On the Vampiric Faerie

Of the various sorts of undead--vampires and mummies, ghosts and zombies, wraiths and wights--and their ill-favored wanderings through the world of the living much has written. Far less has been recorded regarding the presence of undead in the land of Faerie and for good reason. Faerie exists between life and death and there undead experience a sort of quasi-undeath, which leaves an uncomfortable sensation in the remains of their guts, if they have them, or in the sack of psychic energy occupying the spot where the stomach would have otherwise sat, if they do not. Zombies that wander erroneously into Faerie return by the quickest means available to the World of the Living or Land of the Shadow, worse for the wear. Ghosts emerge from Faerie, partially solidified, a translucent state between goo and ether for which neither the living nor the dead have any appreciation. Once a vampire, sunk in eternal ennui, ventured into Faerie and, for the sport of it, infected a faerie. Of the fate of that vampire, nothing is known. Of the vampiric faerie thus created, many stories are told. We see her silhouette flying before the lunar orb, but it is unclear to us whether she is chasing invisible prey or fleeing from unseen pursuit. We cry out in the night, "Faerie, faerie, quite contrary! How does your undeath feel?" The echo of her answer is lost in caverns of darkness. We should like once to have the opportunity to take tea with her in the ruins of her abandoned castle, where she might reveal the nature of her existence in terms that help us make better sense of our own.