The Vampire Dating Dot Com Diaries

By Vladimir and Vivienne Orloff

The Gods of Mount Olympus were having fun. They disguised themselves as a dot com dating website and playfully paired two unknowns that had no intentions of looking so far afield for companionship.

What became of the love affair that scorched their mattresses hotter than any in a century began innocently enough...until Halloween arrived and raised the stakes.

Emails flew back and forth containing lush vignettes of blood and ecstasy in Romania, Egypt, Paris and the Far East. Teasing and tempting Fate, their ancient identities emerged as history's only mated vampires, Count Vladimir and Countess Vivienne Orloff.

The Vampire Dating Dot Com Diaries is an email log from original online profiles and first wink, through agonizing anticipation, to decadent fulfillment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Impress Group
• Release date: Sep 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465959263

Vladimir and Vivienne Orloff

History's only mated vampires (Fang and Vixen) were made from choice stock of the Orloff Empire, Count Vladimir and Countess Vivienne Orloff. Although they lived for hundreds of years on their estate in the Carpathians of Romania, the pair had a fatal flaw that extinguished their eternal flames.In post-modern America, two writers, by the gift of Halloween and a dot com dating service, discovered the past lives and each other. The Vampire Dating Dot Com Diaries is that story of discovery and eternal love that would not be denied.

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More than three hundred miles apart, but connected on a matchmaking website, two erstwhile lovers began a dot com dating relationship. Within weeks, Halloween convened, and their alter egos emerged as history's only mated vampires. And thus Fang and Vixen remembered their ancient and torrid love, re-uniting their hearts for all eternity.

THE VAMPIRE DATING DOT COM DIARIES

Up all night. Love Bytes.

By Count Vladimir and Countess Vivienne Orloff

Copyright © 2008 by Richard G. Miller and Gloria D. Clarke

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Table of Contents:

Section 1. Little Bytes

Section 2. The Dark Gift

Section 3. Fantastic Ascent

Section 4. Journal Entry: When Worlds Collide

Epilogue

Index of Vignettes

Nov. 3 Remember

Nov. 15. Where It All Began

Nov. 16. Transmutation in Romania

Nov. 19. Romania Redux

Nov. 22. Fully Vested Vampires

Nov. 23. After the Kill

Nov. 24. About Paris

Nov. 28. The Awakening

Nov. 29. Time

Nov. 30. Our History

Dec. 2 Passion Redux

Dec. 2. Desire vs. Shame

Dec. 4. Our Flaw

Dec. 5. Betrothal

Dec. 5. Our Demise

Dec. 6. Dimensions of Destiny

Dec. 15. The Carpathians

Dec. 16. Vampire Philosophy 101- Christmas

Dec. 23. The Drawing Room

Dec. 31. Intro to the New World

Dec. 31 The Pearls

Jan. 1. The New Era

Jan. 3. Young Vladimir and Vivienne

Jan 7. The Heir

Jan. 9. Outside Paris

Preface

It was born of a Hunger, the unsatisfied longing for the Other, the Twin Flame, the SoulMate.

Do you remember, My Flame? We were three hundred and sixty-three miles apart, and on a dot com dating website when something threw us together. Was it a glitch in the program? A short circuit? The Gods playing with poor mortals yet again?

We did not match each other's profiles, we lived so far away from each other, it seemed we would never meet, or meet each other's needs. But Fate has a way of insisting, and we had nothing to lose. The humor and the intimacy were almost immediate. We discovered we were both authors and our daring fantasies ensued. Imaginations soared, our nether regions inflamed. Then something truly inspirational followed... Halloween.

I recall how our Vampire impersonations were alarmingly on the same wavelength. You were Fang. I was the Vixen, and our love in Romania was reborn. The charisma of our emerging Vampire lovers was devoted, compassionate and empathetic. Fang whispered to the Vixen, Eternity is Not Enough, and so it isn't for the Original Mated Vampires.

Our vignettes began as missives from the Vixen to Fang, striving to remember their origins, transmutations and impassioned vampire love that spanned over 600 years. And, the remembering continues.

