I was at a vampire meet in the german town of cologne this weekend. I’ve been getting involved with this group for a few months now, but this is the first time i met them. As usual with meets you get a mixed bunch of people, many of whom don’t know each other yet or have never met. There is a bit of drama, a bit of “why is s/he behaving like that?”, also a lot of YAYs and huggles and such. Over all, at least as far as i am concerned, it was a good event, and definitely worth going to.

Most of my previous meet experience was outside of the VC, and in those meets there’d be a considerable diversity in looks and styles. In contrast, at this meet there was a very clear preponderance of black, of long hair (also black), and of ankhs in various shapes and sizes. In my flared blue jeans and yellow plaid jacket i stuck out quite wildly.

I also stuck out in a less visible manner, in that i was the only donor present. Not that i mind being a donor amongst vamps. They tend to be very courteous towards donors, and at the same time a little flirtatious, which is fun. Well, it is fun if you like being a donor, and don’t mind very toothy grins directed your way.

On saturday we had lunch in a steakhouse. I stuck out quite radically again, getting a mixed salad while everybody else had more or less raw steak. (Blue, no, i want it english, or, please take the steak into the kitchen, present it to the frying pan “Frying pan, this is the steak. Steak, this is the frying pan”, then bring the steak out (okay, that’s not from there, but you get the idea)). I’m not sure any longer how exactly we got round to it. Probably because, sitting there with arms bare and scars visible, some vamps started getting thirsty. Then some more realised, and somebody asked if anybody was having dessert, and another that we had dessert right here, while staring at me with a toothy grin.

It’s definitely not the first time i’ve had a vamp staring at me hungrily. But here there were six of them, all together, and… i’m pretty sure that i was safe, and they wouldn’t have attacked me or anything. Certainly not in public like that, and very probably not if we’d been in a private space either. Yet… the stares were intense, and focused, and hungry, and suddenly i felt very small there in the middle of all those vamps.

And yet. I like donating, i like being a donor, i really like it when vamps feed from me. And if circumstances had been different, if we’d been in a private space, i don’t think i would have defended myself too hard, nor that i would have fought back, and in a way, i would have welcomed it if they had all gently started feeding from me. In a way, i would really have liked to be their dessert.

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