from hell precisely: a vampire called Eloindir.

My first reaction was to laugh, a bit too nervously maybe: I have never been into role playing games or other obscure existences in SL, except if you consider with a sure sharpness that the SL fashion world and the relationships between SL models themselves or agencies are nightmarish role playing games. But this Eloindir was so polite, asking for my precious fluid of life when he could just have gone for my throat like a wild creature, drained my veins, and made a wonderful necklace with some drops of my frozen blood… Yes he was such a gentleman that I decided to accept.

Well… I must say I did not feel anything special, while I had imagined something sultry like a scene from the Coppola’s Dracula. My kiss of Death was… short… very short. But as I would say to my rl lovers : “Length (double meaning) doesn’t matter”. The experience was new enough to be satisfying. Except I needed something in return. Come on! Now he had my non-expired blood running through his virtual dead body! I’m a shopaholic : you give money you get a dress, you give your blood, what can you get?… And here rang the bell! Halloween was at the end of the month (okay, now it’s over, but this is my usual french delay), I was looking for a post to succeed the one I was going to write about Mimikri: The next one would be something about vampires’ fashion.

Animal instinct

 

I know this post will make my partner in crime – Vyktor – raise her eyebrows in bewilderment, but, hey, I’m posh and I don’t care. 

The idea came to my mind when Vyktor herself noticed my pink outfit a couple of days ago: she immediately screamed something like “You b***h, you look like any common plain and banal girl who picked up the wrong outfit waking up this morning”. Well, she used much much worse words, because she’s been apologizing for 48 hours so far (she thinks I get easily angry and I’ll let her believe that for a while).

 

Other people I met that day didn’t dare, like Vyktor, but they said things like “Oooh… poofy”, which now I understand it probably means “You b***h” etc.

 

So… this post is in defence of those who love oddity, animals… feathers and aren’t afraid of wearing them, risking to look like odd, fat birds. I do and I’m posh proud to.