there comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable.
the wounds suffered from love and failed friendships don't heal like a human's, but seem to only gape larger. the longing to be mortal returns, a longing for finiteness.
in 1883 i suffered such a spell and decided to cease feeding on blood. just lie in the earth and let time return to its natural state.
i had hoped the sounds of the passing eras would fade out, and a kind of death might happen. a kind of forgetting where i would be healed from my wounds.
but as i lay there, the sounds didn't fade but grew with the world.
and gradually the world didn't sound like the place i had left, but something different.  better.
a new fearless attitude had possessed the world, brave and godless. i began to wonder if it was not time to resurrect. but the thing that eventually brought me back -- the decisive thing really -- came like a bolt out of the blue.
a music so sublime, so deeply vampiric, i had no doubt it could be heard in hades. i had no choice.  it summoned me.
sorry, grandpa!