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Vampires
Vampires are human-like night creatures who often rise out of coffins to bite people on the necks in order to "suck their blood."
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I have not reviled it to any one but two people,Grayson and Elise I was born as one so I'm more powerful than any other one but we're not as bad as you think!we are very smart and talented I'm only 9 years old!I try to tell people but they don't listen if you think I'm lieing,well that's your loss!some people think we have to be goth but I'm not!I try to blend in but also my friend Grayson is a . weird man so am I
What are the Translyvanian facts about vampires and werewolves?
Transylvanian vampires are like Dracula and other "creatures of the night". They are pale, have fangs, only come out at night, and suck blood. Unlike the Twilight series and other stories in Transylvania the werewolves are bad they kill people and turn into wolves during the full moon, they then kill people and when they become human they don't remember being wolves at all. It is possible to be one and not even know it. These are just myths, and "real" werewolves remember, have recall about being such. They can change at will but new ones must change when they hear a howl or see a full moon.
Transylvania is located in Romania, the locals were called Dacians which means wolves. They revered wolves as noble warriors and were said to be able to change they soldiers into wolves. There is a myth about the great White Wolf who was man and walked with a priest the priest then gave him the will of God who turned him into a White Wolf so that he would help in battle by summoning the wolves to fight their enemies with them.
So no werewolves were not considered bad and evil in Romania, they were considered blessed by the Gods.
Dracula comes from Transylvania legend from Vlad the Impaler. Vlad lll and his brother Radu lll (the beautiful) were sent to the Ottoman court to serve as Vlad ll (dracul) loyalty to the Ottoman Empire (1442).
During that time Vlad lll was often beaten and whipped because he was stubborn and often verbally abused his captors, his brother Radu was much easier to control. It is said that being prisoner changed Vlad's demeanor and made him into the killer he became so notoriously known as.
Vlad ll Dracul and Vlad lll Dracula (Dracula literally means son of the Dragon) were initiated into the Order of the dragon.
It was Christian based.
Vlad lll was merely given that name because of the obscure way he killed his enemies by impaling them (which was his favourite way as history tells it.) Estimates for number of his victims range from 40,000 to 100,000. Needless to say Romania thought of his as a great warrior.
No, your basic vampire is actually quite a simple creature, has the ability to steal life-force by some means to sustain its existence. And that's about it. All the vampires that have extra-ordinary abilities come by them by some other means then by being a vampire. Real vampires do not even have fangs, they have to either file them themselves or acquire prosthetics.
What kind of vampire movies mentioned with garlic?
Count Dracula - is in fact the source of the garlic thing related to vampires. I am inclined to think that it might be something unique to the Count and not all vampires in general.
It all depends on which type of vampire you're researching -
The most common ways to kill a 'normal' vampire - a blood drinker ect. one commonly seen in movies- is to either stake the creature in the heart with a sharp object, expose it in direct sunlight, force it to consume holy water or behead it and burn the body.
Garlic is said to only scare off vampires or keep them at bay, as well as crosses but is is said garlic and possibly killa vampire if forced into the mouth and then beheaded. If a person with strong faith bares the cross, vampires are said to be unable to harm the person. And contact with a cross to the flesh is rumored to burn the vampire's flesh
What are the mutant creatures known as in the movie I Am Legend?
The mutant creatures/humans are known as Darkseekers.
Yes, almost every culture has some 'creature' that simulates the properties of being a vampire. There are many different types with various properties and habits.
Where did the vampire come from?
It has always been a mystery where exactly vampires originated from, however they have appeared all around the world over many centuries. Writings and pictures on tablets have been found indicating the sightings of vampires way before even Christ.
References to vampires can be found among the ancient civilizations of the Mediterranean such as Egypt, Greece and Rome.
Truly, vampires do not exist, but some people can suffer
from diseases that make you crave blood or be very sensitive to sunlight. People saw that and exaggerated the truth into stories of vampires.
Will there be a season 3 of rosario vampire and is it true the company is having problems?
As of now, there is no confirmation of a season 3 for "Rosario + Vampire." The studio that produced the anime, Gonzo, has faced financial issues in the past, but the current status of the company is unclear.
How do vampire lure people in?
they seduce them, or i guess hypnotize them. If you think a vampire is stalking you there are some very important steps that must be taken, 1. Make sure that you carry some item of silver on your person ( eBay.com has some great deals). For some reason vampires have a fear of silver... 2. Now according to some legends carrying a cross will frigthen away vampires as well, but in today's age when our scoiety is growing ever more multicultural you might consider looking into some other religious items as well. 3. Garlic. If the situation becomes serious and you no longer care about making friends or hanging out with people in public garlic is an excellent choice of vampire deterent. Now to answer your question, When ever you receive a phone call annoucing that you have won a trip to an exoctic place there is a chance it is a vampire. In fact recent studies have shown that the majority of telemarketers are vampires at night.
