The Monk and the Vampire

by Adam Steele


The little play-act if I can call it is a piece that I've written in one day. It the act of the struggle between greater man and greater monster that live under the house that is ancient past the both of them. I hope you enjoy it.

The Monk and the Vampire co-exist in ruins as ancient as the timeless abyss; the scene as follows:

Vampire: What do you seek the most to gain through each day?

Monk: I only pray for the absence of others.

Vampire: What absence is there to speak of? I only know all who live in the monastery.

Monk: The ones that are lain waste in battlefields that have no names.

Vampire: I've seen battlefields through these eyes. They never tired me. My arms are still as strong as the day I've never seen the sun no longer.

Monk: My arms are tired with my labor being just.

Vampire: you are a curtsey old boar with seeds plenty in these walls.

Monk: I'm mortal. Someday I will die. So will you when the tides change against you.

Vampire: Don't be so brash. I have helped the monastery in many ways for the need of food.

Monk: Please don't bring it up again. The night will trouble be so when I sleep.

Vampire: It is lucky for I do not. I keep watch past the walls when the soldiers go around this ancient ruin. This place is older than me, you know.

Monk: I know. I've heard your tale a hundred times or more.

Vampire: Good, so you know that I'm not lying.

Monk: There are no lies here in this place, only truths.

Vampire: Then why did you house me with room and board.

Monk: You were thrown out of your House with fires that claim its erection no more.

Vampire: I know what happened there and they know the twelve that live under that house that burned so bold.

Monk: You are finding the one that lit the torch and set fire to the roof.

Vampire: No, I've already found him; it's his caution that startles me so.

Monk: You are lighter than a pebble. I see that you cannot be feared by just one simple man?

Vampire: What do you know my friend? Our kind grows weary of the humans that grow bolder and bolder against us.

Monk: Do you fear the human or the mind? Do you fear the weight of the feather or the bronze of the intellect?

Vampire: I fear chalice of fool hearty. If one kills and doesn't succeed then ten more of my kind will die when the moon is in the sky of this night.

Monk: Why do you fear us?

Vampire: It is not what I fear with any but what I fear most is the mind when it twists itself so heinously, human and vampire both.

Monk: ...

Vampire: I don't fear you my friend. You've found your redemption and I congratulate you for your bravery.

Monk: Will you pray for me then.

Vampire: I have no interest in prayer.

Monk: Please, it will feel better if you do.

Vampire: I will only go to hell when I die. The devil has my soul wrapped around his fangs forever on each passing night.

Monk: Some reasons of the afterlife are left unsaid. Some people are really claimed not to be that they are branded with.

Vampire: I'm a murderer, my friend. I stopped the living hearts beating inside their chests when I feed.

Monk: How many people in this monastery have killed the likes of saving someone else before coming here to seek to side their soul to peace? How many monks here now have killed for just killing?

Vampire: I'm not man but the intention of its flesh; the monster underneath burns me to be inhuman.

Monk: Here you are having a conversation with me and you've never harmed me. You've broke bread with me over tables with the other monks and they do not fear you.

Vampire: Half of them do and half of them wonder where my kind has sprouted up from. My life should have died of age a very long time ago. I've seen history through my eyes that they will never bear see.

Monk: You are very wise beyond your years.

Vampire: And you are triumph for a person to speaking to the likes of me.

Monk: People hold many weapons upon them but do they ever use them. They are only for show like your fangs.

Vampire: I have to use my fangs to survive like the soldiers that are fighting the battles outside, pushing back the opposition to the sea. The sea is coming in tide now tonight, I can hear it from here.

Monk: Still will you pray for me?

Vampire: God won't welcome me.

Monk: God will hear the answers from soldiers as well as the ones that feel like they are damned.

Vampire: You spoke me right into it. Proceed.

The Monk for some time later lay in his bed with no covers to warm his stead.

The Monk perked up his ears as the sound of cannon fire is clear.

Monk: Where are you friend?

The Vampire came in with cloth draped on his body from the last conversation they had earlier tonight.

Vampire: I'm here, right beside your bed.

Monk: Where did that sound come from?

