A Short Story That Came To Mind After Writing The Above:

A short story that came to mind after writing the above:

"You wright historical Victorian supernatural murder mystery novels?" I asked, the woman could have been a double for Clara Bow, wearing a real fir coat as she sat at her typewriter.

"To me they weren't historical, but yes, I do." Her voice smooth and seductive, a voce that was confusingly half stereotypical British half vaguely eastern European accent that reminded me of a prowling large cat.

"So due to your vampiric abilities you are able to publish all of these in a year." I stated, the abilities to not get tired was a heck of a thing, then again getting up at six everyday and going to bed dam-near midnight for years was probably more soul crushing than having no soul.

Confused she stopped her work, turning her head "What? God no, I get one done about a year, writing is hard."

"Huuuu..?? You put out 12 full lenght novels last year, any you have for the last 10 years?" I stammered out, that cant be right, your a vampire, you didn't have to worry about making money, having to commute to your work, or cleaning your neo-gothic mansion thanks to your butler.

"Those? Those are just the backlog, not a who lot else to do when your trapped under a collapse consecrated burial ground." She stated going back to work, her finger movements slower, her face scrunching trying to decide on the next word.

"?????"

"I don't know how others are able to do it, Sometimes I wonder if they are actually human, Its like saying that humans have made it to the moon." She said half compilated.

A long moment of stunned silence passed with the occasional ticking of keys, my brain slowly began to reboot. Stupidly the first thing out of my mouth was "… We have… 50 years ago.."

Whipping her head around I could hear the sonic crash as she looked at me as a Deer would look at headlights. "YOU WHAT? I thought that was all Science fiction, Why haven't I herd about this!?" she all but screamed

"We… we left.." I stammered out, stunned by they statement

Slowly blinking, she took a shawl breath that she didn't need to, "You.. Left?.. Why?" She asked, looking about half a mind to jump at me if I didn't answer.

"We.. As in older folks with more power, decided that it wasn't worth the cost, you know the old 'Why should we spend money on useless things when there are people in need here?" I said, the stupid statement, not that the statement was stupid but it was true and that was what was stupid, mostly because that money was embezzled by nameless government alphabet soup.

"So you didn't encounter monsters from beyond the stars?" She asked

"No, Aliens don't… Scratch that, they probably do exist, Vampire & Fae exist, probably do aliens." he said with the new found perspective of 'Yah, its real alright'

"Fae don't exist, what sort of lune do you take me for?" She stated incredulity with the upmost confidence turning back to her work Looking over at the obviously Brownie butler, they look back with a smile only a devil or a used car salesman could have, "I have a job, and she's none the wiser." they said with a shrug of 'What are you going to do. "Would you like tea?"

A Idea that came to mind while reading vampire folklore & Tumbler head-cannon posts, Vampire are usually obsessive, be that at people or things. And we have the trope of them twisting things into grotesque version of there previous interests, such as using blood to paint or twisting human bodies into monstrous statues. What happens to vampire who have more mundane interests/hobbies? What happens when a thousand year old vampire obsessed with candle making do? (Well besides start using a multitude of human bodies as the bace for the candles), Would they do shit like taking ten years to mold & carve a decretive candle in the shape of hyperrealist animal only to toss it into a pile of other previous attempts at a slight flaw?

And that is assuming there hobby is creative, what if the fang barer had something like physical exercise? "Ok, I have my jog around Europe all planed out, It will take three months, ill get back just in time to start laundry, have a quick snack before Elizbeth show's up". I know that they cant cross running water & the sea has a lot of salt so they cant exactly do a "Swimming across the English channel" but between the tips of South America & Africa, but still what sort of cray shit would they get up to?

Then again on the other side, how lazy & bad can they get. The 'I can do it later' mentality but when you have a near endless immoral life you can put stuff off for decades. Imagen trying to get the money for a commission you started in the early 1800's only to find that the entire bloodline is dead, and having to track down any connection, and the only living blood descendent is some HVAC technician living out in nowhere Ohio who knows nothing of his family history other than he was adopted & now has to try and convenes this Vampire that 1)he doesn't want it. 2) cant afford it, and 3) has no room for it in his shack of a house.