So you really want to know, huh? I will not hold you back.
This is the story of my life. Actually just a little bit about me and my daily routine.
But that shouldn't be underestimated. The life of a vampire is not always easy. But it's best to start right at the beginning so that there are no misunderstandings. (Parents are responsible for their children ^^)

To me. I was born in Transylvania in 1756, oh yes what an irony, in the zodiac sign Pisces.
And don't think wrong of me now just because the zodiac sign indicates sensitivity. Where did I stop?
Oh yes. so this year is my 253rd birthday. My name means something like, vampire of the moon,
who belongs to the Dragon Order, again ironic, Lamia Luna Dracul. My parents were rich people and not very caring.
And before they knew it, I was gone. Just go away. Swallowed by the ground. Kidnapped by a vampire and ultimately such a being of the night himself. That was fine with me myself. I wanted to get out of this bastard anyway. The hole of despair, of constant pain and decency. I was fed up with loneliness and the image of a spoiled daughter who was more polite than politeness itself.
What I didn't know was that vampires are loners. I was alone again, but my whole outlook on life changed. I loved the cold, gloomy night, the shimmering moonlight, the musty smell of the cemetery, just everything that I had never noticed before. Loneliness became normal. I was happy the way it was. In any case, as anyone with a human body would, I moved to an apartment in a nearby town. It all looked very different in the past. The day I died was also the day my life began.
It wasn't easy to get an apartment, but it was with the charm of a pretty young girl.I was 18, and with the dangerous expression of a bloodsucker, sometimes with canine teeth, I got an apartment in the middle of town. Yes, life was great! A lovely little two bedroom apartment, and a life of the night, were made for me. Since I lived in the center, I always had a few snacks ready right on the doorstep. My home wasn't big. The bedroom consisted of a large one. A black coffin about two meters long, lined with red velvet, and a desk the color of blood, with a black armchair in front of it. About 210 years later I converted the bathroom, which I didn't need because vampires had no body fluids except their blood, into a huge freezer to store the blood reserves. You could get these directly in the hospitals. Think of it like a black market. The suppliers themselves were vampires who only delivered at night. The most varied types of blood were traded there. The sweeter ones, my favorites, the bitter ones, the more watery, the hotter, and of course depending on the blood type, the more valuable. These were either paid for with money or, because most of them couldn't work, they were exchanged. Some even traded fresh meat, that is to say, they called out their newly caught girls. If you didn't want to rush into this fray, you could hunt your food yourself. But be careful, because if you get caught you will either be killed by humans, which is mostly not the case, or by ours, you would call them vampire cops. After that, all witnesses must be killed and all evidence of the existence of our species must be destroyed. So much for our friend and helper, the killers and destroyers of evidence. Well, the first 150 years went exactly the same as I told you here, but it shouldn't always stay that way. It was summer, full moon and comfortably warm outside when I took a walk to my favorite restaurant, an old vampire joke, the big park on the outskirts of the city.Then I saw a young, good-looking man, no older than 20, sitting alone on the bench and looking at the moon. I crept up to him quietly to get my dinner. Just as I was about to attack, he turned and cut my neck. He couldn't have guessed who I was, what I was up to, and that this tiny cut didn't bother me at all. I pushed him to the side to get to his throat and drank with relish until I noticed that his head was on my shoulder and exactly on the side where he had cut me. I immediately sent a prayer to Heaven so that he would not get any blood from me into his mouth. But everything else was to be hoped for. He cried out, twisted in pain, and I could only watch how he transformed into the same being as it was me. Actually, you think I don't care, but whoever creates a monster has to take it under his wing and take responsibility for it, as they still have to be enlightened (about vampirism>. <) And instructed at a young age. After about a year, if they are self-employed, they will be able to lead their own lives. It was the same with me, only I don't like to talk about this time when you learn how to best lure people to you or kill them. This time is the worst part of his whole new life. So I introduced myself, explained the embarrassing situation to him, and, willy-nilly, took him home. His name was Kaspar Evan. 20 years old, good stature, dark brown hair, blue-green eyes, in which you lose yourself if you admire them for too long, and a face that looked so noble that no one would think they wanted to harm him. There was no better look for a vampire, I knew that because I knew it from myself. Life, or rather death, was so simpler and much less dangerous, since people at that time did not think of suspecting noble people.That would be rude. Their bad luck, their death. What happened to him? The best vampire I've ever seen, from his hunting skills to his behavior, everything was perfect. Today, many years have passed by now, he is my life partner, my lover, or whatever you want to call it that.
My story is slowly coming to an end. We are in the present now, and you cannot imagine how we are doing with all the films that show vampires. If I had bile, it would come up every time a movie like that just to tell me how badly this movie was done. They are getting better and better, but the lousy hunting techniques, the lots of film blood, the canines that are sometimes always outside in films and the eyes, light blue, almost white. Remember one thing. You don't recognize a vampire when you see him, only when it's too late. We look exactly like you humans and our teeth only come out while hunting. So watch out where you go at night, because you're dead faster than you can think.

* muahahahaha *

yes, so I would be very happy about a couple of commis ^^