Vampires

Vampires are legendary creatures that have never been proven to exist. However, many believe in vampires and a large body of data about vampires has been compiled. According to those sources, some of the things to ward of vampires are:

Garlic

Sunlight

Hawthorn

Mountain ash

Scattering seeds to distract them

Fire

Holy water

Holy cross

Cutting off its head

Wild roses

Rosary beads

In the original stories a stake was used to keep them stuck to the ground. To kill them, sever the head, and then burn the head and body separately. Scattering the ashes over moving water is said to be always good too. Or you file a wooden stake to a very sharp point and hen stab them in the heart with it, hammering it in with a hammer.

A point about the religious artifacts. This was a trait unique to Count Dracula and is not common for all vampires. Count Dracula was much conflicted about religion when he died and retained all that conflict when he became a vampire, and being a vampire was unable to change. So if you meet up with a vampire don't count on the religious artifact to help you at all.

A point about the scattered rice (seeds) this again was a particular vampire who was a neatness freak before she died and so picking up spilled rice was perfectly in character for her. Don't count on every vampire you plan on meeting having the same compulsion. Take more strenuous precautions.

Honestly holy water holy cross and garlic do nothing first we ocashionally drink holy water in front of newbies to prove that is fake we can roll in garlic and a cross nada not gunna kill us. things that will kill us stake through the heart vervain and fire. though some who don't think they can over power a human lace which blood and then you will die from the things that kill whiches and vampires in order to to die if you have done that you only need those two things...

Vampire
Jan Neruda


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
obligingness 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 quarreling
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 neighborhood 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 affrightedly. 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.

A true vampire is somebody who is already dead and is animated by the ability to steal life-force from living things. Living creatures have a criteria that determines how long they can live. This is done by a replication limit on chromosomes. A vampire does not have this limiting criteria any more and there is no additional one to restrict their age. Therefore their potential age is undetermined.

The plural of vampire is vampires.

Vampires don't necessarily appear to be too choosy, and will have a go at just about anything. In the book, Dracula, the Count even brings back a baby for his three brides to prey on. And in Interview With The Vampire, the melancholy vampire Louis drinks the blood of rats at some stage because he does not want to feed on humans. In The Tale Of The Body Thief, you find Lestat stalking serial killers and murderers, because he feels their blood is the best, but you could say he was a connoisseur amongst vampire.

it is said that a vampire has everlasting strength therefore it is unbeatable and can lift anything

Yes vamps r dead and rock stars are DEADicatet to their music. Lol

Another one for which we can thank Mr. Stoker. In his story, the Count takes the form of a bat on more than one occasion, lending to the idea that ALL Vampires can shapeshift into the night flying creatures. He also changed shape into giant wolf.

It could mean that you feel that you have a parasitic relationship in your life. A person, group of people or a situation that makes demands of you with no real reward.

It depends on which mythos one is working on. In many more modern interpretations they tend to be suave, sensual, and appealing. However in more classical mythos they tend to be repulsing. And that does not include the various people who are just drawn into the idea of a Vampire.

Spanish --- væmpaɪr væmpaɪə(r) vampiro m

French --- vampire

Italian --- vampiro

Portuguese --- vampiro

German --- 'væmpaɪə(r)/ Substantiv Vampir,

Russian --- /ˈvæmpaɪə(r)/ n. вампи́р.

Polish --- wampir m

Romanian --- vampir

Czech --- upír m

Turkish --- vampir

A Dhampir is the child of a vampire and a human, essentially a hybrid of both. More specifically, a dhampir is the child of a father who is a vampire, and a mother who is human.

In "The Vampire's Assistant" by Darren Shan, the story culminates in a dramatic showdown between the vampire leaders and the vampaneze, a rebellious faction. After a series of intense battles and personal sacrifices, the main character, Darren, faces the reality of his choices and the consequences of being a half-vampire. The ending leaves Darren at a crossroads, contemplating his future and the moral complexities of his existence. It sets the stage for further adventures in the series, highlighting themes of friendship, loyalty, and the struggle between good and evil.

Vampires aren't that organized. Most vampires are solitary. The rest belong to small cells or covens (if you prefer archaic terminology). The leader(s) of a cell would be the most respected individuals. There is no rigid structure, primarily they are meritocracies.