Section 1. Little Bytes

East Coast Girl seeking 59 to 75 year-old men

Thea W in Ontario, CA

About me:

I feel the most important aspect of life is developing relationships that allow us to express compassion and link us to others to give us the opportunity to become more evolved. My greatest joy in life is living with my daughter and granddaughters, who expose me to so much joy and laughter. I tend to be a bookworm and a seeker into the metaphysical. I am studying for a PhD in Naturopathy, and practice natural health therapies in my own business in Ontario. My bio and photos can be viewed by typing in Ontario Day Spa on a search. I would like to find a man who is positive about his experiences, no matter what they may be, with a soft heart and a strong mind.

I've had a long career as a Registered Nurse and Medical Esthetician, working in community health and also teaching science and alternative therapies in esthetics. I think my best achievement has been my relationship with my daughter and business partner, a craft that continues to grow and change. I also have dabbled in medical illustration and Chinese brush painting. Most of my time is spent practicing in my business, and making it grow. Hopefully, I can complete my Naturopathy program next year.

I would like to meet a man who, no matter what life has presented, can find a gift in each experience. A sense of humor is an absolute! A clean lifestyle and a commitment to being healthy and well makes any relationship easier to develop and sustain. The inner person is more important to me than the outer package, and excessive materialism is not appealing.

I would like to find a friend who is artistic, interested in dancing, cultural events and the eclectic world.

Artsy Guy on West Coast seeking 40 to 55 year-old women

Guy M in Moss Landing, CA

About me:

I am located in a part of the world that gives me access to one of my highest priorities: art. Galleries are all over the place. Life is a beautiful thing and I like it artful and harmonized across the various activities I engage in. I collect the art of Michael Parkes and lesser-known artists that teach me a deeper view of life, and that creates mystical poetry between the physical and spiritual.

Besides fawning over art, I am committed to personal development. I can’t stand being one way all my life. It’s the range of emotions and life experience that make us grow and see new perspectives. Partly for personal growth, I am a member of Toastmasters. I fancy being in front of people (when there is something to say) and I always want to make it fun, more like edu-tainment.

I am looking for a positive, spiritually developed, healthy and engaging woman. I am impressed by high feminine energy- almost all my friends are women. I thrive on intimacy and public displays of affection.

All this talk about art and beauty is important to me. Life shouldn’t suck. It should be great. But oddly enough, for me, it comes down three things I need to be truly happy. Give me chocolate, coffee and unconditional love and I am in heaven.

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Sunday, October 1, 2006

Subject: Wink

Hi, Thea,

Did you wink at me? I think the system put us together. It’s odd because you are not in the area I requested, but that doesn’t mean there is no interest. Have you received any winks?

I looked quickly at your profile. You look like a good person, but I don’t match your profile- age and location, specifically. Take a look at mine if you haven’t already.

Guy

****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Sunday, October 1, 2006

Subject: RE:Wink

Chocolate and coffee and unconditional love, what more is there to life? You can type in my business website and view my photos and bio. E-mail me if the spirit moves you....

Thea

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Monday, October 2, 2006 PM

Subject: RE:Wink

Hi, Thea,

Thanks for the line on your business. I liked your True.com profile, but this was more complete to see your business web site and all that you are doing. Great

photos! Cool web site! Can’t say that I know anything about your business, but I like the feel. Do you do chocolate there?

I suddenly got about 20 winks on True.com. One was a bit presumptive. Oh well.

I may be a bit busy with all of this activity, but please understand and don’t give up.

Best regards,

Guy

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Sunday, October 4, 2006 PM

Subject: RE:Wink

Actually, I think the only way we can treat others well is to first be understanding of ourselves and to apply the law of compassion to all of our relationships.

20 responses will keep you busy for awhile, but maybe you would have time for a cup of coffee at Starbucks!

Be Well!

Thea

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Sunday, October 4, 2006 later

Subject: RE:Wink

Hi, Guy.... So I got one from a 23 year old, actually looking for an older woman... reminds me of the Steely Dan song Hey, Nineteen. You need Cuervo Gold and fine Columbian just to get past the gulf, like not knowing Aretha Franklin was the Queen of Soul! Well, we live in strange times, and I can't make judgments! I'm actually only in Cal for 3 years, so don't know much about surrounding geography, so how far are you from me? Is it doable? I don't mind a drive… I have to say driving here is easier because of the freeways, but boring because the scenery is all the same. I also miss the seasons, and snow. I know, that sounds crazy, but my family is Finnish so my blood is on the rocks. You can call me on my cell# 760-908-#### if you can meet.

