I believe we are all taught to think in a box. We never really have serious thoughts that are out of the box. Really thinking that vampires exist is thinking out of the box. A hippie witch is always having out of the box thoughts. If a hippie witch decided to prove that vampires exist, this is what would happen.
First off she would become single minded with the purpose to prove at least to herself that vampires exist. As she gets consumed by this thought the people in her life who only have in the box thoughts start to fade from her awareness. If she is at school her grades will suffer until she has to leave school. At home her parents will try to get her psycological help and maybe some kind of drug to get her mind thinking back in the box. But nothing seems to stop her single minded purpose.
She has to leave home and finds a job at Mickey D's flipping hamburgers and still gets rejected by the in the box thinking people around her. Then she finds herself on the side of the road some rainy night wondering why she is feeling so much pain when a car stops and the driver asks her if she wants a ride. She says no because there's no place to go, all the places are the same.
"Then come for a ride and dry off a little," replies the driver, who is very handsome and seems to have the obvious intention on his mind. But at this point it doesn't matter to the hippie witch and she gets in the car. They go to his apartment and she gets out of her wet cloths and is wearing only his bathrobe when they start to make love.
Then suddenly he is biting into her neck and drawing blood out of her body. As he drains more and more blood out of her, the angel of death starts to appear in her minds' eye and the pain of being alive starts to fade as the angel of death comes to take her away.
Meanwhile back in the mind of the vampire, he too sees the angel of death but to him she is not beautiful. He starts to feel all the fear and pain he's inflicted on others in his life as a vampire and is not ready to embrace her at this moment and so stops his feeding and rolls off of hippie witch in an attempt to stop his mental torment.
Hippie witch now realizes that the angel of death is going to leave without her and maybe getting laid, even with a vampire, may not be such a bad idea after all. Maybe he could learn to see her as a lover rather than somebody to feed off of. It seems like the same problem she's always had with men who weren't even vampires.
But time is running out before the sun comes up for hippie witchs' vampire so he must leave and deal with hippie witch some other time. Hippie witch wakes up alone and starts getting dressed and is almost out the door when she runs into this strange dude with a chauffeurs' uniform on complete with cap. He explains that master vampire has assigned her to him for safe keeping until sunset when he will rise again. In the meanwhile he explains to her, he will transport her where ever she wants to go in the Jaguar convertible parked outside. This sounds much better than walking to hippie witch so they jump in the bright red jag and off they go.
"Where to miss?" the chauffeur inquirers.
"I think I should check in with my parents to see how upset they are," she responds. "By the way do you have a name?" she asks.
"You can call me Fred if you like, miss..."
"And you can call me Irsis if you like, Fred."
So off go hippie witch and Fred down the road until they reach Irsis's house. Hippie witch is a little nervous about going in knowing they may throw her out again so she asks Fred if he has any money. Fred takes out a leather bag from under the seat and asks her how much she needs.
"I thought if I laid some bread on them it might sweeten the reunion. How much can you spare?"
"As much as you want, miss, I would think ten grand would do the trick here."
Hippie witch almost passes out as Fred lays the money on her and they head for the door. Nobody is glad to see her as she walks into the living room.
"I thought you left for good, young lady," her father bellows.
"We were so worried about you dear," her mother whines.
"I guess you guys forgot that I was thrown out," she replies.
But as usual everyone is feeling so sorry for themselves that they don't pay her any mind, until she whips out the cash. That gets their attention and suddenly she becomes their darling daughter again.
"You didn't steal it did you?" her dad wants to know after the initial shock wears off.
"Or did you make it on one of your shady drug deals?"
"I love you too, dad," responds hippie witch. "Neither, I have a new boy friend and he is filthy rich. Fred here works for him, he can tell you."
So Fred verifies the fact that his master is very wealthy and assures them that the money is legal. Irsis' mother tells her to be sure to invite her new boy friend over for a meal sometime, and hippie witch mumbles under her breath, don't tempt me, and heads back to the Jag with Fred in tow.