Why are vampires and werewolves at war?
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Well actually they are in fact at war, even in your own town or city they are at war you just don't see it. Most vampires have they're own "Gang" or Clan in you will and as do Werewolves. But of course they're not going to show it in public or anything that they are one or the other. The war is dieing out but its still going on. In fact earlier tonight i saw a few fight over it. Of course the werewolves (Myself) are very territorial and ask the vampires to leave but they decide to stay and fight. I was with my Close friend at the time and stayed out of it but they argued it out and the vampires ended up leaving. My whole clan knows that the area is Werewolf territory and as do the vampires but as most of them are they are stubborn and want to test our patience. But either way back to the main Question, to answer it it is because they want the territory.
answer 2
yes that is the current reason but he reason it started is this
This is the story of why vampires and werewolves disagree so much.
The high lords all have an assistant I was very good friends with Clayeon, the vampire sprite guide. when I became a high lord Clayeon ask me to be my assistant I said no because he had not proved himself Clayeon asked me why our friendship didn't help I told Clayeon that to make him assistant because we were friends would be a disgraced to tour friendship Clayeon swore vengeance for this and he did not lie about that he attacked me and many of the lower lords were on his side as well I slaughtered all of the low lords accept Clayeon due to our old friendship saying to him "I let you live in honor of our old friendship do not make me regret this" then I walked away later on we were friends again and Clayeon had proved himself as a lord but at this point I had a son and he was my assistant Clayeon and I are friends again The main reason that werewolves and vampires still have hate is because they were fighting at the same time that Clayeon and I were and some will still not let the old war rest but I am not going to say that we all hate each other werewolves and vampires will mate each other so that proves that there is some fogginess.
That is the short version the fighting between the lords lasted a few years and Clayeon and I were not friends imidetly after a few hundered years We were friends again werewolves and vamps are still rebuilding the friendship and we entourage this.
that was written by Rahashalue I just copy pasted it here
Are mythical creatures like vampires and witches real?
Mythical creatures are not real, hence the term "mythical" as in myth. A myth is not exactly a lie, but in actuality is an old tale passed down by the people of a culture.
Is there anyone out there who claims to be immortal by being a vampire or some other way?
yes i am a vampire... i no u probablly wont beileve me but i am...
No, bullets go through vampires in much the same way they go through regular human beings dead or alive. Its just that a vampires 'lives' by a significantly different means than living people so hitting a vital organ isn't necessarily fatal in the same way as it is for humans. A vampire can recover, heal from a gun shot wound provided he gets enough life-energy and nourishment to effect the repairs.
Why can't vampires have children?
In most stories, immortal beings cannot reproduce. Reproduction is only necessary to maintain a species' existence. Since immortal beings will always exist, there is no need for them to reproduce.
Do have some pictures of vampires?
Due to their speed and stealth, vampires are very hard to catch on film. So, no.
Psychic vampires are fictional creatures, so no, you are not.
Plot of The vampire by Jan Neruda?
Title: Vampire
Author: Jan Neruda
Plot:
The excursion steamer brought us from Constantinople to the shore of the island of Prinkipo and we
disembarked. The number of passengers was not large. There was one Polish family, a father, a mother, a daughter and her bridegroom, and then we two. Oh, yes, I must not forget that when we were already on the wooden bridge which crosses the Golden Horn to Constantinople, a Greek, a rather youthful man, joined us.
He was probably an artist, judging by the portfolio he carried under his arm. Long black locks floated to his shoulders, his face was pale, and his black eyes were deeply set in their sockets. From the first moment he interested me, especially for his obliqueness and for his knowledge of local conditions. But he talked too much, and I then turned away from him.
All the more agreeable was the Polish family. The father and mother were good-natured, fine people, the lover a handsome young fellow, of direct and refined manners. They had come to Prinkipo to spend the summer months for the sake of the daughter, who was slightly ailing. The beautiful pale girl was either just recovering from a severe illness or else a serious disease was just fastening its hold upon her. She leaned upon her lover when she walked and very often sat down to rest, while a frequent dry little cough interrupted her whispers.
Whenever she coughed, her escort would considerately pause in their walk. He always cast upon her a glance of sympathetic suffering and she would look back at him as if she would say: "It is nothing. I am happy!"
