Vampire: Echelon-Thoughtless

A Story by Abishai100

Earthling/American posturing of bloody-vampire suspicion outcomes conjecture for a custom-tale of incomplete shorthand.

Vampire story for your Summer Saturday afternoon. Thanks for reading (happy weekend, all),

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Echelon, NJ) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/comment).

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"Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian, moved from the East to the West to settle-into a suburbia-prototype (Echelon) where he'd use cyber-resource for finding life-dream excellence in a mail-order-bride registration and honestly thought he did when he met a young lady online named Esmerelda who wanted escapism-journal language during the Russian invasion of Ukraine; and this made Mr. Satan's American Homeland dream-construction 'view' something of a world-hospitality jar for leviathan/uncertainty. However, this story isn't about immigration or land(s) but about blood-immortals, vampires, creatures of the night-vision for whom blood ingestion is not just simplified cannibalism but some kind of theosophy-line of Heaven/Hell. Follow along, friends (Selfie-like)."

ESMERELDA: Pleases me totally to be your new darling for dream.

SATAN: Well, I find it funny you found my surname funny.

ESMERELDA: 'Satan' is the avatar-name of the adversarial Devil, love.

SATAN: There's a Slovak ice-hockey player of the West with same-surname, Ezzy.

ESMERELDA: I like your nickname for me, love ('Ezzy').

SATAN: Why'd you bring all this vampire art and your Dracula book/edition?

ESMERELDA: The American Dream is about escape and jewelry (high-religion), no?

SATAN: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty!).

CO-WORKER: You insisted on this order, so here it is...my Catholic contact(s).

SATAN: Thanx, office-buddy (for the prayer).

CO-WORKER: Holy Water, friend?
SATAN: They say this sacred element is a way to ward-off any darkness!

CO-WORKER: You sent me that 'memo' that darling-Ezzy is a blood-immortal.

SATAN: Something about her seemed thoughtful...now cannibalism-pensive, friend.

CO-WORKER: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty)/

"Friends, Amlan Satan's story is not a faerie-tale but one of unordinary/incomplete arts of the composition of vampire 'consciousness' as an ancient/modern society account of a thing of mystery, evil, wonder, design, self-choice, other-worldliness, monstrosity, veiled seduction, and element (blood) ingestion for higher order primal instincts (wow). You see, for Satan (Amlan), the 'examination' of darling-Ezzy as a potential blood-immortal of fitness and adaptation for Echelon-suburbia home-life/town jitters of Heaven/Hell yielded his own Selfie age of incomplete-distances readings to the dark magic of things...personal (Facebook-like maybe)."

"One bright Saturday AM in the season of Summer, as Mr. Satan (Amlan) prepped a road-journey to cross-state school college-football journal-write/fanfare friends camp in the American Homeland, he decided something out of turn would be required to peer into the life/brain of darling-Ezzy, his mail-order-bride whom he thought he sincerely liked/loved! Amlan opened her copy of the Bram Stoker work about engagements with blood-immortals 'space' yielding mortal-thoughts of design/volition jellyfish and found scribbles-notes revealing her 'agenda' to move to the 'New World' (USA) to become a vampire-queen (Selfie-like!)."