Vampire: Far off for I cannot see the flash of its muzzle.

The Monk and the Vampire waited for the next boom to happen, nothing came for the longest time.

Vampire: they must have stopped or they have run out of ammunition to fire their big guns.

Monk: Good so I can sleep with no dreams but the dreams of good relief.

Vampire: Don't be too rude with what happens beyond these walls. The stray bullets will find their target set off course.

Monk: You are right. Some children do not know the power of what they use.

Vampire: Bad intentions are seen beyond their comprehension.

Monk: Will you pray with me again?

Vampire: If it soothes your imagination of intentions that are only in your mind.

The Monk and the Vampire prayed underneath the rafters that are as old as the wood that has built it together.

Vampire: I can hear a rat scurrying about above us. Don't you know...?

Monk: I heard of your tale and I cannot dare to hear it again.

Vampire: How long have you been here?

Monk: I've been here since my childhood when I turned the age of 13.

Vampire: Who did you talk to before me?

Monk: Master Yagami. He gave up all of his titles when he became a monk.

Vampire: So he was royalty around here?

Monk: He was a magistrate, nothing more.

Vampire: How did you get here?

Monk: All of my family died in the hands of some serial killer and my heart was hardened to kill this man that they placed in custody some time later after that.

Vampire: Were you in that set for revenge?

Monk: I was weak. I couldn't make a stern decision for my actions that were so unjust.

Vampire: Do you still feel that course for revenge?

Monk: No, he will die someday and be judged by the hands of the righteousness.

Vampire: You seem quite at peace within these walls.

Monk: I do and I've not held a weapon, killed, noir burden myself with discretions since.

Vampire: I am very envious of you.

The Monk and the Vampire sat for quite some time.

Vampire: The crickets have stopped chirping. That is the sound of trouble.

Monk: The winds have changed as well. Do you think that it is in their noble right to cause unjust on this sacred ground, the ninjas that are North past this monastery?

Vampire: They've killed three of your own and you say to feel mourning latter the revenge.

Monk: Do you?

Vampire: My feelings go hand in hand.

Monk: So you didn't?

Vampire: No, I've heeded your words.

Monk: The tides of the wind set course again.

Vampire: I can hear well than you and I know the sound of steps outside these walls.

Monk: So I have no fear.

Vampire: No but you will fear what I will do with a man that tries to hurt you.

Monk: Blood will not be spilt upon this monastery for my troubles.

Vampire: I will no spill blood but only feed.

Monk: That is still killing.

Vampire: That will do fine by me.

Monk: Have you forgotten that you are only in practice to be human, not be inhuman in the trespasses of our enemies?

Vampire: Alright, I will break their bones but I will not shorten their life. They will plead for forgiveness when I am done with them.

Monk: I wished not to hear those words that flutter out of your fanged mouth.

Vampire: So be it.

Monk: The night is long and I will not stay up with you. You can sit upon the mat that is covering the ground right over there.

Vampire: Okay, if it makes you feel any better. I will sit with you all night and keep posted.

The Monk fell asleep as the Vampire kept watch of everything in the Monastery.

Vampire thoughts: My love, my darling angel. Where you go upon the other life, I soon will follow.

The Vampire waited for the crickets to chirp again which came after a very long time of absence. This comforted the Vampire when he sat and waited. Waiting seems to be his life now when he thirsts for blood.

That night no dreams are disturbed when the sun came over the horizon again. This savored the Vampire gravely into submission. The Monk went into the town village to talk with the elders but with qualm to settle for peace. He came back with that long face as the Vampire saw this on the top of the monastery walls with his feet touching the stone that is erected. He felt bad for the people in the monastery when he kept submission for a very long time.

Some nights are peaceful and some nights are not when the Vampire and Monk converse over the many nights of their train of thought, locked in human and inhuman quarrels like time stood still for them. The wars still raged on like the eternal flame that will never be burned out when the explosions of death hammered over hill, casting fire in the east when the Vampire stood upon the walls of the monastery, waiting for his feet to leave the wall towards the fires.

He waited, waited, waited, and waited still. Still he has that thirst for blood.

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