Sure, I can. Though I think it's quite a long story. Sorry, by the way; I think you'll be getting a full barrage of messages.
Everything goes back to before I first arrived here. After being dead for thirty years, I was suddenly alive again. So much had changed, and I was trying to figure out how I'd returned. The way that I'd died, I'd never expected to come back. It was a confusing couple days before I arrived here, out of the blue.
I don't know that there's anyone who arrives here expecting to see other people from their world. But I certainly hadn't expected it, and as a vampire, I need to feed. Unfortunately, I have very specific dietary restrictions. Namely that what the government provides, such as blood bags or synthetics and so on, doesn't sustain me.
On the first day I arrived, I drank from a native and sired him. Not because I meant to sire him, but because that's what my bite seems to do. That, and because I needed to feed. I was already in a weakened state. Naturally, I hadn't quite thought about the consequences. And so for the first month, as I was struggling to stave off the hunger, I found out about Dorian Gray being here. If you recall the boyfriend I'd been searching for on your first broadcast? Yeah, him. I believe you met us both at the zoo maybe a week afterward.
It's easy to think, "Well, why didn't you just feed on him?" After all, Dorian never changes, never dies. All his sins and injuries are transferred to a portrait. Sounds like a godsend if anyone's ever heard of any. But there were a lot of personal things at play. Feelings, mainly. Though trust is another. Put simply, I avoided him and tried to handle my new life here on my own. By the time we got back together, I'd already sired three more natives. But afterward, I fed only on Dorian.
Back in July, someone had been spreading terrible rumours and anti-imPort propaganda during the swear-in. It was said that Kanaya Maryam, another vampire, had been raising an army of the undead. When in fact, she had been taking the native vampires I'd sired into her care. I don't know exactly what happened, but Sabriel confronted me after the swear-in. She used her power, some kind of magic, to bind me. It prevents me from attacking or feeding on natives, and makes it so I can't feed from imPorts without clear and informed consent. Since the July, I've fed only from two imPorts. Dorian and one other.
A lot has happened since then. I was affected by fear gas at the August swear-in. Then I sought psychiatric help in September, when my boyfriend got caught in a hostage situation. At that time, a picture of my boyfriend making out with someone else spread on the internet, so I thought he was cheating on me. I left home after that, only to discover I was wrong about him cheating. So I tried to get in touch with him via your show, but he was working. No one talked to him about my calling in. Still, thanks for helping anyway. I finally was able to get in touch with him and decided to go back. Though I texted the person I was staying with, and that made him pretty angry. He killed me on the night of the full moon in October. When he confessed to it in November, he then outed me as a vampire. It took some time, but then we made up. However, people had a whole lot to say about my vampirism, about what I'd done to those natives. Guess they got it to my head that there's no other way to atone for what I've done to the natives. Doesn't matter that I've always been this way or that I have to feed a certain way. I ruined those natives' lives, I changed them into the very thing I never asked to be. There was a time I didn't have to be this way—I escaped through death. But now I'm alive again, and in a new place at that. I've had, what, MONTHS to adjust to things here. I haven't been good enough at that, I guess. How many others said I've been wallowing in self-pity instead of trying to make things up to those natives? I started thinking that maybe they're right. Anyway, I guess that's my side of the story. Any other questions?
sorry so slow, hiatusing was the best decision to make RP wise
Sure, I can. Though I think it's quite a long story.
Sorry, by the way; I think you'll be getting a full barrage of messages.
Everything goes back to before I first arrived here.
After being dead for thirty years, I was suddenly alive again.
So much had changed, and I was trying to figure out how I'd returned.
The way that I'd died, I'd never expected to come back.
It was a confusing couple days before I arrived here, out of the blue.
I don't know that there's anyone who arrives here expecting to see other people from their world.
But I certainly hadn't expected it, and as a vampire, I need to feed.
Unfortunately, I have very specific dietary restrictions.
Namely that what the government provides, such as blood bags or synthetics and so on, doesn't sustain me.
On the first day I arrived, I drank from a native and sired him.
Not because I meant to sire him, but because that's what my bite seems to do.
That, and because I needed to feed. I was already in a weakened state.
Naturally, I hadn't quite thought about the consequences.
And so for the first month, as I was struggling to stave off the hunger, I found out about Dorian Gray being here.
If you recall the boyfriend I'd been searching for on your first broadcast?
Yeah, him. I believe you met us both at the zoo maybe a week afterward.
It's easy to think, "Well, why didn't you just feed on him?"
After all, Dorian never changes, never dies.
All his sins and injuries are transferred to a portrait.
Sounds like a godsend if anyone's ever heard of any.
But there were a lot of personal things at play.
Feelings, mainly. Though trust is another.
Put simply, I avoided him and tried to handle my new life here on my own.
By the time we got back together, I'd already sired three more natives.
But afterward, I fed only on Dorian.
Back in July, someone had been spreading terrible rumours and anti-imPort propaganda during the swear-in.
It was said that Kanaya Maryam, another vampire, had been raising an army of the undead.
When in fact, she had been taking the native vampires I'd sired into her care.
I don't know exactly what happened, but Sabriel confronted me after the swear-in.
She used her power, some kind of magic, to bind me.
It prevents me from attacking or feeding on natives, and makes it so I can't feed from imPorts without clear and informed consent.
Since the July, I've fed only from two imPorts. Dorian and one other.
A lot has happened since then.
I was affected by fear gas at the August swear-in.
Then I sought psychiatric help in September, when my boyfriend got caught in a hostage situation.
At that time, a picture of my boyfriend making out with someone else spread on the internet, so I thought he was cheating on me.
I left home after that, only to discover I was wrong about him cheating.
So I tried to get in touch with him via your show, but he was working.
No one talked to him about my calling in. Still, thanks for helping anyway.
I finally was able to get in touch with him and decided to go back.
Though I texted the person I was staying with, and that made him pretty angry.
He killed me on the night of the full moon in October.
When he confessed to it in November, he then outed me as a vampire.
It took some time, but then we made up.
However, people had a whole lot to say about my vampirism, about what I'd done to those natives.
Guess they got it to my head that there's no other way to atone for what I've done to the natives.
Doesn't matter that I've always been this way or that I have to feed a certain way.
I ruined those natives' lives, I changed them into the very thing I never asked to be.
There was a time I didn't have to be this way—I escaped through death.
But now I'm alive again, and in a new place at that.
I've had, what, MONTHS to adjust to things here. I haven't been good enough at that, I guess.
How many others said I've been wallowing in self-pity instead of trying to make things up to those natives?
I started thinking that maybe they're right.
Anyway, I guess that's my side of the story.
Any other questions?