So long for now,

Thea

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Sunday, October 5, 2006

Subject: RE: Wink

Go on.......and where is Moss Landing?! Call me, Thea

*****

Guy’s Telephone notes: Saturday, Oct 6, 2006

We had a great phone conversation tonight. About 2 hours long.

Thea is an only child and has one daughter (Toni?) Has lots of shoes. Studied art, has done medical illustration. Plays with astrology. Believes in reincarnation. Has had past life regression back into 1325 France (?), a child of noble parents. Says everything has a purpose, including our meeting. She loves stories and thinks her life is pretty boring, but I can tell she has lots of passion. Loves The Matrix and believes, like me that we are making this all up in our minds. She took name of Vivienne de Markoff as a penname when a child. Her husband died when they had a 9 acre plantation in the Caribbean. True.com says she is divorced, and I have no idea how many partners she has had. Her favorite perfume is a Lancome she has worn for years that means Black Magic.

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Sunday, October 7, 2006

Subject: RE:Wink

Hi, Guy...

Well. distance probably makes this contact pretty impossible, but you just seem on my wavelength. Keep the faith-there's someone out there who wants coffee, chocolate and unconditional love!

Be Well & Prosper!

Thea

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Subject: RE:Wink

Hello, Thea...

I have been thinking about our [telephone] chat the other day. It was a nice connection.

[You asked for] a story to share… hmmmm. Life is full of them and perhaps because of that, we don't value them as we should. I think life is all about the stories we tell ourselves and others… whether the stories are scientifically verifiable or not, it is about the stories.

And stories can help us relate to others in ways that business and the necessary roles we play cannot. Add to that that stories we tell are real in a way that our roles are not. Telling stories is a lot like being naked. The truth is there to be seen. So, are you ready to see me naked? ;0)

I will quickly tell you about my most recent foray into acting. (Another form of telling stories.) My ex and I had left California and moved to Arizona...and one of the signs that I latched on to that this was a good thing (leaving California was not my idea) was seeing an announcement that there was a local Cultural center with lots of activities around the local history and culture. They had re-enactors that did shows about the local history and culture. I thought maybe I could do that. So, I went for a visit. And they were really glad to have me. In fact, over time, I became the leader of the re-enactor group.

I took on two characters. One was a composite character and one was an historical poet laureate. The character I made up, but could have existed, was Ashley McCabe, a saloon keeper from the late 1800's along the Colorado River area. He was a coarse, talkative unsophisticated and funny guy...almost a complete opposite to the historical one. His story was that he managed a saloon in one of those towns that turned into a ghost town, as many did in those days, and he went wandering one day looking for customers, got lost in the desert and died of thirst. He talked about what those days were like and how it is to die of thirst as a warning to people who might consider going out in the desert without plenty of water. I think he was the best liked of the two.

OK, there's a starter fer ya...oops I am talking like Ashley ala the sudden. Pardon me, Miss.

I hope you're having a good week. Write me a story if you have the time.

Thanks for listening.

Guy

PS...I won't be on True.com soon...so use this email.

My phone number if you didn't capture it on your cell is 831-869-####

*****

Guy’s phone notes from conversation 10-10-06:

Another Great Telephone Conversation with Thea! We talked for hours. She described herself as very stable and intelligent, compassionate and will allow a person lots of leeway before they strangle themselves. She hates arguing. She is frightened of water (ocean) that will go over her head, so she won’t go on a boat… almost drowned as a child. But I like that she is not frightened by differences between us, that she sees that more as a challenge. She thinks that maybe she really knew me in a former life. In any case, she sees everything as having a purpose and sees our meeting as perhaps karmic or life changing. Thea went to Mass School of Art. Draws horses and costumes. Not vegetarian. Needs lots of beef, likes Lamb, milk, cream, heavy cream in her coffee.

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Subject: Telephone call

Dear Guy...

That was the best conversation of any kind, especially with a stranger, that I've had in a very long time. Sort of a great long distance date without the dinner! I was amazed at your story, and because I love to read, no e-mail could ever be too long, if you want to spin your yarns with me!