"Ok Fred lets go back to my dorm at school, I have to pick up a few things there."
On the way Irsis asks Fred if he has to wear that chauffeurs' uniform all the time and Fred answers no, so they stop at the next country and western store they come to and buy Fred a whole new outfit of cowboy cloths. Complete with ten gallon hat, and chaps. On their way through the dorm everyone is just blown away by Freds' new image.
When she opens the door to her room there are six of her friends sitting around blowing off a joint. Everyone is surprised to see Irsis cuz they figured surely she was dead in the water when she left, but rumors of her demise were highly exaggerated. Fred has some weed of his own and passes it around and everyone tells him how much they love his cowboy outfit. Only they don't think Fred is the right name for a cowboy and so start calling him Tex.
"Do you have a girl friend Tex?" asks one of Irsis friends?
"I don't do sex," Tex responds.
"Everybody does sex," they all respond at once.
"Not me," he replies again.
To prove their point one girl starts nibbling on Texs' ear while another starts to undo the pearl buttons on his cowboy shirt. Everyone is getting terribly excited when suddenly Tex disappears into thin air and two of the girls start screaming at the top of their lungs.
So Irsis figures it won't be long before the police shows up and start asking embarrassing questions with everyone running around screaming their fool heads off. She knew that Fred was a weird dude but had no idea he was that weird. Out on the street she looks around and finds a local bar named Carters and remembers her vampire friend mentioning that name. Maybe they know Fred and can help me find him. So she heads for the bar.
She walks in and finds a seat at the bar. She's not too sure what her next move is going to be when this strange guy sits down beside her. He says he's the owner of the bar and asked her how her boy friend Fred is doing.
"He's not my boy friend and how the heck do you know about Fred anyways?"
Well Carter, the owner of the bar, explains how he and Fred and his vampire employer go back a long way.
"In fact, Freds' vampire friend owes me for sucking dry one of my hookers the last time he stopped in here," Carter lamented.
Irsis could certainly identify with that scenario.
"I figure a life for a life. And here comes my payment now."
Just then two of Carters' men came crashing through the back door of the casino holding a battered looking Fred between them.
"Hey boss, look what we found outside," said one of the men.
Carter looked Fred square in the eyes and asked him if he was ready to pay the price for being the fall guy to a vampire. Fred was too beat up to say anything so Carter told his boys to take him out back and put a bullet in him where it would do the most good. Irsis screamed no and started toward Fred but Carter held her back until she heard that fatal shot from out back.
She ran out the door to find Fred laying in a pool of his own blood. Now unknown to anyone, Irsis's mother was a white witch who brought her daughter, Irsis, up in the fine art of witchcraft. Irsis, however, told her mother she would never resort to using her occult power but seeing Fred bleeding to death changed her mind. She had done some metaphysical healing with her mother but nothing this serious.
"As one may swiftly unravel a large piece of kniting simply by drawing one loose thread out of it, so to Fred had began to come undone. Catching up the thread and rolling it up does not restore the garment. Yet as I plunged through the maelstrom of his random thoughts, I reached for him, snatching at the threads of him, gathering and grasping them even as I sought frantically for their ever diminishing heart and source. I found myself in strong death currents now, and I held myself intact. He was being torn apart, shredding rapidly in the clawing flow of sentience. To call him back, I would have to risk myself, but in the short time I had known the guy I felt a strong connection to him.What I felt in return from him was like a questioning echo as if he could barely recall who he had been but moments before. I netted him out of the tangled flux, sieving the threads of him and keeping them whilst letting the others flow through my perception of him. The tapping of my thought was a heartbeat for him, and a confirmation. Then for a time I held him, steadying him,and finally felt him come back to himself. Swiftly he gathered to his center threads that I had not perceived as being part of him. I was a stillness around him, helping to hold the thoughts of the world at bay while he re-formed himself. And Fred opened his eyes and smiled at me."
