Physical Vampire is also called super soldier.

Physical Vampire is also called super soldier. The T-cell they live with regenerate wounds in seconds. They are the mutants between the reptilian and human DNA mix.

I’m thinking maybe I will gain a bit more legitimacy if I try and explain my origins.

I was born and in the town of Sighisoara, in the very heart of Transylvania, Romania. Mind you, this is also the hometown of the infamous Vlad Tepes (The impaler) or as you might know him – Dracula. I won’t tell you my name, that’s no use to anyone, plus I’d rather not let anyone know who I am. Not because of safety, not mine at least, but I do think about the people around me and the loved ones left behind. You must think “this guy is kidding, right? He wants to hide yet he has a blog.” – well, yes – that’s actually correct – you can’t really know who I am – I might be who I say I am or I might be just another crazy guy, right? That’s the whole point. I try to be tech-savy enough to cover my tracks and not let anyone trace my whereabouts, and I do move quite often.

Plus, I try to lead a life as normal as possible, and as such, try and ask yourself this: Hypothetically, if you were to move to another country and make a new life, would you really like every single new person in your life to know about “how crazy you are” if they manage to stumble across this blog?

No. I’d rather not risk it, but I need to say what I have to say, and there’s no easier or better way of doing so than with a blog. This one. Technology is a wonderful thing.

I know I said this earlier, but I need to repeat it.

I was born in the hometown of the infamous Dracula. I can prove that.

A copy of my passport here.

Mind you, all personal and sensible information was blacked out except country and town of birth.

The town of birth as you can see is Sighisoara, Transylvania, Romania – the same town where Dracula, or as you may already know, Vlad “Dracul” the Impaler was born.

I grew up in this town.

I grew up seeing Dracula’s house – the house where he was born  that is – from my window. I grew up playing in the town’s cemetery, I grew up going to a high school that was near a crypt, an old church and a morgue, and looked like more of a castle rather than a high school. The stairs that you see in the picture are the stairs that I climbed every morning for four years, stairs that led to the top of the citadel, and the high school, stairs that might look good in the light of day, but in early, dark, winter mornings, with over 170 steps to climb, they stop looking so good when you’re half way up and stop seeing the end, or the beginning. Eerie feeling that you don’t get used to.

If you have the least of interest, I would advise you to read up on the town and see some photos.

So how old I am? Can drink legally.

What else can I tell you about me that’s relevant to this blog? Nothing much, that’s all you should know. I’m a person who lived, worked and went to school in a 500 yard radius around Dracula’s house. Yes, that’s Sighisoara in the present day. Its citadel, one of the oldest and most well-preserved in Europe, is still inhabited and people still live in the citadel in the same houses that stood tall hundreds of years ago.

Around the citadel there’s the modern town, but it might as well not be. The citadel and its walls include everything a town needs: school, medical facilities, bakery, church, hotels, museums, dungeons, clubs, etc.

I grew up playing in that citadel – and its cemeteries – and I’m making this blog because I feel it’s the only way of safely telling – or trying to – the whole world, or to whom might be interested, that certain things that you would think were myths, are actually true, in plain sight, and are not as romantic as movies or certain books depict them to be.

I created this blog because I need to share all the things I’ve felt and seen with someone who I can’t see myself, with someone who won’t judge me or look funny at me when telling them – I tried sharing this with other people – friends – and it always ended up in me being pushed out of their “social comfort zone” because I was labeled a liar or a crazy. So, I kept it to myself, I wrote a diary instead – now I’m writing this blog and also, I’ve started working on a book which may or may not see the light of day…

There’s even more about who I am as a person right here in the prologue of the story.

This blog writter is a vampire that is among some of you in europe.

https://onvampires.wordpress.com/who-am-i/