Witcher3lore #Regis #HigherVampires A Book reading on a night with a vampire, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy…. My Evening with a Vampire – A …
My Evening with a Vampire
You will no doubt call me a liar, a cheat
and a madman. You will shake your head in
pity and snort in disbelief. But I promise
you, I swear by all the gods: everything which
you shall read in the pages to follow is the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the
truth.
I met the vampire of which I write years ago,
in an inn in Beauclair. He introduced himself
to me as Regis and said he was a barber and
a medic. Since he looked in every aspect like
a mortal man, I might never have even suspected
his true nature – had not a fire broken
out shortly thereafter in the establishment
in which we were residing. This Regis, if
that truly was his name, stood completely
untouched by the flames, whereas my own clothing
quickly caught fire. The vampire carried me
out of the burning inn, saving my life from
certain death, then treated my numerous wounds.
At first Regis refused to answer my query
as to how he had miraculously survived the
furnace-like temperatures inside the burning
inn without so much as a scratch on his body
or a hair singed on his head. Eventually,
however, he must have sensed I was a man of
the world, one who would not jump to hasty
judgments based on appearance or species,
and revealed his identity – along with a
great number of highly interesting facts.
According to Regis, not all vampires are alike.
This vast family contains both mindless katakans,
fleders and ekimmaras, who in form resemble
overgrown bats far more than humans, as well
as alps and bruxae, who look remarkably like
comely maids. In addition to these, there
are the even more powerful higher vampires,
to which genus belonged my unexpected acquaintance.
Not even a witcher can discern a higher vampire
from a mortal man. Contrary to popular belief,
they cannot be killed by pounding aspen stakes
into their chests nor by cutting off their
heads, nor, as I can vouch for based on personal
experience, by fire. They do not fear running
water, garlic or the symbols of any creed.
It might be some consolation to learn a vampire's
bite does not turn a human into one of their
number, and they do not in any way need our
blood in order to survive – to them, it
is merely a delicacy in which they indulge
from time to time, like men do with fine wine.
Regis asked me to keep his tale to myself.
But now, as I lay on my death bed, I feel
that I must share this secret knowledge, even
if it means breaking my word to this most
noble individual…

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