They believed in health and happiness. On the recommendation of the Greek, who departed from us immediately at the pier, the family secured quarters in the hotel on the hill. The hotel-keeper was a Frenchman and his entire building was equipped comfortably and artistically, according to the French style.
We breakfasted together and when the noon heat had abated somewhat we all betook ourselves to the heights, where in the grove of Siberian stone-pines we could refresh ourselves with the view. Hardly had we found a suitable spot and settled ourselves when the Greek appeared again. He greeted us lightly, looked about and seated himself only a few steps from us. He opened his portfolio and began to sketch.
"I think he purposely sits with his back to the rocks so that we can't look at his sketch," I said. "We don't have to," said the young Pole. "We have enough before us to look at." After a while he added, "It seems to me he's sketching us in as a sort of background. Well--let him!"
We truly did have enough to gaze at. There is not a more beautiful or more happy corner in the world than that very Prinkipo! The political martyr, Irene, contemporary of Charles the Great, lived there for a month as an exile. If I could live a month of my life there I would be happy for the memory of it for the rest of my days! I shall never forget even that one day spent at Prinkipo.
The air was as clear as a diamond, so soft, so caressing, that one's whole soul swung out upon it into the distance. At the right beyond the sea projected the brown Asiatic summits; to the left in the distance purpled the steep coasts of Europe. The neighboring Chalki, one of the nine islands of the "Prince's Archipelago," rose with its cypress forests into the peaceful heights like a sorrowful dream, crowned by a great structure---an asylum for those whose minds are sick.
The Sea of Marmora was but slightly ruffled and played in all colors like a sparkling opal. In the distance the sea was as white as milk, then rosy, between the two islands a glowing orange and below us it was beautifully greenish blue, like a transparent sapphire. It was resplendent in its own beauty. Nowhere were there any large ships-- only two small craft flying the English flag sped along the shore. One was a steamboat as big as a watchman's booth, the second had about twelve oarsmen, and when their oars rose simultaneously molten silver dripped from them. Trustful dolphins darted in and out among them and dove with long, arching flights above the surface of the water. Through the blue heavens now and then calm eagles winged their way, measuring the space between two continents.
The entire slope below us was covered with blossoming roses whose fragrance filled the air. From the coffee-house near the sea music was carried up to us through the clear air, hushed somewhat by the distance.
The effect was enchanting. We all sat silent and steeped our souls completely in the picture of paradise. The young Polish girl lay on the grass with her head supported on the bosom of her lover. The pale oval of her delicate face was slightly tinged with soft color, and from her blue eyes tears suddenly gushed forth. The lover understood, bent down and kissed tear after tear. Her mother also was moved to tears, and I--even I--felt a strange twinge."Here mind and body both must get well," whispered the girl.
"How happy a land this is!" "God knows I haven't any enemies, but if I had I would forgive them here!" said the father in a trembling voice. And again we became silent. We were all in such a wonderful mood--so unspeakably sweet it all was! Each felt for himself a whole world of happiness and each one would have shared his happiness with the whole world. All felt the same--and so no one disturbed another. We had scarcely even noticed the Greek, after an hour or so, had arisen, folded his portfolio and with a slight nod had taken his departure. We remained.
Finally after several hours, when the distance was becoming overspread with a darker violet, so magically beautiful in the south, the mother reminded us it was time to depart. We arose and walked down towards the hotel with the easy, elastic steps that characterize carefree children. We sat down in the hotel under the handsome veranda.
Hardly had we been seated when we heard below the sounds of quarrelling and oaths. Our Greek was wrangling the hotel-keeper, and for the entertainment of it we listened. The amusement did not last long. "If I didn't have other guests," growled the hotel-keeper, and ascended the steps towards us.
"I beg you to tell me, sir," asked the young Pole of the approaching hotel-keeper, "who is that gentleman?
What's his name?" "Eh--who knows what the fellow's name is?" grumbled the hotel-keeper, and he gazed venomously downwards. "We call him the Vampire."
"An artist?" "Fine trade! He sketches only corpses. Just as soon as someone in Constantinople or here in the neighbourhood
dies, that very day he has a picture of the dead one completed. That fellow paints them beforehand--and he never makes a mistake--just like a vulture!. "The old Polish woman shrieked. In her arms lay her daughter pale as chalk. She had fainted.
In one bound the lover had leaped down the steps. With one hand he seized the Greek and with the other reached for the portfolio. We ran down after him. Both men were rolling in the sand. The contents of the portfolio were scattered all about. On one sheet, sketched with a crayon, was the head of the young Polish girl, her eyes closed and a wreath of myrtle on her brow.