No.

Werewolves are fictional (not real) creatures invented by writers of novels.

The 1922 Nosferatu is a German Horror film about Vampires where the title character Nosferatu is a Vampire by the name of Count Orlov. Nosferatu is also a Vampire Clan in Vampire: The Masquerade by World of Darkness. Nosferatu is also a synonym of Vampire as publicized by Emily Gerard (compiler of Transylvanian Folklore) and Bram Stoker (Author of Dracula).

No, they are a completely unrelated phenomena.

Hi Katy THE ETHICS OF USING MEDICAL DATA FROM MAZI EXPERIMENTS. Please note that all Jewish people captured by Nazi's were used as experiments (including the Gypsies) and these poor people were tortured, maimed, given no anesthetic (saved for the German soldiers) and most died due to these experiments. These doctors should never have been honored with the title of "doctor" (healer) because they inflicted horrible pain on their prisoners and had no remorse for their actions. Most of the prisoners died from: bleeding to death, dehydration, heart gave out from the pain. Nazi doctors were brought to justice before the International Military Tribunal at Nuremberg. 20 doctors were charged with War Crimes and Crimes Against Humanity. The Nuremberg trial of the doctors revealed evidence of sadistic human experiments conducted at the Dachau, Auschwitz, Buchenwald and Sachsenhausen concentration camps. The Nazi doctors were guilty of premeditated murder masqueraded as research. Professional modern medicine has had little difficulty condemning the Nazi doctors as evil men, but they question if they can use some of their research in a more humane way. Many scholars are now discovering reputable medical literature multiple references to Nazi experiments, or republished works of former SS doctors. In recent years several scientists who have sought to use the Nazi research have attracted and stirred widespread soul-searching about the social responsibility and potential abuses. These incidents prompt a number of questions for the scientific community. Is it ever appropriate to use data as morally repugnant as what these doctors did during WW2? JOSEPH MENGELE Experiments on twins were performed by the infamous doctor Joseph Mengele at Auschwitz. Among Mengele's favorite experimental subjects were Jewish dwarves and identical twins. Mengele's obsession with the Nazi ideology of racial purity and Aryanism led him to believe that he could unlock the secrets of human reproduction and multiple births. This goal was to help use the Aryan "master" race multiply in even greater numbers and eventually to repopulate the world with Germans. Of the 1,000 pairs of twins used, about 200 pairs survived. Nice guy! Some things in this world are better left alone and Mingele's scientific research in one of them.

Vampire bats do indeed drink blood. While in flight, they locate their prey - usually pigs, cows, horses (and, on very rare occassion, humans) - using echolocation, and using their extremely sharp teeth create a scrape on the skin of the target. A special chemical compound in their saliva, called an anticoagulant, keep the blood from clotting so the bat can drink until it is full. Satisfied, it then returns to its home. By far the most famous bat in the world is the vampire bat. This species has a close association with vampires and mythological stories. The real Vampire Bats are found in Mexico and do feed on the blood of warm blooded animals, such as cattle, horses, or birds. The vampire bat does not actually like the taste of human blood and much prefer other warm blooded animals instead. The vampire bat is one of the only species of bat that feeds on blood. They do not, however, suck this blood. Instead, the bat makes a small cut in the skin of a sleeping animal with their sharp teeth. The bat's saliva has an aesthetic in it that reduces the likelihood of the animal feeling the insertion. They then lap the blood up as it flows from the fresh wound. There is a special anticoagulant contained in the bats saliva that prevents their victim's blood from clotting until the bat has finished its meal. The bat only needs about two teaspoons of blood a day, so the blood loss is minimal and rarely causes any harm to their victim.

Latin is often used with Vampires for two reasons. It is an ancient language and Vampires are often portrayed as ancient and often Latin sounds very ominous and Vampires are supposed to be menacing characters.

Vampire bats are notorious for having Rabies.

because there is no connection between vampires and vampire bates just the name the name was given to the bat because they drink some blood but the bats don't feed off the energy the bat just drink the blood for food

Uh... We do have very predatory genetics, but with practice and patience, we can seem human enough. It does become a little hard not to give in to cravings, but it helps us fit in.

No, all obsessions should be treated by a trained professional. See your school counselor for direction.