The Vampire Monologues is an ongoing, original work by Wade Bradford.
In the first monologue in this series, a Minion vampire escorts three "new bloods" into the Morgenroth Mortuary, introducing theme to their new home, well hidden from the prying eyes of those bothersome (yet delicious) humans.
In this scene, Mangle the Half-Zombie, has just finished gathering the new arrivals' luggage. Then, Morgenroth the Ancient Vampyre enters. Surprisingly, she seems young and good-natured as she carefully observes the "new bloods." She doesn't wear anything overly dramatic. In fact, she simply looks like a reasonable successful business woman wearing respectful clothes befitting of someone who runs a dignified funeral home.
MORGENROTH: Thanks, Mangle, keep up the good work. William, as always, I appreciate your groveling - you've outdone yourself this evening. Slinking backwards, nice touch. Remind the others that I will be inspecting the coffins at 4am. You, the new blood. Let's have a seat, I want to take a good look at you. Grab a chair, go on, grab a chair. Let's form a semi-circle. You can get a better look at each other. Don't make eye contact with me, just yet. It's not a good idea at this time. It will just make you uncomfortable, or you might implode, one of the two. So, I suppose the first thing to do is introduce ourselves and talk about why we are here. I am Morgenroth, the owner of this mortuary. I'm also a part time florist. These orchids around you, all of the flowers on the estate, I did all of those. And I'm a full time vampire, of course. The oldest one in North America, actually. If you are wondering why I'm not gloomy and dark, or scary and over dramatic like our friend William just now, it's simply because I don't have to be. It goes without saying that I could kill each of you with the snap of a finger. I can afford to be polite. I like politeness. And if you stay on with us, you might feel that this is a school for manners rather than a breeding ground for blood suckers. And that's how it should be. I was turned thousands of years ago, in ancient Germania, around the time Rome was falling. It took me centuries to understand the value of politeness. Humility. Self-awareness of my own fraility. You see, the mythos that surrounds vampires leaves you wuth the impression that we are immortal. But that of course is not the case. We may not grow old. But we die. Wooden stakes through the heart. Exposure to sunlight. Beheaded, drawn, quartered, your limbs thrown into a bonfire. That doesn't sound like immortality to me. Immortality is only possible if one is invulnerable. And since I can't go for a stroll in the park on a sunny day, you'll understand why I laugh when the storybooks use the word immortal. And don't get me started on the word "sparkle." When a beam of direct sunlight shines upon your skin, believe me, you will not be soarkling. I have known, I have seen, many vampires die. True, some I have killed myself. But many... Many were friends. This is a lonely existence. Notice I didn't say life. You already know that part is over, yes. When you were turned, you could feel the difference? The hollowness? The echo where your soul used to be? Kindred lost souls have been the only thing that gives me a fleeting Feeling of pleasure. So does blood sucking, yes, but that's part of our addiction, part of our curse, isn't it? But I'm getting ahead of myself. During the past eighty years, Morgenroth Mortuary has been a place where I search for kindred spirits. It is also where I weed out the unwanted. But before I make a decision, I want to learn more about each of you. You have been brought here because you have recently been turned. You received a bite but you weren't drained. I want to know your story. How were you turned? How man humans have you drained since your transformation. Are we kindred lost souls? I am quite curious to learn. So, now is a good time to make eye contact with me. It will be terrifying at first, but let's begin.