So, a true nursing story in return: When I was first married, my husband had to finish his last year at Presbyterian College in Clinton, South Carolina. The small town was distinguished by the college, an Orphanage, (more on this later) and the Monsanto cotton fields. As you can imagine, there was only grinding poverty and the southern gentility that did it's best to ignore the trash, both black and white. I worked in a 60-bed hospital that was the only medical facility unless you went north or south 50 miles. I worked a double [shift] every Saturday, and when (THE) night nurse got too drunk to show up, I had to do a triple. So nights went like this: Anyone needing emergency services had to ring the bell; Jack the orderly, who was the 70 year old quintessential picture of a taciturn shuffling colored man, as they say in the South, opened the door, assessed the situation, and called upstairs to the nurse, who would put the head aide in charge of the usual 40 or so patients and go on down to the ER. This particular night, I was greeted by a very drunken black man holding a bloody board and raving about how his wife was just not his wife anymore. I went into the treatment room, where Jack had lifted the now unconscious wife onto a stretcher, sent Jack out to deal with the husband, and put a call into Dr. Graves (no kidding) who was at a party 40 miles away. The woman's scalp was flapped open, with a good deal of bone exposed, and bleeding somewhat briskly. I put in an IV, wrapped her head with a pressure dressing, and by that time, the doctor called back to say that I was certainly capable of cleaning her up, suturing the scalp and running her blood work.

I may have passed out on the spot had I not been trained in a NYC hospital, but just tried to reason with the doc on protocol, to which he replied in an exaggerated drawl, Mizz Thea, Have you evuh sewn on a button? To which I of course replied yes, but could feel the direction this was going. Well, you just sew the flap down tight and her hayuh will grow ovuh those stitches in no time atall! So, dutiful young Nancy Nurse scrubs the hell out of that wound, shaves the surrounding hair, does not bother with Lidocaine as this patient is already anesthetized, and sews up that scalp. When the woman came to about an hour later, I asked her if she wanted to call the police to get a restraining order. Her eyes grew wide and she said, very emphatically, Oh, no, Ma'am, I deserved it!! A lesson to unruly wives everywhere!

I have to add that as much as it may be hard to believe, any nursing stories I tell you are, regrettably, unvarnished. And there's more…Write soon.

Love,

Thea

PS: I loved Ashley, and the moral of the story? Don't go wandering off in search of customers in the wrong catchment area! When is your birthday? Write soon. T

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Sent: Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Subject: Stories

Hey, you are there! I wondered if I had the spelling right [using a new email address]. Computers are so bad and reading and correcting spelling errors. They take us so literally. What would they do with a story?

Wow, an amazing story about sewing up the head! Too bad you couldn't sew in some sense, because it appears it had been knocked out of her. And that man bringing in the weapon... this is too phenomenal. The doctor sounds like one for more stories...amazing name. We have a doctor here, Dr. Hell. No kidding.

Wondering what Ashley's story said that might have triggered your story from the deep South.

Looking forward to more,

Guy

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Date: Wednesday, Oct 11, 2006

Subject: RE: Stories

Something about bad judgment and the potential for an unattractive demise…... more later,

XO

T

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Date: Wednesday, Oct 11, 2006

Subject: RE: Stories

Hi, Thea...

I am attaching a picture of Ashley. Just in time for Halloween. :0)

He is a ghost from the past is how I played him, so he is a white faced critter.

Best,

Guy

PS, not that I want a halloween photo, but do you have any more of you other than the one posted on True?

*****

From: [e-mail]

To: [e-mail]

Date: Thursday, Oct 12, 2006

Subject: RE: Stories

I have some great pictures from last and recent Halloweens, our favorite holiday...we are always the undead, and oh so glamorous! Unfortunately not on disc, but send me your address and I can snail mail. You can see other photos on our business website.

So the next story is a family story. My grandfather's sister was married for 20 years to a traveling salesman. (No, this is not a joke) One evening, after supper, he said, Great blueberry pie, Bertha, I'm going to the store for some cigarettes. He was never heard from again by Bertha. But 5 years later, a friend of the family ran across him in Chicago with a wife and 5 children. Bertha lived after that with her spinster sister, Lucille, and died at the age of 105, peacefully in her bed, with not a thing wrong with her except, perhaps, boredom. She had her funeral dress hanging on her closet door for 20 years, and every time anyone would go to her house, she would say, If you see anything you like, put a ticket on it! She sang at my father's third wedding when she was 98, after 3 highballs. Moral of the story: Women don't do too badly without men and children!

So, how is your life going? Have you had any success with