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I am Dracula. An interview with the greatest vampire. Boris Borisovich Shabrin
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Автор произведения Boris Borisovich Shabrin
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Injuries and losses in childhood
Dracula’s Father’s Death
Fose: Can you tell us about your father’s death and how it impacted your life?
Dracula: It was a dark and somber time. The weight of his absence still haunts me to this day. You see, my father was a great leader, a true inspiration. His death left a gaping hole in my heart that I fear can never be filled.
The days following his passing were filled with despair and sorrow. The weight of my grief was overwhelming, crushing. I felt as though I had lost a part of myself, a vital piece that could never be recovered. It was as if the very fabric of my being had been torn apart, leaving me adrift in a sea of darkness and uncertainty.
In the wake of his death, I found myself struggling to come to terms with my own mortality. The realization that death could strike at any moment, snatching away everything I held dear, was a bitter pill to swallow. I was consumed with a sense of dread, a gnawing fear that clung to me like a shadow.
My father’s death had also left a power vacuum that threatened to tear apart our kingdom. Rival factions vied for control, each eager to seize the reins of power and claim the throne for themselves. It was a time of turmoil and unrest, a time when the very foundations of our society were shaken to their core.
Despite my grief and despair, I knew that I had to step up and take on the mantle of leadership. I had to be strong, for myself and for my people. But the weight of my father’s legacy was a heavy burden to bear, a constant reminder of all that I had lost.
In many ways, my father’s death was a turning point in my life. It marked the beginning of a new era, one filled with uncertainty and struggle. But it also forced me to confront my own mortality, to come to terms with the fleeting nature of life. And for that, I am grateful, even as I mourn the loss of my beloved father.
Dracula as a Hostage
Fose: Dracula, can you tell us about your time as a hostage and how it impacted you emotionally?
Dracula: The memories of those times still haunt me to this day. As a young boy, I was taken captive by the Ottoman Empire and held as a prisoner for many years. The emotional scars from that experience have never truly healed.
Fose: How did being a hostage affect you?
Dracula: It changed me. It made me wary, cautious, and mistrustful of others. I learned to rely on myself and my instincts to survive in a harsh and unforgiving world. The experience made me cold, calculating, and ruthless, as I realized the only way to ensure my survival was to take matters into my own hands.
Fose: Do you regret anything from that time?
Dracula: Regret? No. But the pain and trauma of those years still linger within me. The memories of the torture and abuse I endured have left me with a sense of despair and hopelessness that I cannot shake. I am cursed to carry the weight of those experiences with me forever.
Fose: How do you cope with those feelings?
Dracula: Coping? There is no coping with such emotions. I have simply learned to channel them into my actions, using the pain and anguish to fuel my desire for revenge and justice. It is the only way I can find any semblance of peace in this life.
Fose: What do you think about the idea of forgiveness?
Dracula: Forgiveness? It is a luxury I cannot afford. The world is a cruel and unforgiving place, and I must be as ruthless as it is if I am to survive. To forgive those who have wronged me would be to admit weakness, and weakness is a death sentence in this world.
Fose: Is there anything you would like to say to those who held you hostage?
Dracula: Only this: you will pay for what you did to me. Your crimes against me will not go unpunished. I will have my revenge, and it will be swift and merciless.
Dracula’s Childhood Traumas
Fose: Dracula, let’s delve deeper into your past. Did you experience any childhood traumas, such as abuse, neglect, or other significant events?
Dracula: My past. Such a murky and hazy memory. Childhood traumas, you say? (pauses) Well, it depends on what you mean by trauma. Is it the relentless taunting and jeering from my peers, who called me a devil child? Or perhaps the endless nights of loneliness, where I yearned for the love and affection of a family? (sighs)
Fose: It sounds like you’ve had a difficult childhood. Can you elaborate on some specific events that have impacted you?
Dracula: (leans back in his chair) Specific events, you say? Let me see. (pauses) There was that time when I witnessed my father impale prisoners on stakes. I was only a boy, but the screams still echo in my mind. And then there was the day my mother died, giving birth to my younger brother. I felt like I had lost a part of myself. (pauses again) But perhaps the most significant event was when I was taken away from my home and sent to live with the Ottomans. I was just a bargaining chip in a political game. (shakes his head) Childhood traumas indeed.
Fose: That’s heartbreaking. How did you cope with these traumas?
Dracula: (chuckles bitterly) Coping? I didn’t cope. I embraced them. I used the pain and suffering to fuel my rage and thirst for vengeance. I became the monster they all feared. And you know what? It felt good. (narrows his eyes) But don’t mistake my actions for weakness. I am not a victim. I am a survivor. (pauses) And I will do whatever it takes to protect what is mine.
Fose: It’s clear that your past has shaped you into the formidable being you are today.
Dracula: (smirks) Formidable? You haven’t seen anything yet. But I suppose my past has given me a certain edge.
Dracula’s Relationship with his Mother
Fose: Dracula, can you tell us about your relationship with your mother and how it impacted your emotional development?
Dracula: My mother, the woman who gave birth to me, was a complex figure. She was strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and fiercely protective of her children. She instilled in me a sense of loyalty and duty, but also a deep fear of disappointing her.
As a child, I yearned for her affection, but it was always just out of reach. She was often distant and cold, too consumed by her own political ambitions to pay attention to her son’s emotional needs. I felt like I was always on the periphery of her life, never fully accepted or understood.
I remember once, when I was a young boy, I fell ill with a fever. My mother refused to come to my bedside, too busy with her own affairs. I felt so alone and abandoned, like I didn’t matter to her at all. It was a turning point for me, a moment when I realized that I couldn’t rely on her for comfort or support.
As I grew older, my mother’s influence over me waned, replaced by my own sense of duty and obligation. I became consumed by my role as a leader, my need to protect my people from external threats. I built walls around my heart, shutting out all emotion and vulnerability.
But despite my efforts to distance myself from my past, the wounds inflicted by my mother’s neglect still festered. I carried a sense of longing and resentment with me, a deep-seated bitterness that fueled my actions.
And now, as I stand here before you, immortal and alone, I can’t help but wonder if things could have been different if my mother had loved me just a little bit more. If she had shown me the affection and attention that every child craves,